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Barbed Wire
04:09
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Hey listen, the government is looking for volunteers
They need some people for a very unusual job
Remember the young days that we could wonder about
Before fence placed everywhere around
refrain
We’ll cut the barbed wire, in the fields, the village, and in town
We’ll cut the barbed wire, and then we’ll kick all the fences down down
Bring them to the foundry
We won’t need them anymore
Hey listen, the prime minister is on the radio
Dear people, let’s stop building a jail
Last summer, I realized that we don’t need any
fences at all
So let’s get rid of them, and become hale
Refrain + Solo
Hey listen, the prime minister is on the radio
Dear volunteers, do you need assistance?
The entire parliament is getting
more and more excited
We are all looking forward to wander without hindrance
Refrain …..we won’t need them anymore
No more no more no more
no more no more
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2. |
Lost in Space
03:28
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Our days are never counted
Everything seems liquefied
In the distance
I hear the angels singing
We are weightless
and as hollow as a bamboo
Our peace was shattered
shattered by a pebble
So very lonely lost in space
Far far away from mother earth
We just met Brian and Keith
We leave the galaxy
with the speed of light
We are passing
the point of no return
We are weightless
and as hollow as a bamboo
In the distance
I hear the angels calling
So very lonely lost in space
Far far away from mother earth
We just met Brian and Keith
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3. |
Beachcomber
03:41
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He lives in a shed made of driftwood
Hidden in the dunes he lives by the breeze
He’s washed ashore, he has free energy
He’s not listed anywhere, and lives tax free
At low tide he strolls along the beach
His face is weathered by the briny sea breeze
The moon is his spotlight, the sky his second skin
During the summer, I’m staying with him
The moon is his spotlight, The sky his second skin
During this summer I’m staying with hi
His name is Fisher, the beachcomber of the north
My parents are not pleased, he’s at least
twenty years my senior
When the tide is in, we take a dip in the surf
We stroll along the beach, and live tax free
I met him in town at a family party
He just sat there alone between my relatives
Invited by none, a mystery guest
He pulled in, and had me on the hook
The moon is his spotlight, The sky his second skin
During this summer I’m staying with him
His name is Fisher, the beachcomber of the north
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4. |
The Richest Man on Earth
04:56
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It’s cold this morning, only two more weeks
It’s cold this morning, only two more weeks
Then spring begins
Then spring begins
A flock of seabirds flying up
Someone is coming on his well-prepared bike
Someone is coming on his well-prepared bike
A while he stands still, a while without any practical use
A while he stands still, a while without any practical use
Just with his face in the wind
Just with his face in the wind
And then for a moment, he’s the richest man on earth
And then for a moment, he’s the richest man on earth
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5. |
Valentine 1916
03:25
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I wish that I could be with you
On this special day of love
Instead of being here in this
Hell hole which Belgium has become
Chorus I want ride with, ride away with you
Make love with, love, love, love with you
Friend John shot himself in the foot
Just to get away from the trenches
I am scared my darling Emily
Men are dying all around me
Chorus I want ride with, ride away with you
Make love with, love, love, love with you
I would like to have you just once
For the satisfaction of my natural desires
I just can’t live like this anymore
I can’t stand it, and I don’t want to betray you
Chorus I want ride with, ride away with you
Make love with, love, love, love with you
I want ride with, ride away with you
Make love with, love, love, love with you
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6. |
Café the Monkey
03:40
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I’m stuck on the Queen of Amsterdam
She’s going to sail around Cape Horn
Straight away troubles with skipper John
According to him we’re a bunch of jerks
Refr. They shanghaied me in The Monkey 2x
In The Monkey, café The Monkey
In The Monkey, café The Monkey
Last night I had a dream
I was food for the great white shark
Caught in the act at the stern
With the skipper’s wife and a good glass of wine
Refr. They shanghaied me in The Monkey 8x
In The Monkey, In The Monkey
café The Monkey, café The Monkey
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7. |
With Kind Regards
04:46
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Woke up late this morning, woke up, wide awake
Woke up with the sound of music, and no news for today
Yesterday the milkman came, and according to him
It’s a little bit sinister around here, so now I’ll stop up all the cracks
I know that everything is going to be all right,
Soon with you by my side
With kind regards from our dream castle
With kind regards, I see you soon
With kind regards, from our dream castle
I see you soon
So I went to the attic, where I nearly broke my neck
Stumbling over a body, apparently a sleeping vagabond
I didn’t have the nerve to wake him, so I went down stairs
But I can tell you, it’s a bit shady up there
I know that everything is going to be all right!
