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Mummery
04:32
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It is time for me – before I get old
To scrutinize my smile
It is time for me
It is time before I wither on the vine
Some folks live with a sickening smile
Fixed upon their face
Yet I know safe havens
Where shams are not the only way...
... To succeed in our life
Well have I succeeded in my own?
It is time for me – before I get old
To scrutinize my smile
Mummery
Throughout
Mummery
Mummery
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The Passers By
05:22
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We cross our lives until we get into trouble
We pass our time until we get bored
We wanna have the same fate as Cindirella
We wanna ride a super supernova
We are the passers-by
We are the sons and the daughters
Of a peculiar stray that is not so clever
We are the passers-by
Runnin’ around with a title role
That is lost forever
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Television Shows
03:42
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Everyday politicians come your way
Television shows them all – grave opinion polls
Everyday exhibitionists come your way
Television shows them all – copulation yowls
Everyday victims and judges come your way
Television shows them all – population howls
Everyday figureheads come your way
You see them all on television shows
You may feel shaken up now
Or like you’re taken to the Light
You may feel safe in right now
But you have shifted from the Good to the Bad
Unless you could open your eyes
Unless you could come away now
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Wintertime
05:27
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Night-time
Still in the fevered swirl of the night
Downtime
I need a mother girl tonight
I was a night bird
But need a mother girl tonight
A night bird
Who needs a mother girl tonight
Night-time
Still in the fevered swirl of the night
Downtime
I need a mother girl tonight
I was a raw coal rover in the raw
But need a mother girl tonight
A raw coal rover in the raw
Who needs a mother girl tonight
Sign of the morrow
Out of wintertime comes a furrow
I lay bare and fallow
Now a wintertime line comes on my brow
Wintertime blows on the outside
Wintertime flows out of my mind
Wintertime glows round a rainbow
Wintertime goes to an end I know
Time to hurry
Cause my wintertime comes to bury
My mind lost and weary
Yes my wintertime comes in a hurry
Wintertime blows on the outside
Wintertime flows out of my mind
Wintertime glows round a rainbow
Wintertime goes to an end I know
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Pop Girl
03:43
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I hadn’t seen that girl in a long time
A pop girl I met in the moonshine
A new world
I thought she was a new world
She’s got a heart of stone
(She leaves me) hanging on the telephone
Got a few songs in her veins
But she wasn’t that vain
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Hello
05:21
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Hello, hello, hello
Can you see that stitch?
Come on and feel, come on and feel
Won’t you lick my wounds?
Hello, hello, hello
Do you need a close-up?
Come on and feel, come on and feel
Won’t you lick my wounds?
Whatever you say, we both are spare parts
Whatever you do, we both are spare parts
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(Summer Aeon)
00:35
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Days
05:09
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Switch off the alarm
Switch on the light
Take a breath
Have a shave
Have got to recover from my night
Slip a shirt on
Crawl into the kitchen
Take a juice
Slam the door
Haven’t yet recovered from my night
Days make a lifetime
Tomorrow’ll be a brighter day
In a way it should be my heyday
It’s evident I’m worth it – pretty much
In a way it could be my heyday
Or could it be a fair day – nothing much
Win the day, win the day, win the day, win the day
Could happen any day now – or never?
Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway
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Jean Luc
03:49
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Jean Luc has come to a dead end
All good things come to an end
Live and die young
Live life in the fast lane
He is a mere shadow of his former self
5.91 feet tall with a mind of 10 years old
You’ve had your fill
You’ve paid the bill
Now hear the still – Can you?
Don’t do it again!
Jean Luc has come to a dead end
All good things come to an end
Evil or angel
Clear-sighted or insane
He’s in a no man’s land
But Jean Luc knows he can’t refrain
From drifting away to primal sensations
You’ve had your fill
Now hear the still
Focus on your life
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Post Coitum
04:34
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He talks, she smiles, he mocks, she lies
Just another filled in day
There was a time where love was blind
May it not have died away
He talks, she smiles, he mocks, she lies
Just another wasted day
There was a time where love was blind
In their recent older days
Is love doomed to self-surrender?
Yet think of their smile
And think of their style
When they planned to marry forever
After love forever
Why do troubles seem to come together?
Yet think of their smile
And think of their style
When they “so belonged together”
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