Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
(Originally by The Lemonheads)

I always had a roof above me, I always paid the rent
And I've never set foot inside a tent
I couldn't build a fire to save my life
I lied about being the outdoor type

Well, I've never slept out underneath the stars
The closest that I came to that was one time in my car
Broke down for an hour in the suburbs at night
I lied about being the outdoor type

Too scared to let you know that you knew what you were looking for
I lied until I fit the bill, God bless the great indoors
I lied about being the outdoor type
Never owned a sleeping bag, let alone a mountain bike

No, I can't go away with you on a rock-climbing weekend
What if something's on TV that's never shown again?
It's just as well I'm not invited, as I'm afraid of heights
I lied about being the outdoor type

Never learned to swim, can't grow a beard, or even fight
I lied about being the outdoor type.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
(Originally by Jimmie Davis)

The other night dear as I laid sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
But when I awoke dear I was mistaken
So I hung my head and cry

You are my sunshine my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know dear how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

I'll always love you and make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me to love another
You'll regret it all some day

You are my sunshine my only sunshine...

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
Moving, keep moving, the tour never stops.
In the light of petrol stations and cheap corner shops
I have finally figured a list of the things that I've got,
And the things that I'm not.
I need you, I need you, I need you to care,
When I'm moving it's soothing to know that you're there,
And that when I get home I can breathe you like heady fresh air,
For as long as I dare.

Honey I'm sorry, but I've got my sea legs again.
If I stand on dry land for a minute, I feel sick and then
I have to start moving again.

From Glasgow to Moscow, from London to Lille,
Sat on the platform or next to the wheel,
I haven't got space on this postcard to say how I feel,
But that was the deal.
I miss you, I miss you, but I don't ask your help.
When I'm out on the road I look out for myself;
I look after my guitar, my clothes and my wallet, my health,
And nothing else.

You're on my phone again, well,
What do you want me to say,
When I'm this far away?
And you don't know where I am, well,
You're not the only one.
I am lost and I'm gone away
(Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out)
And I don't even know where you are
(Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out)
And I don't even know who you are anymore.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
Slumber-blind I speak my mind
When I'm out cold (or so I'm told)
And so I'm scared to rest my head in company.
You're not scared of words unsaid,
You close your eyes, say your goodbyes
And so I'm left to watch you drift away from me
So peacefully.

And I'm just looking for the person
Who will smile at all my questions,
Who will tell me I'm just tired, and then send me
Back to sleep.

You stole the covers in the night,
You turned away, turned out the light,
But it's OK because I'm already miles away.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
I remember the day - the day when I had to take you to the airport
And put you on a plane, and so you left me.
Left me alone on an empty tube train, deep under the ground,
While you were bathed in sunlight, high above the clouds.

I needed you here to be my sunshine in London town.
California's had more than its fair share.

You left me to these small skies, and to rain-soaked concrete,
To Morrissey and Robert Smith and complicated streets I know,
On which you lost your patience and your way,
The way you always did on steel grey rainy days.

I needed you here to be my sunshine in London town.
California's had more than its fair share
Of beating summer sun and shining seas,
But it doesn't have a shred of honesty.
I know the truth - yeah, Neil Young and Joni Mitchell were Canadians.
I guess that makes sense - they had their fill and then they moved away again.
You're not alone, we all sometimes use words that we don't understand.
Your "love" was only just skin deep and in the end it gave me cancer.

You might have been my sunshine, but I'd rather have a rainy day.
California gets just what it deserves

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
You've been pretty since the day that you were born
So the roots of your beautiful hair
Drew all the water that your body could hold
So when your soul needed water, no water was there.

You shed words like so much dead skin
They gather up like dust against walls
They kick up when someone comes in
So when they're looking for something they find nothing at all.

Hold your goddamn tongue
You forget yourself.
How could I be the one
If you're wrapped round someone else?

And I really don't know which feels worse
To be a fool or be with a liar.
I just know that heart once soaked and cursed
Is that much harder to set on fire.

And I won't let this die
Until I've seen you cry
A single tear to show
There's water in your soul.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
(Originally by Black Flag)

Someday
I'll feel no pain
Someday
I won't have a brain
They'll take away the part that hurts
And let the rest remain
Fix me
Fix my head
Fix me please
I don't wanna be dead

Someday
We'll all be rich
Someday
I won't listen to you bitch
I'll turn up the volume
And you can hear all the shit we play just for you

Fix me
Fix my head
Fix me please
I don't wanna be dead

Someday
I'll feel no pain
Someday
I won't have a brain
They'll take away the part that hurts
And let the rest remain

Fix me
Fix my head
Fix me please
I don't wanna be dead

Just fix it

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
Well I lie I cheat and I steal,
And I don't give two shits about the way that you feel.
I barely know who you are,
But I'll break your heart and then I'll sleep in your car.
I'm not dying inside, I'm dead.
Too many people have fucked with my head,
And now I'm out for revenge.

I'm not the only one who regrets the way they act,
But I seem to be the only one who's honest with the facts,
And I'm sick to death of always being the sucker.
I'm a heartless bastard motherfucker.

Well you're a prize specimin -
I shouldn't pick you up, I don't know where you've been.
You invite me back to your place,
And you feed me drinks to get me out of my face.
You never own up to what you did -
You fuck like an adult and you cry like a kid,
And then you tell your friends I took the piss.

Just for a second here with a straight face I am sick of the sinners
Always making out they're saints.
You know it seems to me that the ones to watch are the ones with their hearts on their sleeves -
The make-up doth protest too much.

So come on everybody, come on,
Don't make me regret ever writing this song -
I need every motherfucker to sing along.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
If I was to walk from where I am
To where you are right now
I'd have to cross eight borders and three seas.
But that might show you what you mean to me.

And if I was to make this journey long
I'd have to learn to swim
Much better than my doggy-paddle way.
But then you might believe me when I say

The time will come when you and I
Are not so far away
And I won't be singing this song on that day.

I will set out for your island home
When my front crawl's up to scratch
And when I've written my arrival song.
I'm working on it now, it's almost done.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
(Originally by Bad Brains)

I make decision with precision
Lost inside this manned collision
Just to see that what is to be
Perfectly my fantasy

I came to know with now dismay
That in this world we all must pay
Pay to write, pay to play
Pay to cum, pay to fight

And all in time,
With just our minds
We soon will find
What's left behind

Not long ago when things were slow
We all got by with what we know
The end is near. Hearts filled with fear
Don't want to listen to what they hear

And so it's now we choose to fight
To stick up for our bloody right
The right to sing, the right to dance
The right is ours... We'll take the chance

A peace together
A piece apart
A piece of wisdom
From our hearts

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
I've heard it said the trick
Is to set your watch when you hit the plane
That way you can trick
The workings of a tired brain
But sometimes I feel sick
Sometimes I just feel so drained
And cut down to the quick
Longing for that voice again
On the phone
You always ask if I'm OK
But it's not the same as being happy

I traveling forty thousand miles last year
And I'm working on the same again
I fell for 15 different girls
And nearly lost all of my friends
Well I am jet set, jet lag, jaded
You're always 16 hours ahead
Quietly reminding me how I used to be

Airports make me sad
I'm sure they shouldn't all be the same
But they're just landing pads
Boring tourist shopping chains
I remember times we had
Drinking while we wait for your plane
Feeling kinda bad
Wondering which one of us has changed
Cos we used to be slick
Subtle young hips, romantic young kissable lips
Unbearably sharp, unbreakable heart
With wide eyes and faith
That life could never pull apart if we were OK
But distance kills the best of intentions
And never intended it to be this way

I traveling forty thousand miles last year
And I'm working on the same again
I fell for 15 different girls
And nearly lost all of my friends
Oh I am jet set, jet lag, jaded
You're always 16 hours ahead
Quietly reminding me how I used to be
I'm trying to remember how I used to be
Used to be slick

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
Well I guess I should confess that I am starting to get old
All the latest music fads all passed me by and left me cold
All the kids are talking slang I won't pretend to understand
All my friends are getting married, mortagages and pension plans
And it's obvious my angry adolescent days are done
And I'm happy and I'm settled in the person I've become
But that doesn't mean I'm settled up and sitting out the game
Time may change a lot but some things may stay the same