Soon with you by my side
Oh! I nearly forgot to say, I scratched my leg
After passing the kitchen door, I fell through the wooden floor
With a spinning head, and very confused
I was walking in circles, shaking in my shoes
But now I’m o.k. and I know that everything is going to be all right!
Soon with you by my side
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8. |
Delay on Thirteen Tracks
03:54
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It’s five o’clock, chaos and trouble
In the station hall
It’s five o’clock, it’s rush hour
Work is done I want to go home
It’s ten minutes past eight
And I’m staring’ to the stones
It’s ten minutes past eight
And everybody’s calling home
It’s ten o’clock, no chance to depart
Still standing on platform four
It’s ten o’clock, what do we do
The speaker’s already gone home
Delay on each and every track
They say the wheels ain’t round
Power broke down and computers crashed
Delay on thirteen tracks
Delay on fourteen tracks
Delay on fifteen tracks
we won’t get home today
hey baby why don’t we stay
I have to make one more call
Then take a pizza from the wall
dancing dancing, dancing in the station hall
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9. |
The Bogeyman
05:17
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Cauliflower bobbing in the filthy water
At sunset a brown rat crossing the dirty water
Playing cowboy and Indian in the back garden
Be careful Marcel and Johnny, stay away from the water,
beware of the Bogeymen
The smell of a dead dog, floating by in a gunny sack
The wooden bridges and Pa standing in a small boat, a tar-brush in his hand
From the depth of the water air bubbled up
Look Johnny over there, isn’t that the breath of the Bogeyman
Daddy! Daddy!
We were very young, still pure, still in heaven, that summer of ’67
And we couldn’t swim, could only count up to eleven, the boy next door and I
And there were all these magic songs: “Procol Harum,
and that song of Petula Clark written by Charley Chaplin”
Sunny afternoon, our mini swimming pool
Sitting in a tub, standing in a bucket of water
One night the Bogeyman appears in a terrible nightmare
Big brown eyes, big mouth and thick brown hair
The blue, red and yellow curtains in Mam and Dad’s pub
The beer, tobacco smoke, voices of shouting farmers
It came after me, thundering and thumping
I ran downstairs shouting:” Mammy!”
