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C U In The Money
02:40
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If I C U in the money, you can kiss the cork of your bulletin board. If I smell money; funny guys always get all the applause.
If I C U In the money, come on over here be all “Enchanted Eye”. The Stilt-Men cometh! Ill for love? Then take mine!
Money. Money. They finally broke! No funny stuff! Did you see the partner was aching the bite away, oh I see the number.
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F.F. Angeles Light
02:08
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First night of a tailing star, court summons and a fallen ward. We were bathing in a kind of dream, we were seen on Caeser’s Blade. Back in the nooks of the trade, back dancing with hands on the small.
First night of a tailing car; court summons and a failing ward. Scrunched up in The Page Of Age. Good advice from the pixie boot point.
“Come on, hon, let’s see the cave! Let’s wrap around Angeles Light. Angeles light, Angeles light, I swear it won’t bite if you come on strong. Angeles light, Angeles light, I swear it won’t bite if you come on strong. Living it up in an eastway lane. I bored myself to death at the soireé. Giving no clue to the cente of things; She made a wholesaler’s son inward flex. She bought the lot and she left the decks. She caught the vibe of passing Fad X.
Big chunky sign; Angeles light. Hotels of white; Angeles light. Moguls of spite; Angeles light. Lean to the right, lean to the right; Angeles light. Black neon heights, ecto-plaque surprise; Angeles light, Angeles light.
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Weekend With Ms. Lana
01:30
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I was the chauffeur, she was the star. In the cream back seat of that glossy black car. In the award gown she floated in one perfect take from a house they would use in the movies she makes. When she found out I knew Tony so well; “only the best in the business! The jewel in the crown”
She told Mr. Dean she was painting the town, she was revealing to me that she was mine. She was the goblet, I was the mouth, then I was the church and she was the mouse. In that downpour that lasted for hours, we were in some hotel that had lost all it’s power. I think Mr. Dean and Mrs. Reneé were hip to the love we had put in to play. I said “It’s alright, we were bound to decay.” Ms. Lana flew back on the stormy Monday.
We knew the score and the conductor too! And when knuckles met jaw, it was long overdue. This forbidden love only drives you so far. I was the chauffeur and she was the star.
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Mafia Decor
02:15
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Too true, master. Hours sulphate wheel drive. Divvy brakes! I predicted this role for you. Essence is high terror, cheek bones en flique. Speaking voice; 30’s, 40’s, 50’s and now.
Wait by the light, wait by the barber pole. I’m not your foil, you’re someone’s palindrome. Success in short doses. Bogus tinted focus call by the shop, I’ll do the door! Feathers unfold Debbie. Debbie makes me jealous. Fall out the coup for gallant knights.
Bar the black bullet holes, mafia decor is back in vogue! Oh, the hairline cracks. Ticking away up the columned vase.
Are you going for the polo boy? Are you hoping to thread through his ‘O’? If it was imminent, I’d hate some guts again. But he’s just evidence that you could love again.
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How Is It Regretting?
02:47
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Polyester Vigour
01:46
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Someone bit the bullet and the break up starts in slow before erupting in imploded disco lighting and fragility. Similarly bobbed (and probably in the same weight category), they fought across the room, telepathically conjured.
Waiting for the end and saddling the bill, I wonder if the boredom had an Ofsted for us? You placed me on a plinth. Well, see you around!
Beryl has the malice of a perilous politico. Her march of a sedated mother hen through the terror.
Swinging her legs off of the air purifier and turning all the heads who are waiting for exposure. Waiting on the edge and saddling the bill. I wonder if the boredom had an Ofsted for us?
Polyester vigour? Polyester vim. Polyester vigour, why don’t you ask him?
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Pantagraph Longing
03:29
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Longing. It’s a rub off the hard time, bigger than all of us. Longing: it’s a splint of the whole town, rub of the night.
Drop city in De Morgen, I find the flowery boats away. Come back to the grievance. Always turning the guilt into Salt Wound Lake. If your memory serves you well…
Longing: Is it really natural to hold on hope without it? Longing: Is it really normal if I am devout without it? If the cast weren’t starting to look bored, love is already behind me again. Somebody take the shot for longing. In the morning of the holy high glass hole. In the morning of the reign. If I can’t kitsch the car, I’ll be nicking the verb. In this hold off, in the time the winding cell.
Drop out in the morning. Worse or better? I can’t know. Nothing is better left. Nothing is better bereft than the token magnate shifter. Wait for the harder son.
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Wing Mirror
02:32
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Variants exposed! Ballads swing the duty bind us. Holidaying hawks in Egyptian theme budget hotels. Bit of a walk from the central fountains. Bit of a talk off the subway carriage. Tough puppy, your skin illuminate like the railings and gates of the old world. I needed you so close, now. I needed you so close, now. Wing mirror!