And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up
And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I yeah I won't grow up

Oh maturity's a wrapped up package deal so it seems
And ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreams
All your friends and peers and family solemnly tell you you will
Have to grow up be an adult yeah be bored and unfulfilled
Oh when no ones yet explained to me exactly what's so great
About slaving 50 years away on something that you hate
Look I'm meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity
Well if that's your road then take it but it's not the road for me

And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up
And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I yeah I won't grow up
And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up

And if all you ever do with your life
Is photosynthesize
Then you deserve every hour of these sleepless nights
That you waste wondering when you're gonna die

Now I'll play and you sing
The perfect way for the evening to begin
Now I'll play and you sing
The perfect way for the evening to begin

And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all yeah I won't grow up
And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up
And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
Honestly, relax my dear it's clear that we are done

It doesn't take a scientist to figure out that one

It's obvious the way you move the way you hold your head

The way you hide your pretty eyes and shift across the bed



You say worse things happen at sea

I say worse things have happened to me



Honestly I'll be fine, this isn't my first time

I've taken blows before and every time I have survived

you made it clear you didn't care you never did pretend

And in the end at least you never try to fuck my friends



You say worse things happen at sea

I said worse things have happened to me

Bitter eyes the bedroom floor

And we're not gonna talk anymore



Well honestly it doesnt matter I know better than

To cry over spilt milk wasted effort spoilt plans

We're adults here so shed no tears I'm sure we can be friends

I'll nod and smile and watch you in the arms of other men



You say worse things happen at sea

I say worse things have happened to me

Bitter eyes the bedroom floor

And we're not gonna talk anymore

We got nothing to talk for



Well honestly your honesty it has emerged unscathed

And I hope you're doin fine

Well me I'm doin fucking great

And I wouldnt want to waste another second of your time

I know your face I know my place

So you watch yours I'll keep to mine



They say worse things happen at see

I said worse things have happened to me

Bitter eyes the bedroom floor

And were not gonna talk anymore

We got nothing to talk for

You got nothing to be sorry for

I got noone to care for



This is the worst thing that's happened to me

I guess worse things happen at sea

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
Naked and retched and retching on a hotel bathroom floor,
Somewhere in the City
Three days no sleeping,
Not eating, not feeling good anymore
Drenched in sweat and self-pity now,
It's not a pretty sight

What to say in my defense, I was imperfect tense
Used to have such balance, but I don't know where it went
So won't you be my present sense

Breaking, I'm shaking, it's taking a long long time
To come down off this murderous medication
Trying to remember, my reasons for running myself
Into the ground with such dedication

What to say in my defense, I was imperfect tense
Used to have such balance, but I don't know where it went
So won't you be my present sense, sense

'Cause it's not meant to be
I am lost at sea
So mermaids sing to me
Of the better times and the things that can be
Like the diamonds in the Mediterranean sea
Or the beatings and sleeping and times that I took
And of washing the drink and the drugs from my blood
And I've nothing to say in my defense
I'm far from perfect I'm still tense
They say that love can change you once
Please say that love can change me once
Come on change me

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
Smeared black ink
Your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening to
Last demands
And I'm staring at the asphault wondering
What's buried underneath where I stand?

Wear my badge
Vinyl sticker with big black letters
Adhering to my chest an'
Tells me where I am
I am a visitor here
I am not permanent and
The only thing keeping me dry is

It seems so out of context
Go to the apartment complex
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that I'm just visiting
And I am finally seeing
That I was the one worth leaving
That I was the one worth leaving
And the district sleeps alone tonight
After the boys turn out the lights
And send the autumn swerving
Into the lonliest evening
And I am finally seeing
That I was the one worth leaving
That I was the one worth leaving
That I was the one worth leaving

(Thanks to Joseph for these lyrics)

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
It was the strangest thing today
I saw new footprints in abandoned pathways
Beneath forgotten undergrowth something stirring again
You were a single red blood cell
But I lost you in this knot of capillaries
But you were bringing me oxygen when I needed it most in the
Smoke

And you were always
As far as Mongolia, as close as my clothes
Your presence pervading, but it still never shows
As close as the answer I never quite know, or I don't quite remember
Your distance insidious, as soft as a blow
Your shadow is with me wherever I go
ItÂ's on the tip of my tongue but still I never quite know, or don't quite remember
I donÂ't quite remember

The forced proximity of a million different Mike Leigh movies
Makes me long for the fresh air of a familiar face
And not the violence of loneliness, nor the unease of surrounded seclusion
I keep nearly missing you around corners and in passing trains

As far as Mongolia, as close as my clothes
Your presence pervading, but it still never shows
As close as the answer I never quite know, or don't quite remember
Your distance insidious, as soft as a blow
Your shadow is with me wherever I go
On the tip of my tongue, it's on the tip of my-

If IÂ'd known
If IÂ'd known
If IÂ'd known
If IÂ'd known
If IÂ'd known
If IÂ'd known
If IÂ'd known
If IÂ'd known
If IÂ'd known
If IÂ'd known

That you werenÂ't so far away
That you werenÂ't so far away
That you werenÂ't so far away
That you were never that far away
That you werenÂ't so far away
That you werenÂ't so far away
That you werenÂ't so far away

I couldÂ've rode
This
Train
Smiling

(Thanks to Alfie for these lyrics)

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : The First Three Years
(Originally by ABBA)

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave them burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Poetry Of The Deed
I bought my soul back from the devil,
And now I'm keeping it all to myself.
I'm checking myself out of the program,
Because I know what's best for my health.
So why live the dream like you're running out of sleep?
I'm not playing to pass time,
I'm playing for keeps.

We only just started and you're throwing the fight.
You'd rather burn out than fade away?
Well why not both, I plan to stay.
So let's do this once and let's do it right.

I used to act like none of this mattered,
I used to say that I didn't care,
That we wouldn't be doing this forever,
But the truth is that I was just scared.

So you put up a front to protect yourself,
But if we're down on the floor,
Why get back on the shelf?
You can't change your outfit now the night has begun.

But we've still got the fuel,
We still have the fire, so me and you, Jay,
Let's never retire,
Let's keep on making mistakes till we're done.

I'm going to live fast and I'm going to die old,
I'm going to end my days in a house with high windows
On the quiet shores in the South-West.

So you sort the tunes and I'll bring the beers,
And on my seventieth birthday I'll see you right here,
And together we'll watch the sun set.

There's no one in my coffin,
There's nothing in my grave,
I'm tired of being damned,
I'd rather be saved,
And we can never sell out
Because we never bought in,
And if they build it back up,
Then we'll swing back through town
And burn the whole thing down again.
It won't last so be bold,
Choose your path, show soul,
Live fast and die old.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Poetry Of The Deed
LetÂ's inherit the earth, because no one else is taking it.
Come on, do your worst, before the momentÂ's passed.
In bedrooms across England, and all the Western world,
thereÂ's posters and thereÂ's magazines but the music isnÂ't ours.
Because we write love songs in C, we do politics in G,
we sing songs about our friends in E minor.
So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars:
come on folks and try this at home.
LetÂ's stop waiting around for someone to patronize us.
LetÂ's hammer out a sound that speaks of where weÂ've been.
Forget about the haircuts, the stupid skinny jeans,
the stampedes and the irony, the media-fed scenes.
Because the only thing that punk rock should ever really mean
is not sitting round and waiting for the lights to go green,
and not thinking that youÂ're better because youÂ're stood up on a stage.
If youÂ're oh so fucking different then who cares what you have to say?
And thereÂ's no such thing as rock stars, thereÂ's just people who play music,
and some of them are just like us, and some of them are dicks.
So quick, turn off your stereo, pick up that pen and paper,
you could do much better than some half-arsed skinny English country singer

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Poetry Of The Deed
Me and my friend Dan,
Are going to get some beers,
And then we're going to go down,
To the park and drink them there.
We'll busk out in the sun
Play guitar and sing some songs
Pull up our friends and
Invite them down to share

What might be
The last weekend of the summer
'Cause September getting colder, as it goes
And we haven't done enough
Of this simple kind of stuff,
This year we're clearly getting older
And it shows.