We were very young, still pure, still in heaven, that summer of ’67
And we couldn’t swim, could only count up to eleven, the boy next door and I
And there were all these magic songs: “Penny Lane, Flowers in the rain, we love you, and the wind cries vary, how can we hang on to a dream
We never saw it, “the Bogeyman”
, and the breath that bubbled up, was only rotting cauliflower, on the bottom in the mud
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10. |
Pull Your Own Strings
03:02
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You sit on a fence, and look at the sky
You’ve listened to lies, your live is passing by
You cry all day long, they’ve treated me wrong
And long for the night, to give up the fight
Tell me why, tell me why, why
Nobody will help you to build up your life
So don’t wait to long, your time will be gone
So gather some courage to live your own life
Start using your wings and pull your own strings
You can fly, you will fly, high
Fly, over the mountains that prevented you from going high
Make your own choice and listen to own voice
You can wait for a change and good times to come
But you can be sure your life will be done
So get up and walk and grope in the dark
At least you can say, I went my own way
I’m alive, I’m alive, alive
Fly, over the mountains that prevented you from going high
Make your own choice and listen to own voice
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11. |
These Hands
03:59
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Slipping and sliding and clutching to a friend
Tickle your back with these warm-blooded hands
Wipe your tears when there’s sorrow or pain
Or raise up these hands, and make rise the flame
These hands, these hands, are my friends 2x
Cooking curly kale, pumping a tire
Tie up a shoelace, making a fire
Playing the piano, plucking the guitar
Beating on bongo’s, or soaking the harp
These hands, these hands, are my friends
These haaaaaaands
Look at these fingers, isn’t it a miracle
I can do anything with them, if I want to
A surreal painting, a serious letter
A roof that protect us against bad weather
These hands, these hands, are my friends
These haaaaaaands
With these hands I can feel your silky sweet hair,
And wave at you from the top of the stairs
With these hands, I open the window
I pull up the blanket, and turn my pillow
These hands, these hands, are my friends, These haaaaaaands
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12. |
Father and Son
03:28
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Hello father Seafarer, what an amazing party ship
I met some of your connections
It’s an interesting trip
Father Seafarer, have you got a moment
Mr. Property developer
Until now, we’ve just talk about making profit, and bit by bit it’s feeling colder around here
You are teaching me about conquering the market and things like that
But we never talk about the mystery of life and death
Or for all I care, the paradoxical nature of creation,
which interests me as well dad
Look at the modern blocks you built
It strikes me that
they all got exactly the same staircases
Isn’t that boring dad?
Well son, that’s very simple, it’s true
Standard staircases are cheaper, and can be delivered faster
This is called business son
Beauty is emotion son
Grow up son!
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13. |
Tuna
04:28
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Nobody knows exactly for whom Nobody knows exactly how
fishing net of nineteen nine thousand feet
Nobody knows exactly what for Nobody knows exactly why
I’ll guess it has something to do with greed
Oh! Lady, can you hear me? I’m Tuna, king of the deep blue sea
Lend me your voice, your arms and legs
So I can save myself, and maybe the silent majority
Oh! Lady, can you hear me? I’m Tuna, king of the deep blue sea
Lend me your voice, your arms and legs
So I can jump back into where I belong
Nobody knows exactly what
Nobody knows exactly how much
999999 thousand tinned fishes on board
Nobody knows exactly when
Nobody knows exactly what next
999999 thousand creatures in one catch
Oh! Lady, can you hear me? I’m Tuna, king of the deep blue sea
Lend me your voice, your arms and legs
So I can jump back into the deep blue sea
Oh! Lady, thanks on behalf of the whole school Oh! Fisherman, catch me if you can
I know I’m tasty, You’ve got a lovely daughter Today I’m not for sale
I’m Tuna, I’m Tuna, king of the deep blue sea
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14. |
Livin Wilderness
03:52
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Caroline, do you feel the ground
Do you hear that awful sound?
Today is the day, that the GCB’s are coming this way
Refr. Waa-aaa, oeh yeh, a swan song for a living wilderness
A last taste, and let’s get out of here
Everything grows illegal here
Ooh aaa-aaa, ooh yeh
The new development plan
Rigid offices, my concrete cage of steel and glass
And a factory for chewing gum
The sick building syndrome
Refrain
Mister and misses, please don’t walk a way
I’ll found blood sweat and tears on my way
You could help me a lot,
By pushing the heavy GCB out of the mud
Refrain
You could help me a lot,
By pushing the heavy GCB out of the mud
Refrain
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15. |
Still Alive
03:08
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Would you like to upgrade me now?
click me with your mouse
I guess I’m stuck with you,
no don’t show me this again
Please tell me the good news,
it’s maybe our last night
I don’t want to go on with your replica,
he’s always standing on one leg
Refr.
It’s June twenty third twenty-nine
It’s June twenty third and man is still alive,
He works on a mass production mega-barn
The last place to take a look
Black clouds bring white snow,
White snow brings black clouds
One hundred twenty-four Chihuahuas on the cat, catwalk
One hundred twenty-four Chihuahuas on the cat, catwalk
Refr. …… still alive
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