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Jelly
01:51
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These days don’t count for anything, there’s nothing left to work towards /
I might have been happy once but I can’t remember anymore /
I can’t go on, it won’t be long, I don’t know what I’m living for /
I look for explanations in the TV shows and films I watch /
to keep my mind occupied, so I don’t become myself too much /
I don’t fit in the real world, I’m starting to get out of touch //
If you’re worthwhile, you hide it awfully well / Maybe you should just /
If you're alright, you hide it awfully well / Maybe you should just KY //
I take for granted everything I have that’s worth holding on to /
I chuck it out and make out like it’s what I want to do /
But am I doing what I want or just what others don’t want me to do? /
I don’t know what I am or what I was or what I want to be /
All that I know I want I know is better off not having me /
I say this and I grimace when the mirror’s looking back at me //
If you believe in me, will you believe in me tomorrow? /
With both of us deceived, will you be leaving me tomorrow? /
It’s no surprise. Your eyes, once bright, have died and can’t disguise your lies any longer /
I hope you're not too far behind //
If you’re worthwhile, you hide it awfully well / Maybe you should just /
If you're alright, you hide it awfully well / Maybe you should just KY //
Every single day I wake up wishing I had not but this is nothing, I’m just thinking out loud //
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2. |
Losing It
01:13
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Thick and full, and beautiful, a gorgeous head of hair /
But just ten years later and there’s almost nothing there /
Style is now irrelevant, your enemy’s the cold /
Face it, son. Nowt can be done, it’s part of getting old //
It’s falling out much quicker, your forehead’s getting bigger /
And it just looks so much worse if you try to comb it down /
Now you can barely even look at yourself in the mirror /
Thank God you can’t see that crop circle forming on your crown //
You’re starting to realise, it’s way worse than you think /
You started brushing your teeth but wound up carpeting the sink /
It comes out with no effort now, your follicles are dying off //
You’re sporting a barren wasteland /
This isn’t a problem below the wasteband /
Bic the carpet to match the curtains /
The battle is over, you can’t win, you’re just going bald //
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3. |
Bye
00:33
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I'm the Scatman
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
(I'm the Scatman)
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you
As a matter of fact, I don't let nothin' hold you back
If the Scatman can do it, so can you
Everybody's sayin' that the Scatman stutters
But doesn't ever stutter when he sings
But what you don't know I'm gonna tell you right now
That the stutter and the scat is the same thing to you
I'm the Scatman
Where's the Scatman?
I'm the Scatman
Why should we be pleasin' in the politician heathens
Who would try to change the seasons if they could?
The state of the condition insults my intuitions
And it only makes me crazy and a heart like wood
Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you
As a matter of fact, don't let nothin' hold you back
If the Scatman can do it, brother, so can you
I'm the Scatman
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you
As a matter of fact, I don't let nothin' hold you back
If the Scatman can do it, so can you
I hear you all ask 'bout the meaning of scat
Well, I'm the professor and all I can tell you is
While you're still sleepin', the saints are still weepin' 'cause
Things you call dead haven't had the chance to be born
I'm the Scatman
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Ski-bi dibby dib yo da dub dub
Yo da dub dub
Yeah, I'm the Scatman
Where's the Scatman?
I'm the Scatman, repeat after me
It's a scoobie oobie doobie, scoobie doobie melody
I'm the Scatman, sing along with me
It's a scoobie oobie doobie, scoobie doobie melody
Yeah, I'm the Scatman, I'm the Scatman
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
I'm the Scatman
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop bop bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda
Ba-da-ba-da-ba-be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
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4. |
Ojos Negros
04:49
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Black eyes stare down large lives, small now /
Sinking into nothing /
Long nails sink deep, pry out fixed teeth /
Spitting crimson bile //
Think big / Dream in colour kids /
You only get one time around /
Think small / That’s what you’re heading for /
These eyes were made to stare you down //
You’ve got no future, no /
You’ve got to learn to let it go /
You’ve got game but you’re sitting on the sidelines /
And we may never see the day /
That you run out of things to say /
You throw shade but you’re no more than an outline //
You can’t swim here, you can’t sing here /
You can’t stand near my front garden /
You can’t bleed here, you can’t eat here /
You can’t generate body heat here /
You can’t grow here, you can’t own here /
You don’t know fear, you can’t know /
Old world, sold world, cold world, no world /
You can’t stay but you can’t go (go home) /
Learn all your dreams, they’re in your screens /
They’re easy to achieve and they’ll make you whole //
It’s all in your head. You can’t defang us, you can’t stare us down.
You’re outdated, hated, defeated.
Your lies are repeated but repetition’s just funny, Mate /
You want us dead behind the eyes,
But we’re alive and we’ve found something else.