Well work weeks make us weary
School's a distant memory,
And it's easy to ask questions
Of ourselves.
Like where it is we're going?
And what we had to show
From the sunny days we've
In the shelves.

With expectations of our ultimate direction
All the stations
That we should have reached by now.
Where we haven't read the script,
And our tender wings are clipped.
And we're scared we might be
Letting someone down.

Listen to these heart-break songs
When nothings really wrong.
And then we smile
When we're asked
And say we're fine.
We're drifting through
Our middle days,
And creeping,
Into middle age.
And setting in our ways

And now it's time

To decide
Now it's time
To draw the line
In the sand
And ask
What's more important than
Days like today,

So grab some beers
Call your friends,
And meet us here
In the summer park
With me and my friend Dan

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Poetry Of The Deed
They're coming out of the walls,
They're coming up through the streets,
They're quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat.
Right outside of your door the very stones come alive.
They are the spring in the step, the distant look in the eyes.
Put your Baudelaire away and come outside and play.

Me and all my friends are poets of the deed,
We're exactly what this country needs.
We scratch until we're drunk, we drink until we bleed.
We are what we believe.

Pentameter in attack, iambic pulse in the veins,
Free verse powered of the street light mains,
An Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt
Between the end of the club and the sun coming out.
Leave Kerouac at his desk, we have romance in our risks.

And here's what we believe,
Before we get bored, let's be inspired,
Let's ignore the applause and set the theater on fire,
Fight every war like the drunks in the choir,
Put our art where our mouths are: Poetry of the deed.
So enough with words and technical theses,
Let's grab life by the throat and live it to pieces.

We can choose, we can change,
And if we don't, we're just afraid of living life
Like we're loved and in love and alive
To all the things we could be if we just believed

That life is too short to be lived without poetry.
If you've got soul darling now come on and show it me.
But life is too long to just sing the one song,
So we'll burn like a beacon and then we'll be gone.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Poetry Of The Deed
So now the years are rolling by,
And it's not long since you and I could have been
Train drivers and astronauts.

And now we're stuck in furnished ruts,
But yet the thing that really cuts
Is that we can't remember how we got caught.

Filtered air, computer screens,
Muffled sighs and might-have-beens
Count your blessings, then breathe,
And count to ten.

And though it doesn't often show,
We are scared because we know
Our forefathers were farmers and fishermen.

And so the world has changed,
Worse or better's hard to tell,
But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel.

So now our calloused hands once told
A story honest as it's old of sowing seeds
And setting sail.

But now our hands are soft and weak
And working seven days a week
At these salvation schemes that are bound to fail.

And so the world has changed,
Worse or better's hard to tell,
But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel.

And I'll admit that I am scared
Of what I don't understand.
But darling, if you're there,
Gentle voice and soothing hands,
To quiet my despair,
To shore up all my plans,
Darling, if you're there

And so the world has changed,
And I must change as well.
The machines we've made will damn us into hell.
And the time will come when all must save themselves.
I will save my soul in the arms of Isabel.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Poetry Of The Deed
I should have seen you were coming,
I should have been prepare
After all, getting half of what you wish for isn't so rare.
But still I wasn't ready,
You took me by surprise,
You brought a light to my dark like a word from the wise.

Weather wears the mountains right down into the sea,
So I will stand in the rain until I am clean.

We fell in love in the summer,
When the skies were clear,
But I'm still wearing my coat from winter last year.
I need to set my house in order,
Confess and cover my sins.
I need to make a home for you before inviting you in.

Weather wears the mountains right down into the sea,
So I will stand in the rain until I am clean.
Rivers carve the country,
A landscape shaped by a stream,
So I will swim in the river for as long as you need.

I said, darling oh my darling
You know that everything that I do
Is to try and make me good enough for you.
Darling oh my darling you know that everywhere that I go,
I'm just trying to find the fastest way back home.

Darling oh my darling
You know that everywhere that I go,
I'm just trying to find the fastest way back home.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Poetry Of The Deed
Once an honest man could go from sunrise to its set
Without encountering agents of his state or government
But a sorry cloud of tyranny has fallen across the land
Brought on by hollow men, who did not understand
That for centuries our forefather have fought and often died
To keep themselves unto themselves, to fight the rising tide
And that if in the smallest battles we surrender to the state
We enter in a darkness whence we never shall escape

When they raise their hands up our lives to possess
To know our souls, to drag us down, we'll resist.

Watt Tyler led the people in 1381
To meet the king at Smithfield and issue this demand:
That Winchester's should be the only law across the land
The law of old King Alfred's time, of free and honest men.
Because the people then they understood what we have since forgot:
That a government will only work for its own benefit
And I'd rather stand up naked against the elements alone
Than give the hollow men the right to enter in my home

When they raise their hands up our lives to possess
To know our souls, to drag us down, we'll resist.

Stand up Sons of Liberty and fight for what you own
Stand up Sons of Liberty and fight, fight for for your homes.

So if ever a man should ask you for your business or your name
Tell him to go and fuck himself, tell his friends to do the same.
Because a man who'd trade his liberty for a safe and dreamless sleep
Doesn't deserve the both of them, and neither shall he keep.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Poetry Of The Deed
To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

Ever since my childhood I've been scared I've been afraid
Of being trapped by circumstance and staying in one place
So I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored
Somewhere secret somewhere safe
And somewhere close to the door

Well I've traveled many countries I've washed my feet in many seas
I've drunk with drifters in Vienna and with punks in old dc
And I've driven across deserts driven by the irony
That only being shackled to the the road could ever I be free

To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

I've felt old before my time but now I keep the age away
By burning up the miles and yeah by filling up my days
And the nights a thousand nights I've played
And a thousand more to go
Before I take a breath and steal myself
For the next one thousand shows

To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

Yes so saddle up your horses now and keep your powder dry
Cause the truth is you won't be here long
Yeah soon your going to die

To the heart, to the heart there's no time for you to waste
You wont find your precious answers now by staying in one place
Yeah by giving up the chase

To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out
To the south to the south
My time is running out
To the south to the south
My time is running out

I face the horizon everywhere I go
I face the horizon the horizon is my home
I face the horizon everywhere I go
I face the horizon the horizon is my home

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Poetry Of The Deed
Meet me on the edges of the city,
Meet me where the underground runs out.
Bring a picnic blanket and your pity.
A pen and paper so I can write things down.

Mother, oh dear mother, I wasn't joking when I said,
That I plan to keep doing this until the day I'm dead.
And I'm not a mirror for you when you were young.
But I still remain your faithful only son.

Lately I've been feeling kind of fragile,
Lately I've been feeling all worn out.
What would any of us do, before the dreams that we had came to,
What would there be left to dream about.

Father, oh dear father, I'm not trying to reject,
The values that you held like winning cards up to your chest.
But I can't just do the things that you wish that you'd done,
Though I still remain your faithful only son.

The city, seems so still
When you're looking down, from Highgate Hill.
There's nothing left for us to say,
You taught me everything that I know,
You wouldn't miss me if I stayed,
You never see me if I go.

This is no confession no this is who I am
Make me in your image so you have to understand,
That I did my best as told and so've become,
You're loving and you're faithful only son.

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Album : Poetry Of The Deed
Richard Divine made up his mind
To take the last few steps to the bathroom door
From his bedroom floor and to lock himself in.

Steady young hands, meticulous plans,
Disposable razors and a blister-pack filled
With strong sleeping pills, and a bath of hot water.

He carefully wrote a funerary note
On his best writing paper to set out the facts,
And sealed it with wax, and left it in the kitchen.

He left it out so his parents would know
What there was waiting for them
Pale cold skin and blood seeping in to the landing carpet.

He said he's not for sale, said that he felt hounded,
Crowded and surrounded by this life he didn't choose.
But everybody plays this game on a daily basis.
They're not heroes, they're survivors,
And it's not Shakespearean if they lose.

So do what you want,
Do what the voices tell you,
But don't ever say that we didn't warn you.

He said he's not for sale,
But he bought into his failure.
He's telling tales that hammer nails right into open palms.

