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These Songs Mean Nothing (1998, CD/LP)
Wash The Ray »» » Wash the ray Clean it up with your tongue Pray for rain Tomorrow never knows Stay with me Be my storm Ride the wind And when I tell you "let it all out" You say you're feeling something you can't explain And when there's too much boredom under the sun... Wash the ray...  Big Belly Band »» » We are the big belly band Carrying the world in our guts We have thrown away our jeans We haven't seen our knees for years We've got a quiet life to lead Sometimes we can't hardly stand 'Cause we're the big belly band And we'll drink beer forever more Forever more Rusty Butterfly »» » Ah, she's moving fast, she's flying over me With her beautiful lies, with her small brown wings of rusty butterfly Electric Glue »» » Gimme your electric glue, I wanna fix myself Gimme your electric glue, I gotta fix myself You know I am a broken man, a broken fantasy You know I got a broken heart, take me to the ecstasy How far's the end? Why do I pretend? How far's the end? Everybody Wants My Money »» » I was lying in the back of my green car Drinking two or three glasses of wine When a fucking asshole came out of nowhere With a book of tickets saying "This parking is mine" I was sitting on a chair at the seaside Asking for some answers to the wild wind When I saw a coastguard coming directly With an open hand and a fucking expression of greed Everybody wants my money And I'll give it to them perhaps in another life I was standing in the middle of the city Wasting all the hours of a blue day When a civil servant imposed a fine on me And screaming like a raven carried on his way Don't you think it's free Because this world has its rules Yes, it's true (This world has its rules) You know that it's true) (Although it seems cruel) Everybody wants my money... A Dream Within A Dream »» » If I could tell you what I see in a dream within a dream It is almost like to be in a wild distant sea Oh, pretty things giving out a gentle breeze! But I still don't know what's the buzz I'm hearing Flapping their purple wings there are little floating things Old bright airplanes rise and fly piloted by pigheaded men They cross the pink clouds and point at the sky leaving their track everywhere Silver coloured air is so difficult to breathe! If I could tell you the way I feel in a dream within a dream Lying In The Field Of Mars »» » And I'm lying in the Field of Mars watching the clouds And I'm thinking of the day, years ago, When we laughed on the shore Everything in the air Seemed to say "farewell" But a minute is a day or a life with my back on the grass And your memory liquify like a floe When the wind starts to blow I don't have a repproach When the rain falls And I'm lying in the Field of Mars watching the clouds The Underwater Record Store »» » Can’t you hear it? Jon singing ‘Don’t kill the whale’ The loudspeakers give out ‘A sea horse with no name’ In the underwater record store, below the floor Squids go to buy the liquid hits of rock’n’roll Hot tunas roll their joints listening to Kaukonen’s voice And there I’d like to see you in the morning, in the nightime ‘Cause this is a shop that never is closed Fish always ask for more In the underwater record store everybody says ‘Glub’ Peter Hammill on the top of the lighthouse Roger Waters plays his watered bass out loud In the underwater record store, below the floor Red coloured cods pay in cash for the salty pick ups Bowie dressed in plastic like creature of the black lagoon And there I’d like to see you in the morning, in the nightime ‘Cause this is a shop that never is closed Fish always ask for more In the underwater record store everybody says ‘Glub’ |
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