Find the looping band. Hit the nail on heads of hunted. Beasts and backing board. They applauded your technique. Another sodden scrunchy.
I needed you so close, now. I needed you so close, now in the wing mirror. Every town at her feet, all the browning canals. We wore bedsheets to breakfast. We were ravenous for buffet. Mint green foyers. Sink white soda. She says “look at me, somebody snapped off my black wing mirror. My black wing mirror!”
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Valiant Role
02:08
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If you had the chance to flee to this small town’s sister city. If you had the guts to book… If you could burn down all their pity. That would be The Call Of Grid. Spinal plates of humpback bridges.Talent doing musical numbers in every uptown loft apartment.
Fires in the sky! Or ripped to shreds by a pack of jackals. Fuses with faults.A billion volts shot through your dungarees. Shoed and suited sleaze. Bobbing round with his cigar cocked, promising you gold, draping you with stolen ermines.
Will we see you on the diagram? Will we see you on the instruction page? Will we be together in mutual fluster? Will we be searching for conversation points? Who is the host, who is the leader? We should have stayed locked in the country,
raising a lawyer and tending the land.
Remember the time we rolled down the endless pastures. Remember the night we hopped the gate and started fires. It was not a life,
just one jewel-studded summer of deep shadow and to be the escapee, it was a valiant role.
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I've Got The Saturates
05:01
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It was a virtual event, you really had to be there! Silk cut signal men left her donning power suit, holy heck that boy void is devoid of any emotion/entanglements. I’ve been plotting a grand scheme; your world on a balance beam. Your giant floor plan, mechanised and magenta. In our millionth year, all the joy diodes could be itemised. Now, rejoin the forced Fell Pike. Tykes with gluey dollar bills on haystacks. Fighter jets peruse. Hangers buy memorial poppy pins, spilling seedlings out the seams of their double breasted over coats.
See a pre-pubescent phase. Glaze the ostrich feathers, come back to the work. I was on the halter branch, humbling then waiting for… I could not bore you with details so succinct.
Perfect sense if I’m the boy. Who knows where I lapped up, wrap those saturates. Find the cousin of a once beloved household pet. Weeping sordidly in counter measures, O ensue perfect sense. But still a thrilling way to die! I could not re-home the mine of eggplants; fighter jets ensue. Late nights, mic memorial poppy pins.
Hey Billy! Did you ever go down? Did you ever go down? Hey Billy! Did you ever go down? Did you ever go down? Hey Billy! Did you ever go down? Did you ever go down?Hey Billy! Did you ever go down? Did you ever go down to get the saturates?
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Maid Of Honour
02:23
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Hey! Say, if you be the sculptress can I be the clay? Somebody chose me two times, I wait for the line. Here’s the maid of honour she chose. I was on a table of ex service men (appropriate place). There’s the star she roomed with for years before her break got her in gloss, pouting for dosh.
Ivory carpets. Here come the ballads. Here come the salads. And I want to be freedom incarnate. If I was half …Half in my good suit. I would be flush with your old urges,I could be dashing.
I could be rash like the wild child you thought I was once
Scent is alright, medal is better. The telescope climbs through suburban homes. Picking it’s picture: Bullwhip confession.
Ivory carpets, ivory carpets, ivory carpets, life in the tar pits.
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Help
05:09
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Help! The hardest part of sliding off the edge of Clontarf Bridge just like a delivery boy. On an icy morning, forming words to say to his mother. “We did all we could, we’re sorry. We saw the bike pinned in the railings. We thought the broadsheets circling were seagulls over the Lee.”
Help! A ghost is in my pocket, a shopping list from ’22 when you and I moved like a unit. Us against eviction signs, pushing through extinct refineries. Gushing pipes and floating bollards.
Help! That boy has pierced the water. Does that satchel belong to him? We held each other tightly trying to crush the trauma into bits. It finds me when I’m searching in the Wilton Shopping Centre. It finds me when a gentle sales clerk smiles. The day we went to Fota and he had not the words for bison.
Where is that plastic lion? Lurking in the attic.
I don’t dare go up there now, Maeve. I don’t dare go up there.
Help! The hardest part of sliding. I wish it had been me instead. How evil do I sound. Sometimes I wish that it was you. What evil I think sometimes. Help.
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Laurie Shaw Kenmare, Ireland
Laurie Shaw is a Wirral-born songwriter and producer. He now dwells in Ireland where he records from his mountain retreat. He often gigs in Cork, Dublin and the Merseyside area. He has released around 100 albums to date (all of which are available on request). ... more
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