A martyr in reverse,
He's best at being worst,
The rest of us are cursed
But we keep calm and we carry on.

So Richard, here it is
None of us are blameless,
Huddled here like strangers,
Shameless in our lists of all the changes we say we need.

But I think that you knew that,
You can't pretend it's news
That when you cut yourself you'll bleed.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Poetry Of The Deed
Sunday nights are slow surrender.
It never lasts and we never learn.
We can still make this one to remember.
It's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
Tomorrow morning can wait its turn.

So charge your glasses
And raise a toast to the memory gained,
To the sleep that we lost.
Another weekend run to ground,
Another passing coat of red painted across our town.

Work is shallow, cuts are deep,
But who would waste two days respite?
You can't catch up on sleep.

So here we are, last chance saloon,
The ticking clock and a slow defeat,
It'll all be over soon.

Once more friends unto the breach, bleary-eyed,
The stuff of dreams always slips out of reach.

Defiance dressed in crumpled clothes,
Protest played out with a headache,
Starting late and going slow.
So though we know we have to be here,
We have tasted freer air, so we don't have to care.

All our days will fade away
In hazy nights and clear mistakes.
So here's to us and needs that must.
Let's raise a toast for one last boast
Because it's Sunday night and we've time to burn.
Tomorrow morning can wait its turn.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Poetry Of The Deed
Tonight is her night, and the city holds is breath,
caught twixt life and death, as she rolls in from the suburbs,
the garrison flees and the city will burn.
Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight.
London town trembles at the sight.
Because tonight is her night.
And the youth course through the streets to lay down at her feet,
and she runs a regal eye to choose who lives and decide who dies.
Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight.
The fearful crowds part ways without a fight.
Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight.
London town trembles at the sight.
She keeps her counsel, smiles when she speaks now, from ear to ear.
SheÂ's getting married, or so they tell me, when the spring is here.
She hums a tune from a song she knows from warm summers past,
a song that was sung by kids around campfires in the quiet southwest

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Album : Poetry Of The Deed
Moses was old, a chill in his bones.
Falling apart, he knew in his heart that his time had come.
As he lay in his tent in the hot desert sands,
He smiled at how he would never see his promised land.

He sang
"I could have lived and died an Egyptian prince,
I could have played safe,
But in the end the journey's
Brought joys that outweigh the pain."

Odysseus sat tired and alone.
He'd always held out against
All the doubts that he would come home.
But now he was here,
His soul felt estranged.
His wife and his dog,
His son and his Gods, everything changed.

He sang
"I could have stayed and ruled as an Ithican prince,
I could've played safe.
But in the end the journey's brought
Joys that outweigh the pain."

Balthazar rode for seven long years,
Eastwards and far,
He followed his star,
And it brought him here.
To a stable in ruins
In some backwater town,
To a virgin defiled,
No king but a child,
Too small for a crown.

He sang
"I could have lived with my Gods as a Persian prince,
I could've played safe,
But in the end the journey's brought
Joys that outweigh the pain."

Paupers and kings, princes and thieves,
Singers of songs, righters of wrongs, be what you believe.
So saddle your horse and shoulder your load,
Burst at the seams, be what you dream, and take to the road.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : England Keep My Bones
Not everyone grows up to be an astronaut
Not everyone was born to be a king
Not everyone can be Freddie Mercury
Everyone can raise a glass and sing
Well I haven't always been a perfect person
And I haven't done what mom and dad had dream
But on the day I die
I'll say, at least I fucking tried
That's the only eulogy I need
That's the only eulogy I need

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Album : England Keep My Bones
Peggy came to me in my sleep
In the middle of the night,
On a friday night last week
she whispered "hush child now don't be scared"
I got me a few words of wisdom that I came back to share
and she said

It doesn't matter where you come from,
It matters where you go
No-one gets remembered
For the things they didn't do

I said Peggy won't you stay here for a while
We can drink whisky, we can play cards and we can get wild
She said we'll play poker and we'll play for keeps
I've only played angels lately and they never let me cheat

It doesn't matter where you come from,
It matters where you go
No-one gets remembered in this listless life
For the things they didn't do

And you can say I had a good time
And you can say I had class
And you can say that I was born beneath
A ceiling made of glass
But I always kept an open house
And yeah I always did right by my friends
And when I got to St Peter's gate I told the people
I'm not the one who needs to make amends

'Cause better times are coming
Better times ahead
And no-one gets remembered, my deathless child
Don't waste too long in bed
And Peggy said

It doesn't matter where you come from,
It matters where you go
No-one gets remembered, in this listless loveless life
For the things they didn't do
(no no no no no)

Peggy sang the blues, as I drifted off
while Peggy sang the blues, as I drifted off
while Peggy sang the blues, as I drifted off
while Peggy sang the blues,
Peggy sang the blues

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : England Keep My Bones
Hear ye, hear ye, friends and Romans, countrymen.
Hear ye, hear ye, punks and skins and journeymen
Hear ye, hear ye, my sisters and my brethren.
The time is coming near.

Come ye, come ye, to soulless corporate circus tops.
Come ye, come ye, to toilet circuit touring snobs.
Come ye, come ye, to bedrooms, bars and bunker squats.
The sound is ringing clear.

Now who'd have thought that after all,
Something as simple as rock 'n' roll would save us all.
And who'd have thought that after all, it was rock 'n' roll.

Hear ye, hear ye, now anybody could take this stage.
Hear ye, hear ye, and make miracles for minimum wage.
Hear ye, hear ye, these folk songs for the modern age,
Will hold us in their arms.

Right here, right now, Elvis brings his children home.
Right here, right now, you never have to feel alone.
Right here, right now, teenage kicks and gramophones.
We hold them in our hearts.

Now who'd have thought that after all,
Something as simple as rock 'n' roll would save us all.
Now who'd have thought that after all, it was rock 'n' roll.

And I still believe (I still believe) in the saints.
Yeah, in Jerry Lee and in Johnny and all the greats.
And I still believe (I still believe) in the sound,
That has the power to raise a temple and tear it down.

And I still believe (I still believe) in the need,
For guitars and drums and desperate poetry.
And I still believe (I still believe) that everyone,
Can find a song for every time they've lost and every time they've won.

So just remember folks we not just saving lives, we're saving souls,
And we're having fun.

And I still believe.

Now who'd have thought that after all,
Something as simple as rock 'n' roll would save us all.
Now who'd have thought that after all,
Something so simple, something so small.
Who'd have thought, that after all it's rock 'n' roll?

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
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I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
I keep having dreams

Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
I went back to her house and I slept beside her
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
Terrified of her own insides
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a life over-rehearsed
She can't remember which came first
The house, the home, or the terrible thirst
She keeps having dreams

And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bedstand
So she can always run
She can get up, shower, and in half an hour she'll be gone

I keep having dreams of things I need to do
And waking up but not following through
But it feels like I haven't slept at all
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
An antique compass for a sailor's escape
She says you just can't live this way
And I close my eyes and I never say
I'm still having dreams

And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
I sleep with my passport
One eye on the back door
So I can always run
I can get up, shower, and in half an hour I'll be gone

And come morning
I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
So I climb in
We don't say a word
As we pull off into the sunrise
And these rivers of tarmac are like arteries across the country
We are blood cells alive in the bloodstream
The beating heart of the country
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric pulses
The sleeping soul of the country
The sleeping soul of the country
The sleeping soul of the country

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Our history runs down our rivers
Down our rivers to the sea
Reminds us of the things that matter
Home and heart and history
And all our sins will be forgiven
Washed away to set us free
By the rivers that run through our homesteads
By myth and modal melody

I traced these rivers from the cities to the seas
To remind me of what I already know
I traced the shorelines through a thousand histories
To remind me an island is my home
An island is my home

I traveled far across this country
Northumberland to Southern Downs
I wandered up the rolling Humber
And down the Thames to London town
Countless lives were lived and lingered
In the cuts, swerves, and the fells
I left a tapestry called England
And life and those who lived it well

I traced these rivers from the cities to the seas
To remind me of what I already know
I traced the shorelines through a thousand histories
To remind me an island is my home
An island is my home

