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I'm Going To Spain
I've sold my car, thrown in my job, I'm 34 years old. I think it's time I saw the world, and not Australia. I've sold my car thrown in my job I'm 34 years old.
I'm Bobby Pt 2
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery but that fraction small missing is sometimes the most important. We give you I am Bobby.. It's gotta be the same.
I'm A Mummy
I'm a Mummy. I scare people. Look what happens when I walk up to somebody. I'm a Mummy. I was born one thousand nine hundred and fifty nine years ago.
I'm Bobby Pt 1
MES: What I want to know is why don't real bands with real singers that don't go round explaining themselves. That's right go ahead, get ahead with your puerile slurred word rigmarole and put it out on the lids it's down congealed both the rest of your post nearly half realised birdlike thoughts clogging the solo seventies or new intellectual skinhead morass a shad mock whistle honestly professor competing with it observing scientifically brains are in that need maths to understand chords missing slide back to bottom of ravine while they catch up freezing outside contained thrash about. Thinks prescription wait a minute I need time my irritability you will pay for until you realise that it is you that are dumb. It's you keeping me in this bird cage screen. You don't work out go away stage cage move..
I Come And Stand At Your Door
I come and stand at every door. But no-one hears my silent plea. I knock and yet remain unseen. For I am dead for I am dead. I need no fruit nor even rice.
I Feel Voxish
A pillbox crisp. . Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer. . A pillbox crisp, that French git. The spikes he left in the bathroom. And I never heard from him again.
I Am Damo Suzuki
Generous, valeric, Jehovah's Witness. Stands in Cologne Marktplatz. Drums come in. When the drums come in fast. Drums to shock, into brass evil. . What have you got in that paper bag?.
Hurricane Edward
(taped narrative):. Awake at 5am. Mr Hughes was right in retrospect. He knew the climate. I was a farm hand in Ross County. Then he came. The Hurricane.
Hotel Bloedel
And it's painless. Sitting in subterranea. Ancient reference. To Mesopotamia. And it's quiet again. Hidden fragments, surface now. Repetitious history.
How I Wrote "elastic Man"
I'm eternally grateful. To my past influences. But they will not free me. I am not diseased. All the people ask me. How I wrote "Elastic Man". . Life should be full of strangeness.
Hot Cake
Ah ah ah oooh. Hot came the wind. Hot came the wind. It was watery. It was Chino, like last song. Rolled oats. A man, a nasty slice of innocent. Step alligator.
Hot Runes
Hot June, summer afternoon. Hot June, summer afternoon. . Alan Brazil and Hatton on about 'discipline for all'. Involved in hyper-bowl about the track checklist..
Hot Aftershave Bop
Hot aftershave bop. Canisters from orange box. Bop aftershave shock. Courtesy orange box. Hey diggy diggety dog. Hot aftershave bop. Furniture defrost.
Hit The North- V7
Hit the North. My Cat says eeeee-ack. Hit the North. 95% of hayseeds are corn-pones, guaranteed. Computers infest the hotels. Cops can't catch criminals.
Hostile
Nobody ever gave him a good turn. What do you expect? He was always let. down. They never wanted to let his action down. But also they wanted it. sublime [capitalism] and [equarty] equally. He was always in the middle.
Hit The North, V6
Hit the North. My Cat says eeeee-ack. Hit the North. 95% of hayseeds are corn-pones, guaranteed. Computers infest the hotels. Cops can't catch criminals.
Hit The North, V4, 5
My cat says ack. Hit the North, will ya Hit the North. . Would you credit it, town and county names exist like Bradford. Just sav.... Computers infest the hotels.
Hit The North, V2
Hit the North. My Cat says eeeee-ack. Hit the North. 95% of hayseeds are corn-pones, guaranteed. Computers infest the hotels. Cops can't catch criminals.
Hit The North, V3
Hit the North. My Cat says eeeee-ack. Hit the North. 95% of hayseeds are corn-pones, guaranteed. Computers infest the hotels. Cops can't catch criminals.
Hit The North, V1
Hit the North. My Cat says eeeee-ack. Hit the North. 95% of hayseeds are corn-pones, guaranteed. Computers infest the hotels. Cops can't catch criminals.
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