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Asthmatic's Howl
03:06
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Cast It Away, For I Need No Batman's Cowl,
My Given Answers are Borne of an Asthmatic's Howl.
Hold Your Tongue, Anchored Pickle,
Hold Your Ears to the Bells of the Steeple,
Cause now that Everyone's "An Honest Equal",
Well it's a Pity them Inverted Commas ain't too Visual.
Cast It Away, For I Need No Batman's Cowl,
My Given Answers are Borne of an Asthmatic's Howl.
Well Now-
I am not the Only One Hooked on that Iron Lung,
The Charred Black Wood where Choking Sense was Forever Hung,
Ostracised when you ran through Town in an Ornithological Fit,
Expect Paradoxes!
But Everyone just Talks so Much Nonsense,
Yeah Everyone just Talks so Much Nonsense,
Well Everyone just Talks so much NON- SENSE
Yeah Everyone just Talks so Much Nonsense.
Cast It Away, For I Need No Batman's Cowl,
My Given Answers are Borne of an Asthmatic's Howl.
(Various Pleghmish Sounds)
Enough Coughing for Me,
Enough Coughing for Me,
Enough Coughing for Me,
Enough Coughing for Me.
Cast It Away, For I Need No Batman's Cowl,
My Given Answers are Borne of an Asthmatic's Howl.
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The Organist
03:50
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The Organist Built his Life on an Early Sunday Morning,
The Organist Held his Candles under the Seventh Awning,
Oh! Hiding in the Catacombs, Breeding Rats in the Attic,
Well I seen a Snake Crawl up the Sacred Staff of St. Patrick.
PRAISE BE!
(Praise Be - Drop Your Phantoms on a Pedestal)
PRAISE BE!
(Praise Be - Keep your Liturgy in the Vestal)
The Organist Works Scientific Fingers Throughout Hero Worship,
The Organist Holds his Healing Touch a Distance from Fantastic,
Oh! I Remember the Days when the Keys Weren't Plastic,
Now They're Held Together by a Jaundiced Aging Mastic.
PRAISE BE!
(Praise Be - Drop Your Phantoms on a Pedestal)
PRAISE BE!
(Praise Be - Keep your Liturgy in the Vestal)
oh i have heard it said,
"There's Nothing Pleasant about Dying in Bed".
oh the grim reaper is a tease,
"I Peak his Veil Every time I Loose a Sneeze"
Then Just when Things seem to have Settled,
They Hand Lighters to the Kids of Heavy Metal.
PRAISE BE!
(Praise Be - Drop Your Phantoms on a Pedestal)
PRAISE BE!
(Praise Be - Keep your Liturgy in the Vestal)
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3. |
Bad Moon Risin'
02:16
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Go Look it up Online.
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4. |
O Mushrooms!
02:10
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Mushrooms O Mushrooms You Won't Take me to my Grave,
Mushrooms O Mushrooms You Won't Take me to my Grave,
Not Mushrooms or Redrooms or Alchemists on Dusting Brooms,
O Mushrooms O Mushrooms You Won't Take me to my Grave.
Mushrooms O Mushrooms You Won't Teach me to Behave,
Mushrooms O Mushrooms You Won't Teach me to Behave,
Not Mushrooms or Time's Loom or Rednecks on Algae Bloom,
O Mushrooms O Mushrooms You Won't Teach me to Behave.
Mushrooms O Mushrooms Keep your Spores Out of My Dreams,
Mushrooms O Mushrooms Keep your Spores Out of My Dreams,
For if I had a Time Machine I'd Erase You and Goddamn Aubergines,
O Mushrooms O Mushrooms Keep your Spores Out of My Dreams.
Mushrooms O Mushrooms All Thrive Under Royal Seats,
Mushrooms O Mushrooms All Thrive Under Royal Seats,
For They Dry with Linen Sheets Yet Fungus Grows Between their Feet,
O Mushrooms O Mushrooms All Thrive Under Royal Seats.
Mushrooms O Mushrooms Won't you Take me to my Dreams?
Mushrooms O Mushrooms Won't you Take me to my Dreams?
Mushrooms, Not Mushrooms...... No Not Mushrooms,
Mushrooms O Mushrooms Won't you Take me to my Dreams?
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5. |
The Dimming Bulb
02:28
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THE DIMMING BULB: Shines Upon Iron Sentries Juddering Down Railways.
THE DIMMING BULB: Mastered Nuclear Fusion Between Many Idling Centuries.
On an Ugly Saturday, They had to Change the Battery,
They had to Change the Battery, On an Ugly Saturday.
THE DIMMING BULB: No Sudoku Puzzles could Reclaim the Failing Brain.
THE DIMMING BULB: Through the Cranial Fog, Well I can Hear the Blindman's Cane.
On an Ugly Saturday, They had to Change the Battery,
They had to Change the Battery, On an Ugly Saturday.
THE DIMMING BUUUUUUUUUUUL- Aye-Aye-Aye-Aye-Aye!
THE DIMMING BUUUUUUUUUUUL- Aye-Aye-Aye-Aye-Aye!
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