Round here the sky is a little closer
A little closer to the ground
It's hard for someone to get lost here
Harder still to get found
Though I've seen a thousand rivers
From the Mississippi to the Rhine
The only place that I'll lay my hat down
Is by an English riverside

I traced these rivers from the cities to the seas
To remind me of what I already know
I traced the shorelines through a thousand histories
To remind me an island is my home
An island is my home

So place your trust into the sea
It's kept us safe for centuries
It shaped our shores and steadily
Its care has brought us, come
When I die, I hope to be buried out in English seas
So all that then remains of me
Will lap against these shores
Until England is no more

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
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Many years back when the old oaks were young
Not long after the Northmen had come
A low and evil deed was done
In the dark of the New Forest

From the shores of Normandy King William came
To Albion fair, King Harold to slay
With greed in his heart and his scurrilous claim
He took the land for his own

Now John was a blacksmith, an honest old man
He raised up his children and worked with his hands
At his family's forge in the patch of land
In the dark of the New Forest

But King William rode out after his victory
To ravage the land in his hunger to thieve
For hunting grounds in the Wessex trees
He took the land for his own
But if you steal the land of an Englishman
Then you will know this curse
Your first born son's warm blood will run
Upon the English earth

King William's son was called Rufus the Red
He took up the crown when his father was dead
And he rode the hunting grounds in his stead
In the dark of the New Forest

But John's curse it called out and Walt Tyrrell fired low
The arrow struck William with a sickening blow
And he fell from his horse to the ground below
And the land took him for it's own

So if you steal the land of an Englishman
Then you will know this curse
Your first born son's warm blood will run
Upon the English earth

Many years back when the old oaks were young
Not long after the Northmen had come
A low and evil deed was done
In the dark of the New Forest

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
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On the very day I die
The very last of my desires
Is that you take my broken body
And commit it to the fire

And then when the fire is finished
Scrape the ashes in a tin
Take them down to LondonÂ's drinking reservoirs
And throw them in

And then specks infinitesimal of my mortal remains
Will slide down 7 million throats and into 7 million veins
And I will creep through their capillaries to the marrow of their bones
And they will wake to bright new mornings and then wordlessly theyÂ'll know

That I remain
I am remembered
I remain
I am remembered

So these 7 million innocents
They will have me in their blood
And when they die theyÂ'll burn their bodies
Or be buried in the mud
And I will spread through streams and rivers like a virus through a host
From the hamlets to the cities from the rivers to the coast
And from there into the channel across the great Atlantic Ocean
And ever onwards to the new world
Through the waters gentle motions
Until parts of me are part of every land mass every sea
In the rain, up on your crops and in the very air you breath

I remain
I am remembered
I remain
I am remembered
I remain

And all the things I love will be washed away in the rain
I remain

IÂ'm not convinced of the existence of these things that donÂ't exist
Yeah by Jewish boys with big ideas and scratches on their wrist
By a loving or a vengeful God
Or one who condescends
WhoÂ'll wash his hands down in the mire among the misery of men
Or by ever turning circles hanging timeless in the sky
Like a dream catcher distracting from the fact youÂ're gonna die

But I place one foot before the other
Confident because
I know that everything we are right now is everything that was
That Watt Tyler, Woody, Guthrie, Dostoevsky and Davy Jones
Are all dissolved into the ether and have crept into my bones
And all the cells in all the lines upon the backs of both my hands
Were once carved into the details of two feet upon the sand

We remain
We are remembered
We remain
We are remembered
We remain

And all the things we love
Will be washed away in the rain
We remain

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Forgive me someone, for I have sinned
And I know not where I should begin
And Some days it feels like you just can't win
No matter what you do or say.

Things didn't kill me but I don't feel stronger
Life is short but it feels much longer
You've lost that fight, you've lost that hunger
To pull yourself through the day.

But if ever I stray from the path I follow
Take me down to the English Channel
Throw me in where the water is shallow
And then drag me on back to shore!

'Cause love is free and life is cheap
And as long as I've got me a place to sleep
Clothes on my back and some food to eat
I can't ask for anything more

Come on everybody sing it 1one, two, three, four

We've all have secrets that we hold inside
The worst little things that we try and defy
The worst one of all that you never can hide
Is that you're never quite as strong as you sound

So I'm sorry baby, for the times I've hurt you
Sorry friends, for the times I desert you
Most days it feels like I don't deserve you
And I wonder that you're all still around

But if ever I stray from the path I follow
Take me down to the English Channel
Throw me in where the water is shallow
And then drag me on back to shore!

'Cause love is free and life is cheap
As long as I've got me a place to sleep
Clothes on my back and some food to eat
I can't ask for anything more

Come on everybody sing it one, two, three, four

Come on and join me in the water
Swim for hope
Sometimes it's hard to remember
I couldn't do this on my own

If ever I stray from the path I follow
Take me down to the English Channel
Throw me in where the water is shallow
And then drag me on back to shore!

'Cause love is free and life is cheap
As long as I've got me a place to sleep
Clothes on my back and some food to eat
I can't ask for anything more

I can't ask for anything more

The path I chose isn't straight and narrow
It wanders 'round like a drunken fellow
Some days it's hard for me to follow
But if you've got my back I'll go on.
If you've got my back I'll go on.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : England Keep My Bones
Let me tell you all a little story of the things I've found,
Hanging out and drinking with my friends in the cathedral grounds,
And later dodging drunks as we dance along Jury Street,
As we wander up town to the railway our friends to meet,

There's something about coming back to your hometown again,
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends,
And though none of them still live here, I've got nowhere to go,
I'm a Wessex Boy and when I'm here I'm home

Let me tell you all a little story of the things I've lost,
Huddling for warmth on the top step of the Buttercross,
Sitting on the benches by the bridges at the riverside,
Of counting down the hours for the buses cause I missed my ride

There's something about coming back to your hometown again,
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends,
And though none of them still live here, I've got nowhere to go,
I'm a Wessex Boy, a Wessex boy and when I'm here I'm home

And one day I will hear this song anonymous and sweet,
Ringing out from a buskers guitar on the ancient city streets,
I'll stand along while and smile before I continue on the road,
And somebody else will sing the words and I'll feel like I'm home

There's something about hometowns you never can escape
The triumphs and the tragedies and those of little faith
The welling of nostalgia and feeling kind of strange,
Cause despite the little changes yeah this place still feels the same

There's something about coming back to your hometown again,
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends,
And though none of them still live here, I've got nowhere to go,
I'm a Wessex Boy,
I'm a Wessex boy and when I'm here I'm home

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : England Keep My Bones
We saw in the dawn from the roof of the bar
When nights become days and you've gone too far
We listened to songbirds and rush hour cars and welcomed in the day
You said, Â"London in summertime is great,
On days like this I feel like I could escape
From things that I've done and mistakes that I've made.
I'd wash it all awayÂ"
We bathed like swimmers in the morning sun, waiting for our night to end
It felt like one of us would come down hard and one of us would start again
It started out curious, it started out fun
We smoked in the woods when we were young
And secretly slipped something under our tongues
And danced the night away
And everyone stumbles on old cocaine
It burns out the flesh, and it burdens the brain
Â'Til brown comes and whisks away your pain and you find you've lost your way
We bathed like swimmers in the morning sun, waiting for our night to end
It felt like one of us would come down hard and one of us would start again
Sink in the river for your death
Swallow forever Â'til nothing's left
Sleep with the fishes, draw no breath
Take no rest
Oh my friend, look to the shore you'd see us here, we're waiting
Oh my friend, if you made for the shore, you'd see us here, we're all waiting
Don't sink in the river for your death
Could start fresh tomorrow, leave what's left
You could sleep in the shade, draw some breath
Please draw breath, please draw breath
Let's let nights become days
So come down kid the roofs aren't safe now
All my friends are waiting for you to get some rest

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : England Keep My Bones
I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station
When the Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question
Oh is love really real and do any of hope for redemption
Or are we are merely biting our time down to the lonely conclusions
Darling let me take your hand as I talk you through this
How loneliness edged into deep seeded psychosis
Lying away in crowded hotel rooms focused on takers
With my feelings laid clear on the ceiling
I don't think I can do this
I don't think I can do this

Well I tried so hard to not turn into my father
But if I only ever skip out his choices will I ever choose better
Oh the sad truth is the grass it will always seem greener
So I left you alone in a restaurant in London in winter
You deserved better

Out of trash some might back in my ears
Sound comes clear and brings the awful truth that I can't stand what I've done to you
And it's written clear in my diary today should have been our anniversary
But I'm far way and I'm far apart
And you're back home with a broken heart
And loves is real and I can escape
I'll only ever have myself to blame
These failures shift and save me in the night
Like a fever I can't break try as I might
Wake me darling I need you take me home
But I know in the end redemption is mine and mine alone
So if each of us is made of a tally of mistakes and successes
Then the hour in the restaurant makes my score less than impressive
If each can be redeemed with the courage by which he confesses
So darling I miss you, your music and your musk and your kisses
I don't think I can do this

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : England Keep My Bones
Brothers and sisters, have you heard the news?
The storm has lifted and there's nothing to lose,
So swap your confirmation for your dancing shoes,
Because there never was no God.
Step out of the darkness and onto the streets,
Forget about the fast, let's have a carnival feast,
Raise up your lowered head to hear the liberation beat,
Because there never was no God.

