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Minor Cowboy
02:58
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Not for me running 'cross fields
on a horse from dusk till dawn
in history I'll only be a footnote
Minor is my name Gaucho is my game
my epitaph a photograph nothing more
And yesterday well I learned to ride a horse
and it's a shame
I have to do my cowboy chores
there's always more
minor cowboy, it's such a bore
What I want, yeah I concede
A cowgirl, fulfil my needs
and then I see her in the street
lasso in hand
whipping up a storm on her horse
from dusk till dawn
And then she sees me in the street
her eyes meet mine
And yesterday
well I seemed to lose my horse
But it's OK you said I could borrow yours
Are you sure?
Minor cowgirl I love you more!
And today
Well we rode off on *our* horse
And I feel great
I no longer feel minor
Cos I'm yours Minor Cowgirl forever yours
Yes I'm yours, Minor Cowgirl forever yours
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Sunday Evening
03:54
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Sunday evening, is a very lonely time
to stay at home alone, drinking wine
oh I don't mind,
In the lamp light, I let out...
a heavy sigh, in the dark night
I break down, I break down and cry
Oh why do I?
On my own again tonight
And it's the same old situation that we've been through
and I've lost the inclination and so have you
Monday morning, is a very lonely time
to wake at home alone, in your bed
I've heard it said,
In the dawn light, I get up
and stretch my legs
In the half-light I prepare to face the week ahead
I've been misled,
On my own again instead
And it's the same old situation that we've been through
and I've lost the inclination and so have you
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On a Whim
02:31
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Left upside down in a cellar over town
Where all the cave dwellers go
Sinking ales, like we set sail on the morrow
And on a whim I went back to find you
Didn't know that you'd be there
Seemed so prim with looks that could blind you
But with a tatt of fab four hair
Exploding fruit, Beatle boots and doing things with you
And I could not believe my mind
Did I make you up? Or mess you up, I can't decide
And on a whim I went back to write you
Didn't know that you'd reply
Don't doubt that this whim has inspired you
But this whim has changed my life
More ales in jail, this fling is set to fail
It's bad as metaphors go
Wandering free, you don't need me
And I don't need you, I'm fine without you
(You think you are but in fact you're not
It's really got to stop)
And on a whim I went back to find you
Even though you didn't care
Cos of him no need to remind you
That my whim can go nowhere
Cos of him no need to remind you
That my whim can go nowhere
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Wet Towel
01:54
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Wet towel wet towel wet towel in the bag
Wet towel wet towel don't know how to pack
and it's kind of a metaphor for where we done gone wrong
and it was the inspiration for this derivative song
and I didn't realise that your feelings were so strong
and now my pants are wet and my socks are starting to pong
Wet towel wet towel wet towel in the bag
Wet towel, I'm down and I got jet lag
and when you think about it, it went on far too long
and we didn't stop to dry it and now it's all gone wrong
and I didn't realise that your feelings were so strong
and now my pants are wet and my socks are starting to pong
Wet towel wet towel wet towel in the bag
Wet towel, your frown is starting to drag
and I couldn't be the person you needed me to be
and I couldn't write a song without going a bit country
and I didn't mean to hurt you I did it thoughtlessly
and now my I'm on my own and my socks are all soggy
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With a Bang
03:06
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Yesterday we went to a wedding in a place called Melbourne town
But we weren't invited to the after wedding meal so we had to kill a little time
So we put on some music and had a little boogie yeah we sang and we danced around
Then we called room service, who got a little nervous cos we started to drink wine
We sang ... and we danced ... and we drank (oh how we drank!)
and we made the party go with a bang
We asked the DJ to play some songs that would the party swing
then we got on the dancefloor cos this is what we came for a boogie and a little drink
we danced with the bride and woe betide anyone who wouldn't join in
and everybody said it was the most fun they'd had since Christmas or something
We sang ... and we danced ... and we drank (oh how we drank!)
And everybody noted
our behaviour clearly showed
we had fun and we 'knowed' it
as you might well have hoped it
and we made the party go with a bang
But we weren't invited to any more weddings...
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Enceladus
04:25
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Enceladus, visit beautiful Southern Enceledus
More than 100 breathtaking geysers
The home of cold faithful
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The discovery of Enceladus’ icy jets
and their role in creating Saturn’s E-ring
is one of the top findings
of the Cassini mission to Saturn.
Further Cassini mission discoveries
revealed strong evidence
of a global ocean
and the first signs of potential hydrothermal
activity beyond Earth
making this tiny
Saturnian moon
one of the leading locations in the search
for possible life beyond Earth
Beautiful Iris, visit beautiful southern Tenerife
More than 100 breathtaking beaches
the home of El Teide
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More than 100 types of ceviche
and choclo increible
booking tours now
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Ambas Gambas
02:57
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Ambas gambas lo pasan muy bien
No les importa lo que los demás dicen
Viajan solas por océanos del mundo
explorando un espacio profundo
las viste cuando nadabas?
a ambas gambas bailando solas
las viste cuando te ibas?
a ambas gambas fumando algas
Las dos gambas lo pasan muy bien
No les importa lo que los demás hacen
viajan solas por su propio mundo
ambas gambas se divierten sin rumbo
las viste cuando pescabas
a ambas gambas bebiendo cubatas
las viste cuando te ibas
a ambas gambas en plena parranda
bajan contentas por el mar del norte
pasan escoceses haciendo deporte
se ríen cruzando el Canal de La Mancha,
lo pasan muy bien yendo a sus anchas
las viste cuando nadabas?
a ambas gambas bailando solas
las viste cuando te ibas?
a ambas gambas fumando algas
Los mariscos en su gremio
Votaron dar a las gambas el premio
y aunque no querían rechazarlo
no fueron capaces ni de aceptarlo
las viste cuando nadabas?
a ambas gambas bailando solas
las viste cuando te ibas?
a ambas gambas fumando algas
y mientras oscurecía
ambas gambas enloquecían
y la historia terminaría
con ellas listas para otro día
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The world is coming to an end
But how do you feel about the royal baby?
