1. |
High Noon (CD mix)
03:34
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Son
Son of God
Record in the charts
A human cannonball
Born
Of virgin blood
Your mama paid the price
Her back against the wall
And so they shot her into space
Said "stick this flag into the moon"
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
High noon - has death affected you your appetite?
Son of Dracula
I've seen the script
I know the make-up man
There's rats and bats and stuff
Inside the crypt
Inside the clean up van
And with a stake right through the heart
To burst a bright red blood balloon
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
High noon - has death affected you your appetite?
Don't pretend you don't know what I'm on about
I tell you it's the end so pull your finger out
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
Son
Son of mom
Record in the charts
A human cannonball
Love - There's only love
Your mama paid the price
Her back against the wall
And as they spat into her face
As though she were a brass spittoon
The tears that fell were full of grace
And Mary sang this very tune
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
High noon - has death affected you your appetite?
High Noon - each day is longer than the one before
High noon - cockroaches dancing on the kitchen floor
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2. |
Flying Spider
03:24
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She summons up the Flying Spider
I fly right down and sit beside her
I only wanna please delight her
I never would or wanna bite her
She says define infatuation
The ship that sunk a thousand nations
And what about ejaculation?
I said I'm just the Flying Spider
You built your web now you must sleep in it
You stole my soul, you sticky creep, innit…
There is no God, there's only Jesus
The 8-eyed spy who always sees us
Like Through a Glass but not so darkly
I'm not so bright as much as sparkly
There is no rhyme there's only reason
A Christmas card for every season
And I am just the flying spider
Avoiding ways to say I want you
You built the world in seven days they say
And ever since you've been on holiday
She summons up the Flying Spider
I play for her my synthesizer
I only wanna please delight her
A universe of sound inside her
And I am just the Flying Spider
I am just the Flying Spider
Hi, I'm just the Flying Spider
I'll always be the Flying Spider
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Don't kiss me or I'll scream
You'll smear my Maybeline
Nice hat, nice wig I mean
Straight from a magazine
When the sun pops up
When the plumber comes
When the tingly doorbell rings
Milk churn in the morning
I love I love I love a cup a cup a cuppa tea
Milk churn in the morning
I like I like I like the way the way you're working me
Don't tell me or I'll know
My feeble mind might blow
I'm evil, can't you see?
They're coming after me
When the dawn light breaks
And the robin crows
And the gilded rooster sings
Milk churn in the morning etc
Slow burn in the evening
18th day of May
Blurred eye is revealing
The hand that got away
Don't kiss me or I'll scream
You'll smear my Maybeline
Nice hat, nice wig I mean
Straight from the magazine
When the dawn light breaks
And the robin crows
And the gilded rooster sings
When the sun pops up
When the plumber comes
When the tingly doorbell rings
Milk churn in the morning
I love I love I love a cup a cup a cuppa tea
Milk churn in the morning
I like I like I like the way the way you're working me
I like I like I like the way the way you're making me work
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4. |
City By The Sea
02:48
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They built this city by the sea
It's sinking and that worries me
You said you could not ferry me
The boat is full, no room, you see
Hallelujah, lucky you
Have you found yourself another new?
Are the rumors swirling true?
Had enough of me?
They're burning witches on the lawn
It makes one sad selectively
One cries but not for everyone
One's eyes are burning just for me
Are the rumors swirling true?
Have you found yourself another new?
Hallelujah, lucky you
Had enough of me?
Hallelujah, lucky you
Have you found yourself another new?
Are the rumors swirling true?
Had enough of me?
Had enough of me?