There is no God,
So clap your hands together,
There is no God,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no God,
We're all in this together,
There is no God,
So ring that victory bell.

No cowering in the dark before these overbearing priests,
Not waiting until we die until we restitute the meek,
No blaming all our failings on imaginary beasts,
Because there never was no God.
No fighting over land your distant fathers told you of,
Not spilling blood for those who have never spread a drop of blood,
No finger pointing justified by fairies up above,
Because there never was no God.

There is no God,
So clap your hands together,
There is no God,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no God,
We're all in this together,
There is no God,
So ring that victory bell.

And I know you're scared of dieing man and I am too,
But just pretending it's not happening isn't gonna see us through,
So just accept that there's an end game and we haven't got much time,
And then in the here and now we can try and do things right.
Forget about the crazy things that people have believed,
And think of wondrous things that normal people have achieved,
'Cos I've known beauty in the stillness of cathedrals in the day,
I sang Glory Hallelujah! Won't you wash my sins away?
But now I'm singing my refrain and this is what I say,
I say there never was no God.

There is no God,
So clap your hands together,
There is no God,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no God,
We're all in this together,
There is no God,
So ring that victory bell.

There is no God,
So clap your hands together,
There is no God,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no God,
We're all in this together,
There is no God,
So ring that victory bell.

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : England Keep My Bones
Eva Mae,
I remember the date you were born
It was the summer
Your mum and dad called me up to say how proud
They were
Voices wringing with the love of a new born child
Light shining in their eyes, expectant smiles

Eva Mae,
Well your father and I have been friends
Many years
Watch the world around us change,
Hoped our hopes, feared our fears
He asked me to watch you, as you grow
Hold your hand through the highs and lift you up through the lows

Now Eva Mae,
Don't you judge me too hard
I try to be a good man to be the best with what I got
Eva Mae,
I will teach you what I know
And watch over you everywhere that you go

Eva Mae,
I have made many mistakes
In my time
Built my share of bridges and broken hearts
I've told lies
I have not always followed my own advice
I've fallen flat
But Eva darling sometimes that's just life

Eva Mae,
With the way that I am I might not
Much be around
But I'll stop in from time to time to share
The things I've learnt
You should keep your friends and family close
And always always always try to say yes
And we can not ever one of us be perfect
But darling we can try our best

Now Eva Mae,
I won't ever judge your heart,
Just try to be a good girl and do the best with what you got
Now Eva Mae,
I will teach you what I know,
And watch over you everywhere you will go
Everywhere you will go

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : England Keep My Bones
I have wept until I've slept
Into the lap of the lady that I love
And though she begged and she cajoled
I couldn't tell her what I was thinking of

I didn't chose, no I was chosen
By a life that must be lived in passing through
And though she changed so much for me
Changing this is the one thing I cannot do

Darling, I'm leaving
The distance keeps calling me on
Darling, come morning
I'll be gone

She is beauty, she is graceful
In a poison she is gentle in her care
She is the calm in the centre of my storm
She has her fingers through my hair

She has my heart but it is breaking
Cause it knows that deep inside she still believes
That there will ever come a morning that I'll stay
And not gathering to leave

Darling, I'm leaving
The distance keeps calling me on
Darling, come morning
I'll be gone

Baby let's get out of the city
We need to breathe some cleaner air
That creeping feeling starting like I miss you
And we're both of us still here

There's a sadness in your smiles now
And an edge of desperation in your voice
We have all this independence
But it still feels like we never had a choice

Darling, I'm leaving

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Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : England Keep My Bones
My name is Balthazar, Impresario
And you'll find me at the bottom of the page
I have artist's hands, though I'm a working man
But my craft has been forgotten by the age
So tonight will be my last night on the stage

This is my family's trade, my father built this place
At the turning of the twentieth century
I have been working here, for some fifty years
But the young these days are glued to TV screens
And the old girl is dying on her feet

Once more to the boards
One more curtain call
Give the crowd everything they're asking for and more
Always make them laugh
Try to make them cry
Always take the stage like it's the last night of your life

My friends from theatre school all thought I was a fool
For leaving Shakespeare for the music hall
And now my son's left home, and set out on his own
And the critics think we're quaint but set to fall
But they've only seen the show from the stalls

Once more to the boards
One more curtain call
Give the crowd everything they're asking for and more
Always make them laugh
Try to make them cry
Always take the stage like it's the last night of your life

And all the things I've seen behind these tattered seams
And all the upturned faces with the lamplight in their eyes
And each imperfect turn flickers as it burns
Only lasts a moment but for me they'll never die

We are respected
We're not remembered
We are the ghosts of Vaudeville
Unnumbered

We are the fathers of the halls
Yeah but we'll never be famous
We aren't just artists, we are something more:
We're entertainers

I smooth my thinning hair in a gilded mirror
To try to hide the tell-signs of my age
My name is Balthazar, Impresario
And tonight will be my last night on the stage.

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Freak Out!
Motherly love
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love

Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your Mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do

The Mothers got love
That'll drive ya mad
They're ravin' 'bout the way we do
No need to feel lonely . . .
No need to feel sad,
If we ever get a hold on you
What you need is . . .

Motherly love
(Come on, get it now)
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your Mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do

Nature's been good
To this here band
Don't ever think we're shy
Send us up some little groupies
And we'll take their hands
And rock 'em till they sweat and cry
What you need is . . .

Motherly love
(Get it now)
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your Mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do

We can love ya
Till ya have a heart attack
You'd best believe that's true
We'll bite your neck
And scratch your back
Till you don't know what to do
What you need is . . .

Motherly love
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your Mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do

You know I've got a little motherly love for you baby, yeah
You know I've got a little motherly love for you honey, yeah
You know it doesn't bother me at all
That you're only eighteen years old
'Cause I got a little motherly love for you baby

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Freak Out!
Mister America
Walk on by
Your schools that do not teach
Mister America
Walk on by
The minds that won't be reached
Mister America
Try to hide
The emptiness that's you inside
When once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of
Hungry freaks, Daddy . . .

They won't go
For no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say
What's on their minds
(The left-behinds of the Great Society)

Hungry freaks, Daddy . . .

Mister America
Walk on by
Your supermarket dream
Mister America
Walk on by
The liquor store supreme
Mister America
Try to hide
The product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
The day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes and then you cried:
THOSE HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!

They won't go
For no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say
What's on their minds
(The left-behinds of the Great Society)

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Freak Out!