Hope you booked your one way ticket to Atlantis
And have you brought your waterproof panties?
Have you learned to breath more carbon?
And how do you feel about the presidential pardon?
Have you evolved to digest plastic?
And don't you think the royal heir is fantastic?
The future is murky
We're restless and listless
Cos we don't know and we can't see
It's like turkeys voting for Christmas
Then planning new year's eve
The world is coming to an end
But how do you feel about the royal baby?
Equality is just an illusion
But how do you feel about a Customs Union?
Shall we do the 'out or in' or 'in or out' again?
And how do you feel about having foreign friends?
Can you drink your gin and tonic without a straw?
Cos we haven't got turtles any more
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10. |
Picking Colours
03:09
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Thought I'd be good at picking colours but in fact, it's quite hard
Now I got my own place can express my tastes, set myself apart
But I'm so sick of looking at the Dulux chart
Thought I'd have lots of cool furniture but in fact, I have not
Bought from antique shops with vintage oak tops, but I've got cast offs
And I'm so sick of looking at Ikea catalogues
But there's magic in the miscellaneous
and my odds and sods
A house isn't planned it evolves just like... one of us
Thought I'd live in a boho pad but in fact I do not
A tiny terrace brings its own limitations just ask Engels or Karl Marx
And I'm so sick of thinkin' about where the car parks
Wanna use creative colours not my mother
but most are quite dark
looking chic and unique in the brochure quite a feat, outside the shop
I repeat I'm sick of the colour chart
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Up The Wall
04:14
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There's a glacier in my bathroom there's a glacier in my heart
There's an asshole in my kitchen and there's an arsehole by the hearth
There's so much that needs fixing, I don't know where to start
Got some time for self reflecting, but I hear it is an art
Maybe it's me, maybe it's meeeeeee
There's a dickhead in the mirror, there's a DJ in the hall
There's a doofus cooking dinner and there's a ding-dong trying to call
Maybe it's me, maybe it's meeeeeee
There's cracks on the ceiling, there's cracks up the wall
Maybe it's a cracked metaphor
There's cracks on the ceiling, there's cracks up the wall
Maybe it's a cracked metaphor
There's a price for hurting people and no love that conquers all
There's a tax for talking toilet and it's a big pain in my balls
Maybe it's me, maybe it's meeeeeee
The paint's started peeling, it's bursting through the walls
Maybe they were right to bust my balls
There's cracks on the ceiling and I'm up the wall
Maybe it's a crap metaphor
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Glue in Nature
06:05
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Well did you know about some bugs lives?
They're the glue in nature and we need them if we want to survive
Well did you know, there are some fruit flies,
Who can be beheaded and go on to live quite fruitful lives?
There are some folks, who don't realise
It's a metaphor for their world... in these pre-utopian times
They're the glue in nature, I read it in the paper
When times are hard and food is scarce
There's a little carpet critter who can revert to childhood if it dares
Doesn't need a cream or Pan Ten Pro-V, to revitalise
He's a tiny time traveller and a can turn the clock back to younger times
Some butterflies have ears in their mouths
They can hear what they're eating
And then during dessert they can taste sound
They're the glue in nature, and they don't really hate yer
There is a bug who mates for ten days
If you didn't have to work you could spend the next fortnight getting laid
Don't need no sting, that's the thing, like his mate the butterfly
Who's got an eye on his Johnson and can find the sweet spot with one try
Well there's an a-(hey) hey-hey (hey) hey-hey-phid [aphid],
She's a celibate single mum but her bun in the oven's got a kid
She's the glue in nature, so she says screw the haters
Two hundred million bugs each, if we share 'em out
Sounds a lot but their gang has decreased, nowt to shout about
The whole fabric unravels, and we're up a creek
Cos these extraordinary insects, we really need
They're the glue in nature, so we say screw the haters
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I don't wanna put a downer on your swim
And I know you like to keep your body trim
But I don't think that I'm spoiling anything by reminding you of good behaviour
It's good that people aren't the same
And it's good that people like to train and I don't like to complain but...
You shouldn't do butterfly in the slow lane
If you think you're good enough to try
A hard stroke like the butterfly
You need to get your sorry Speedo ass inside the medium or the fast one
And I know that people aren't the same
and I know that people like to train
and I don't like to complain, but you shouldn't do butterfly in the slow lane
It's right that people aren't the same
and it's right that people like to train
and I don't like to complain, but you shouldn't do butterfly in the slow lane
Maybe you don't mean us any harm, but we don't need the splashing from your arms
We don't need a mini tidal wave
and have you heard about the new craze?
Best encapsulated by the phrase: breaststroke is the best one
It's true that people aren't the same
and it's true that people like to train
But I got this one thing on my brain...
You shouldn't do butterfly in the slow lane
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