Had enough of me
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5. |
Sit Your Leggy Down
01:51
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Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
Everyone's your enemy
Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
But I am not your enemy so sit your leggy down
Oh Martha, yum yum yum yum yum yum yum
Oh Martha sucking on your thumb yum yum
Oh Martha, yum yum yum yum yum yum yum
Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
Everyone's your enemy
Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
But I am not your enemy so sit your leggy down
Oh Martha, yum yum yum yum yum yum yum
Oh Martha sucking on your thumb yum yum
Oh Martha, yum yum yum yum yum yum yum
Eyes are good for gazing into as well as seeing stars and planets
The light from Heaven that shines on paper
And burns such pale skin as yours
Is mine
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6. |
Broken In Two
05:04
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Broken in two
Broken in two
A line divides the purple red from blue
Broken into
Like me and you
Elijah and the serpent can't undo
But Salome in her way brings a healing to your soul
Look without, look within
Everywhere you see you're whole
In the darkness, the light that never dies
Broken in two
Broken in two
A line divides the purple red from blue
Broken in two
Like me and you
A God of judgement teases false from true
But you and I, we know why
When our hearts are open wide
There's no Will in the way
There's no need that we decide
Come to a conclusion
Truth can never be…
Broken in two
Broken in two
A line divides the purple red from blue
Broken in two
Like me and you
A God of judgement teases false from true
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7. |
Black Lemon Sauce
03:59
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It leaves no stain, no need to floss
Your teeth will love Black Lemon Sauce
Your tongue will taste no flavor lost
Your mouth says "Yes!"
Black Lemon Sauce
From the inner ear of distant, dusty space
The echo of a golden gong
When struck it rings the bells inside your face
And the word was good - sing along
Bong
It falls like rain upon the moss
Oh clonal joy, Black Lemon Sauce
In science-speak, it comes across as full of spores
Black Lemon Sauce
From the "you are here" that marks this very spot
An X appears, it's signal strong
No matter where you go, the tracking's always hot
It follows you, it's never wrong
Bong
Gorlitzer kingpin - 10 please of marijuana
From the inner ear of distant, dusty space
The echo of a golden gong
Bong
Gorlitzer kingpin -10 please of marijuana
It leaves no stain, no need to floss
Your teeth will love Black Lemon Sauce
Your tongue will taste no flavor lost
Your mouth says "Yes!"
Black Lemon Sauce
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8. |
Heavy Psychedelic Toilet
03:37
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I got lost in the light of the world in a heavy psychedelic toilet
I dove so deep for a single pearl in a heavy psychedelic toilet
The face of God is a three-eyed girl in a heavy psychedelic toilet
She pulls me down as the water swirls in a heavy psychedelic toilet
Beam me up please Mr. Scotty
Wanna go home...
Once I sailed in a boat on the sea in a heavy psychedelic toilet
An egret stole all my fish from me in a heavy psychedelic toilet
I love the way when he flies he's free in a heavy psychedelic toilet
Between right now and eternity in a heavy psychedelic toilet
I can count one-hundred-billion
Fingers on my toes
I'm dreaming of a black and white Xmas
Time slowly slows
I got lost in the light of the world in a heavy psychedelic toilet
I dove so deep for a single pearl in a heavy psychedelic toilet
The face of God is a three-eyed girl in a heavy psychedelic toilet
She pulls me down as the water swirls in a heavy psychedelic toilet
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9. |
Euphemism & Innuendo
03:00
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Say what you mean - euphemism
Mean what you say - innuendo
Say it's a game - euphemism
Playing for pain - innuendo
Down on the farm - euphemism
Cause for alarm - innuendo
Softest of sins - euphemism
Now it begins - innuendo
Round and round and round and round forever
Child of the mind - euphemism
Wild mountain thyme - innuendo
What I'd give to take of you another picture
Another and another till you fill my window
The holiness of sound is found inside your bed
The holiest of sounds is found inside of you
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10. |
The Wait Of You
03:15
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Can't bear the wait of you
Can't bear the wait of you
My back is not that strong and this clock is too long
Can't bear the wait of you
Can't bear the wait of you
I found my ancient thrill up on Silbury Hill
I found the Here and Now in a field of cows
And when I count two three place a feather on me
And when the cows come home
All will be Something
Under the wait of you
Can't bear the wait of you
Can't bear the wait of you
Can't bear the wait of you
Temple of living stone where the flesh meets the bone
This is the factory where they made you and me
And when the story's told, we was young we was old
How did we get so far? We was led by the stars
There is no time to lose
Fate insists that we choose
The coin is in the air
But it ain't hanging there
Under the weight of you
Under the weight of you
Under the weight of you
Can't bear the wait of you
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11. |
Swindon
02:40
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Rain coming down in baskets
Vampires asleep in caskets
I've got the secret word in my head
Lamaprozole each morning
Tea stains that spell no warning
Lips locked in pleasure say thy name
Swindon
I'd like to reach inside you
Spin 'round your roads and ride you
Lift up your skirt, you're beautiful
Your Billie Piper needs you
Ask Jasper Fford to read you
Diana Dors where are you now?