Ain't got no heart
I ain't got no heart to give away
I sit and laugh at fools in love
There ain't no such thing as love
No angels singing up above today
Girl I don't believe
Girl I don't believe in what you say
You say your heart is only mine
I say to you, you must be blind
What makes you think that you're so fine
That I would throw away
The groovy life 1 lead
'Cause baby, what you've got, yeah
It sure ain't what I need
Girl you'd better go
Girl you'd better go away
I think that life with you would1 be
Just not quite the thing for me
-Why hritsotau

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Freak Out!
Wowie Zowie
Your love's a treat
Wowie Zowie
You can't be beat
Wowie Zowie, baby
You're so neat
I don't even care
If you shave your legs

Wowie Zowie, baby
You're so fine
Wowie Zowie, baby
Please be mine
Wowie Zowie
Up and down my spine
I don't even care
If you brush your teeth

Dream of you each mornin'
I dream of you each night
Just the other day I got so shook up
I dreamed of you in the afternoon

I dream of you each mornin'
I dream of you each night
Just the other day I got so shook up
I had a flash in the afternoon

Wowie Zowie, baby
Love me do
Wowie Zowie
and I'll love you too
Wowie Zowie, baby
I'll be true
I don't even care
If your dad's the heat

(Wowie Zowie . . . )

Wowie
Wowie Zowie
Wowie
Wowie Zowie
Wowie
Wowie Zowie
Wowie
Wowie Zowie
Wowie
Wowie Zowie
Wowie
Wowie Zowie
Wowie . . .

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Freak Out!
Anyway the wind blows
Is-a fine with me
Anyway the wind blows
It don't matter to me
'Cause I'm thru with-a fussin'
And-a fightin' with-a you
I went out and found a woman
Who is gonna be true
She makes me oh so happy now
I'm never ever blue
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the wind blows

She is my heart and soul
And she loves me tenderly
Now my story can be told
Just how good she is to me
Yes, she treats me like she loves me
And she never makes me cry
I'm gonna stick with her
Till the day I die
She's not like you, baby
She would never ever lie
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the wind blows

Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the wind blows

Now that I am free
From the troubles of the past
Took me much too long to see
That our romance couldn't last
I'm gonna go away
And leave you standing at the door
I'll tell you, pretty baby,
I won't be back no more
'Cause you don't even know
What love is for
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the wind blows
Anyway the wind blows

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Freak Out!
Yeah!
Got no place to go
I'm tired of walking up and down the street all by myself
No love left for me to give
I try and try but no-one wants me the way I am

Why should I pretend I like
To roam from door to door
Maybe I'll just kill myself
I just don't care no more

Because I'm not satisfied
Everything I tried
I don't like the way
Life has been abusing me

Yeah! Yeah!

Who would care if I was gone?
I never met no-one who'd care if I was dead and gone
Who needs me to care for them?
Nobody needs me, why should I just hang around?

Why should I just sit and watch
While the others smile?
I just wish that someone cared
If I was happy for a while

Because I'm not satisfied
Everything I tried
I don't like the way
Life has been abusing me

Yeah!

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Freak Out!
Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV
Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Wednesday I watched the riot . . .
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn

And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Well, you can cool it,
You can heat it . . .
'Cause, baby, I don't need it . . .
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on sports
'N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so

And further they assert
That any show they'll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can't be beat

And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie
And you'll see it all complete

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Hey, you know something people?
I'm not black
But there's a whole lots a times
I wish I could say I'm not white

Well, I seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em
And they say it served 'em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it's the same across the nation
Black and white discrimination
Yellin' "You can't understand me!"
'N all that other jazz they hand me
In the papers and TV and
All that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
(No matter if it's black or white)
Because he's out for blood tonight

You know we got to sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won't be many live
To see it really end
'Cause the fire in the street
Ain't like the fire in the heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don't you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now's the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain't no Great Society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn't free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won't amount to nothin' more
Gonna watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor

Blow your harmonica, son!

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Freak Out!
Help, I'm a rock
Help, I'm a rock
Help, I'm a rock
Help, I'm a rock

Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah

Ay-yo ee-ow-ee-ow-ee
Veni-ma-no too mah
Veni veni ka toree tor (see'dra votra nee!)
Vedi-vedi ki-ta-la tom-bay
Vel-lay ka-la tay-la-tor
Vel-lay kay-la ta-la-sor
Vel-lay kay-lay ka-la-tor
Vel-lay kay-la sa-la-tay
Vor-a kor-ay tor-a-tor
Vel-la kay-la sa-la tch'ay
Vor-a kor-ay kay-a la kur'ad
Vor-a silli kay-t'ay tcha-to
Vor-a kay-ay tay-lay tay-ay tcha-to

Klanna-tholl
Klanna-tholl
Klanna-tholl
Pik-a-dill-a do-tchay
Pik-a-li-sa no-say (o-ooh)

Bi-ni-bi-ni me-ho-la-ka ta-ka-ho-ba
Say-kay pay-tay-ho-a-la tur-i-ca (Mee-oo-da-ra)
Chil-li pil-li ka-zi-o-bi-a bee bee bee bee (Do-dee-bop)
You know...(a-mad hee)

(Arrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee...)
Oooooooooooaaaaaaaaaa...
OOOOaaaaaaaaaaa.........(ah, hah)

O-wee ya yo yo yo a-ki-o wee
A-ki-o-ka a-yi-a-ee
A-ki-o-ka o-ki-o-wee
A-ki-o-ka o-ki-o-wee
A-ki-o-ka o-ki-o-wee
A-ki-o-ka o-ki-o-wee
A ki-o-ka o-wee-say ya-vo

Pedi-goh
Pedi-koh
Ann-i tcho-ee-see-na
Per-a-ko-ee-say
Kar-ra
May-a-ta
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
Hay-lo
Pray-lo
Say la do sa ka ho-say
Vay-lay ko say-let-a-no
Vay-la ka sa la to-shay
Va-la ko-lo-tay
Ay-o
Lay-o
Lay-o
Aaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaa
O-ha o-ha yew
Ah-yew
Lay la-fan
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Help, I'm a rock!
Help, I'm a rock!
Help, I'm a rock!
Somebody!
Help, I'm a rock!
Please!
Help, I'm a rock!
Please!
Help, I'm a rock!
Please!
Help, I'm a rock!
Wow!
Help, I'm a rock!
Wow!
Help, I'm a rock!
Help, I'm a rock!
Somebody helps me

Wow, man, it's a drag being a rock
(Help, I'm a rock)
(Help, I'm a rock)
(Help, I'm a rock)
I wish I was anything but a rock
Heck, I'd even like to be a policeman
Hey, you know what?
You know maybe if I practice, you know
Maybe if I pass my driving test
I could get a gig drivin' that bus that pick the freaks up
In front of Ben Frank's, right?

Help, I'm a cop!
Help, I'm a cop!
Help, I'm a cop!
Help, I'm a cop!
(Help, I'm a rock)
Help, I'm a cop!
(Help, I'm a rock)

It's a drag being a cop
I think I'd rather be the mayor

Always wondered what I was gonna be when I grew up, you know
Always wondered whether or not . . . whether or not I could make it
You know, in society, because,
You know, it's a drag when you're rejected
So I tore the cover off a book of matches
And I sent in
And I got this letter back that said . . .

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Freak Out!
FZ: Suzy?
Suzy: Yes
FZ: Suzy Creamcheese?
Suzy: Yes
FZ: This is the voice of your conscience baby, uh . . . I just want to check one thing out with ya, you don't mind, do ya?
Suzy: What?
FZ: Suzy Creamcheese, honey, what's got into ya?

Cream . . . cheese . . .

Oh, wow, yeah, man
It's happening, man
(Ba-jo-la jinga)
Flashing, man!
America's wonderful!
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
It really makes it
Cream-cheese

(Wai-ka-vo-jeen-ya do-ra-man-ya . . . )
Oh, yeah, man, crazy, man, flashing, man
(Ma ga-yay-go va-tcha kam
Ba-jinga wai-ya ka-ma-tay . . . )
Oh, wow, yeah, man
It's happening, man
(Ba-jo-la jinga)
Flashing, man!

Flashing, man, flashing man
Oh, wow!
Crazy, man
(Skies are blue, baby!)
It really makes it
Oh, no . . .
Yes!
(Funcha, funcha veni meh ka em ma ka-ta-cheek)
Flashing, man!
Flashing . . . flashing . . .

Moy jing-ya verana ba keesh-eet (faster)
Moytch moytch ver-rate ver-rate (faster, higher)
Ba-yay-ga va-yay . . .

Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, higher, higher, faster, faster, higher, higher, higher, higher
Flashing . . . flashing . . . flashing . . .