Something more that your threats, and your plays,
And your old cold ways, and we’re fucking out //
Just keep telling me how, you cannot stop me now /
This is all and fuck the rest, I’m far away from you /
Eyes black as an oil slick, but old age made them myopic /
We don’t meassure success the same way that you do //
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Dusty
01:49
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6. |
I Don't Want This
02:05
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I break, I mend / I twist, I bend /
I stretch, I contract / I flex, I relax /
I learn, I forget / I yearn, I reject /
I doubt, I believe / I give, I receive //
Another year. Don't waste your time /
There's nothing here for you to find //
And I don't want this //
I think, I choose / I win, I lose /
I see, I hear / I dream, I fear /
I touch, I feel / I clutch, I release /
I taste, I smell / I continue, I cease /
I waste //
Another year. Don't waste your time /
There's nothing here for you to find /
Another day. Don't lose your head /
The easy way is up ahead //
And I don't want this //
I don't, I do / I can't, I can /
I won't, I will / I'm not, I am //
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7. |
The FQB
01:59
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Start by kissing my ass
I'll start by rubbing your balls
We'll have a jammy time together
One and all
What will we do later on
When the butter runs out?
You'll probably scream and shout
Here comes the watermelon seed up my snoot snout
& that's your asshole, your snoot snout
I'll put it through your eye socket young man
I'm the first man you've had
Don't tell me about loving women
I don't want to know about it
This is our world, men, make sure of it
We'll do with each other what we want, so
Valvoline and Vaseline and all the things inbetween
Oh, don't scrub yourself up
I like you unclean
Here comes Jimmy Jam Joe
& there goes Sally Marie
These are the finest queen boys I've ever seen
I even prefer them to my regular brand of sheep
Sally Jim John and Jimmy Joe Blow
There they go
Who will finish first?
No one knows, no one knows
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Pies de Hierro
01:26
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Berekeley Square
03:35
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When two lovers meet in Mayfair So the legands tell
Songbirds sing and winter turns to spring
Every winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell
I know such enchantment can be
'cause it happened one evening to me
That certain night
The night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square
I may be right I may be wrong
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berkeley square
The moon that lingered over London town
Poor puzzled moon he wore a frown
How could he know we two were so in love
The whole damned world seemed upside down
The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And as we kissed and said goodnight
A nightingale sang in Berkeley square
How strange it was
How sweet and strange
There was never a dream to compare
To those hazy crazy nights we met
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square
Ah this heart of mine
Loud and fast
Like a merry-go-round in a fair
We would dance cheek to cheek
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square
The dawn came stealing up
All gold and blue
To interrupt our rendez-vous
I still remember how you smiled and said
Was that a dream or was it true?
Our homeward step was just as light
As the dancing feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away
A nightingale sang in Berkeley square
I know 'cause I was there
That night in Berkeley square.
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10. |
Hat
04:21
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He likes things just the way they are,
he hopes this doesn’t go too far, he’s comfortable /
He’s got his rights and he doesn’t want that to end,
he’s a champion of the struggle to his online friends, it’s magical /
He’s a nice guy but he never had much luck with the girls,
so he got used to his own company in his own little world,
it’s quite sad, but still /
He got himself a date on the Skyrim forum /
He’s pretty nervouse now he stands before her /
In his suit jacket and a new fedora, it’s beautiful //
And he pays for the tickets and the popcorn,
that she might hold his hand /
And he tells her how feminism will ruin the world,
but she doesn’t understand /
And he laughs when she tells him she’s religious,
and he tries to change her mind /
And his nervousness turns to confidence,
‘cause now he knows she’s not too bright /
And at the end of the night //
When he says, “Hey, we should do this again.” /
He can only stand bewildered
when she just laughs and says, “No thanks” /
‘Cause he was the perfect gentleman /
Held open all those doors, paid for it all /
Maybe she said she doesn’t like popcorn,
but if he’s paying, she can’t complain if she gets popcorn //
He tries so hard, but they never go home with him /
Doesn’t it break your heart, how he’s treated by these women /
‘Cause they talk all night, and he knows he’s interesting /
He suspects they might all just be lesbians, wasting his time //
And when he recounts the night to all his friends /
They can only reaffirm all of his suspicions /
‘Cause otherwise how could she resist him /
And his outpouring of chivalry, intelligence,
corrections of her flaws, money, insights and open doors? /
There’s no other explanation //
He tries so hard, but they never go home with him /
Doesn’t it break your heart, how he’s treated by these women /
‘Cause they talk all night, and he knows he’s interesting /
He suspects they might all just be lesbians, wasting his time //
A waste of time //
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Cream cheese bagels, circular bread /
Cream cheese bagels, I wish I were dead /
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12. |
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00:20
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Dr. Nowt Manchester, UK
Born at the dank floor of a ceaselessly deepening pit, Dr. Nowt, in his decreasing sanity, haphazardly hurls notes and words together, bellowing out the result upward through the void in the hope that it might reach the surface, even just to the lip of his abode where by chance, one might happen upon his cries and project outward his message of peace, kindness, hope and a distaste for humanity. ... more
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