Swindon
I'd like to reach inside you
Spin 'round your roads and ride you
Lift up your skirt, you're beautiful
Swindon
Gimme back the bread I lent ya
The juice of orange is sweet, Valencia
That wasn't what I meant I am I said
Swindon
Rain coming down in baskets
Vampires asleep in caskets
I've got the secret word in my head
Swindon
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12. |
Blue Lamp Rider
03:16
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(sing low and slowly, sing Oh and slay me)
Stomping like a boot beast
Marching through the meadow
Turning rabbits into stone with the screech of your falsetto
Blue lamp rider
Red square brighter
Wrack an addled brain back to Folsom and Carmichael
Riding 30 songs a night on a tiny unicycle
Tip jar, Ode to Joy, take it from the Soft Boys
Blue lamp rider
Blue lamp rider
Quiet in the classroom studying Milazzo
Elton at the chalkboard, pimping the piano
Blue lamp rider
Blue lamp rider
(sing low and slowly, sing Oh and slay me)
Blue lamp rider
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13. |
Hop Skip A Jump
03:59
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Hop skip a jump and I'm home to my Sally
Hop skip a jump and I'm free
Hop skip a jump and I'm home to my home by the sea
Hop skip a jump see the clouds in the valley
Hop skip a jump cuppa tea
Hop skip a jump and I'm haunted by people like me
I'll live on a farm if I have to
I'll use both my arms and my legs, too
I'll live there with you
Hospital jump and I'm home to my Sally
Hospital jump and I'm free
Hospital jump and I'm home to my home by the sea
Hospital jump see the clouds in the valley
Hospital jump cuppa tea
Hospital jump and I'm haunted by people I see
We'll see 'bout tomorrow when it gets here
We'll see 'bout today when it gets here
We'll see 'bout tomorrow
Hop skip a jump and I'm home to my Sally
Hop skip a jump and I'm free
Hop skip a jump and I'm home to my home by the sea
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14. |
HPT Reprise
00:50
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Anton Barbeau Berlin, Germany
Anton Barbeau plays "pre-apocalyptic psychedelic pop." He's a Taurus, born in Sacramento and now living by a canal in
Berlin. He's made something like 30 albums and has worked with members of XTC, The Soft Boys, the Bevis Frond, Cake, the Loud Family, Elf Power and
the Corner Laughers. Julian Cope got him stoned in Croydon once. His new album, Manbird, ain't bad at all.
... more
Anton Barbeau recommends:
Poppy Seeds
by The Corner Laughers
This is a band that began in brilliance and only gets brighter, deeper and darker with every passing thought. Lovely, inspired and inspiring, perfectly performed and produced.
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This is the album for which the term "inventive" was invented. I was hooked from the first spin. The writing/arranging/performance/production is impeccable and charming as hell.
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STAND TALL SON
by The Point Of R.e.a.l.ization.
It's tripped-out, hypnotic, mysterious and sometimes soft. It's a great record simply because it is.
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Shufflemania!
by Robyn Hitchcock
supported by 9 fans who also own “Magic Act”
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by Emma Swift
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Gonzo. Passion. The Ming Vase. Haunting and beautiful. Every listen brings a new favorite. Do something like this again, Miss Emma. Please let the answer be yes. Please let the answer be yes!
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