Creamcheese, creamcheese, cream . . .
Creamcheese, creamcheese, creamcheese,
Creamcheese, creamcheese, creamcheese, creamcheese
Creamcheese . . .
Creamcheese
Creamcheese . . .
Creamcheese, creamcheese
Creamcheese . . .

Reversed:
Creamcheese . . . cream ch-ch-ch-cheese

Creamcheese . . .

Speeded-up:
(Cheese)
Cheese-cream, cream-cheese
(Creamcheese)
Creamcheese, creamcheese . . . creamcheese
(Creamcheese)
Creamcheese
(Creamcheese)
Creamcheese
Creamcheese, creamcheese
(Cream-chee-chee-cream-cheese)
Creamcheese, creamcheese, creamcheese, creamcheese,
Psychedelic creamcheese!
Creamcheese
Cream . . . cheese . . .

Did you pick up on that?

Speeded-up:
CREAM . . . cheese
Cream-cheese
(Creamcheese!)
Creamcheese
Creamchee . . . (ese!)
(FUCK!)
Creamcheese
Creamcheese
Creamcheese
Creamcheese
Creamcheese
Cream . . . cheese
Cheese, cheese-cream
I know, creamcheese
(Cream . . . )
Ah . . . a-ha!
Cream, cream, cream . . . CHEESE
CREAM-CHEESE!
CREAM-CHEESE!
Creamcheese, creamcheese, cream-m-m-m-cheese
(Cheese?)
A-ha-ha-ha! Cream, cheese
Creamcheese . . .

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Absolutely Free
Ladies & Gentelmen . . . the PRESIDENT of the UNITED STATES!

Fella Americans . . .
DOOT, DOOT, DOOT . . . DOOT . . .
He's been sick.
DOO-OO-OOT . . . DOOT! DOOT!
(Teet-Teet . . . Teet-Teet . . . Teet-Teet . . . Teet-Teet-Teet)
And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup.
DOOT, DOOT (Teet-Teet)

Plastic people
Oh baby, now . . .
You're such a drag

(I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy every once in a while . . . )

Plastic people
Oh baby, now
You're such a drag

(And there's this guy from the CIA and he's creeping around Laurel Canyon . . . )

A fine little girl
She waits for me
She's as plastic
As she can be
She paints her face
With plastic goo
And wrecks her hair
With some shampoo

Plastic people
Oh baby, now
You're such a drag

(I dunno . . . sometimes I just get tired of ya, honey . . . it's - Ah - your hair spray . . . or something.)

Plastic people
Oh baby!
You're such a drag

(I hear the sound of marching feet . . . down Sunset Blvd. to Crescent Heights, and there, at Pandora's Box, we are confronted with . . . a vast quantity of PLASTIC PEOPLE.)

Take a day
And walk around
Watch the nazis
Run your town
Then go home
And check yourself
You think we're singing
'Bout someone else . . . but you're

Plastic people!
(Woooooooooooooooooooh!)
Oh baby, now . . .
You're such a drag

Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooooooooh!

Me see a neon
Moon above
I searched for years
I found no love
I'm sure that love
Will never be
A product of
Plasticity
A product of
Plasticity
A product of
Plasticity:

FZ:
PLASTIC! PLASTIC PEOPLE!
PLA-HA-HA-HA-HA . . .
PLASTIC . . . PEOPLE
PLASTIC PEOPLE . . . OO-OOOH OO-OOH . . .
PLASTIC . . .
A prune is a vegetable . . . no, a prune is not a vegetable. Cabbage is a vegetable . . . makes it O.K. PLASTIC PEOPLE . . . PLASTIC PEOPLE, PLASTIC PEOPLE!
Ooo-Hoo-Hoo . . . Ooo-ooh-ooh-ooh Hoo-Hoo
Ooh-ooh Ooh-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo

Ray:
You are. Your foot. Your hair. Your nose. Your arms. You eat. Youc suck. You love. You are. Your being is . . . you're PLASTIC . . . PEOPLE . . . BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH . . . plastic pepples . . . [...]
You drive. You live in. You dream about . . . you think only of . . . you eat . . . you are . . . pepples . . . plastic . . . plastic pepples . . .
Purple prancing. Plastic people. Every pepples . . .

Peep-peep Pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep!

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Absolutely Free
A moonbeam through the prune
In June
Reveals your chest
I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart
I bite your neck
The cheese I have for you
My dear
Is real
And very new!

A moonbeam through the prune
In June
Reveals your chest
I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart
I bite your neck
The love I have for you
My dear
Is real
And very new!

Doh-Doh-Doh Doh-Doh

Prune!
(Pah-Da-Dahhh!)
If it is a real prune...
(Pah-Da-Dahhh!)
Knows no cheese!
(Chunka Chunk . . .
Chunka Chunka Chunka Chunka Chunk . . . )
And stands . . .
(Oh No-o-o-o!)
Taller & stronger
Than any tree
Or bush!
And I know
The love I have for you
Will grow & grow & grow
I think
And so my love
I offer you
A love that is strong
A prune that is true!

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Absolutely Free
LA LA LALA LA LA LALALA LAH LAH LAH LA LA
LA LA LA LA OOOOOOOOH!
(Chunka Chunka Chunka . . . )
LA LA LA LALA . . .

My darling . . . you mean so very much to me . . . I love
you so deeply! It just makes me . . .

LA LA LA LA LA LA etc.

(Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Prunes, Prunes)
I hardly recognize you, darling . . . Oh, I'll never forget you, darling. . .
(Prunes, Duke of Prunes, Prunes, Prunes)
Oh I suppose I will forget you eventually . . . In fact, I've already forgotten you . . .
(Duke of Prunes, Prunes, Prunes)
What is your name? Nice to see you again.

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Absolutely Free
[includes a quote from Baby Love (Holland/Dozier/Holland)]

And you'll be my Douchess
My Douchess of Prunes

A moonbeam through the prune
In June
Reveals your chest
I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart
I bite your neck
The cheese I have for you
My dear
Is real
And very new!
(New cheese!)

Prunes!
(Pah-Da-Dahhh!)
If they are fresh prunes . . .
(Pah-Da-Dahhh!)
Know no cheese!
(Chunka Chunka Chinky Chunky Stinky Stanky . . . )
And they just lie there
Drowning & sickening
And it's just . . . I dunno
Oh-h-h-h-h!
And I know
I think
The love I have for you
Will never end
Well . . . maybe
(Whah!)

And so my love
I offer you
A love that is strong
A prune that is true!
(Ha Ha!)

This is the exciting part . . .
It's like the SUPREMES...
See the way it builds up
BABY BABY
D'ya feel it?
BABY BABY
My prune is yours, my love
My cheese for you
My baby prune
My baby prune
I do like you
My baby cheese etc., etc.
You know I do
My dear
I love you etc., etc.
Oh cheesy fat
Oh cheesy fat
Oh cheesy fat
Oh baby fat
Oh cheesy fat
Oh baby blue

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Artist : FRANK ZAPPA
Album : Absolutely Free
Cheesy, cheesy!

(This is a song about vegetables . . . they keep you regular; they're real good for ya.)

Call any vegetable
(Call any vegetable)
Call it by name
(Call any vegetable)
Call one today
(Call any vegetable)
When you get off the train
(Call any vegetable)
Call any vegetable
And the chances are good
Ooooh! The vegetable
Will respond to you

(Some people don't go for prunes . . . I dunno . . . I've always found that if they . . . )

Call any vegetable
(Call any vegetable)
Pick up your phone
(Call any vegetable)
Think of a vegetable
(Call any vegetable)
Lonely at home
(Call any vegetable)
Call any vegetable
And the chances are good
That a vegetable will respond to you-hoooo

RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA
RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA RUTA-BAY-AY-AYGA
RUTA-BAYYYYY . . .

(A prune isn't really a vegetable. Cabbage is a vegetable.)

No one will know
If you don't want to let 'em know
No one will know
'Less it's you that might tell 'em so
Call and they'll come to you
Covered with dew
Vegetables dream
Of responding to you
Standing there
Shiny & proud by your side
Holding your hand
While the neighbors decide
Why is a vegetable
Something to hide?
YAR-R-R-R-R-G-H!

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