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Cab It Up
Cabbing it uptown. You're moving it uptown. You taxi it uptown uptown. . And you're moving it southwest. You're cabbing it uptown. You're moving up sideways sideways.
C'n'c-s Mithering
Three days. Three months. Three days. Three months. A treatise. A treatise. To explain these. First was cash 'n' carry house dance. In Lancashire they're A.
C.r.e.e.p.
He reads books; of the list book club. And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch. It's that same slouch - you had the last time he came around.
C'n'c
Three months. Three days. Three months. Cliches. Cliches. A. treatise. Yes, it's them again. For about the fifth f. time, in. this god forsaken town. First was Cash N Carry house dance. In.
C'n'c - Peel Session
He reads books; of the list book club. And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch. It's that same slouch - you had the last time he came around.
Bury
Again we took a step back. And I can't stand it anymore. A waste of time that's all it was. We should have realized it. The same old story written new.
Butterflies 4 Brains
Got a reason to live, got a reason. For brains, butterflies for brains. . That's it. Whizz bang butterflies for brains. She's got. Whizz bang butterflies for brains.
British People In Hot Weather
Fill green envelopes and send them to ya. On train ride, read Marx tracts. Play walkmans loud behind ya. Demonstrate on Oxford Street. About what the Hell they couldn't tell ya.
Bug Day
First off. you've got ze answer. . [Misereen] all its skin. . Bug day. Bug day. . Midges - midges hovered over the heather. 3 moths shivered. Green moths shivered.
Bremen Nacht
Something happened in Bremen, I know. Something I don't want to. Something under the ceiling muttered. Something in its steel shutters. . Underlining my usual timing.
Bournemouth Runner
Consumed with premonition. Of trouble on horizon. By my remarks I was certain. I was destined persecution. . But then I took a chase after the Bournemouth Runner!.
Bombast
All those whose mind entitles themselves,. and whose main entitle is themselves,. shall feel the wrath of my bombast!. . Clanging in my heart.. Bastard! Idiot!.
Bonkers In Phoenix
Veins on leaves. A cat of kings. A mouthful of seed. A strand of beads. An hour of lust. A bucket of trust. It's time to rest. My shiny things. Pull them off.
Black Monk Theme Part I
Hey woman hey you you do you know why I hate you baby?. Because you make make me hate you baby. You maladjusted little monkey you. . I hate you with a passion you know I do baby.
Blood Outta Stone
Unfortunately I'm coming from a bad end. And I'm destined for a bad end. . But hanging around with you is like blood outta stone. Getting stuff outta youse is like blood outta stone.
Birthday
Had a birthday yesterday, she cried.. Took off her glasses, let her hair down, and sighed.. She told them all at work, about her day.. How is it no one came? Woe, woe..
Bill Is Dead
Last week after "Dynasty". I had crows feet under my eyes. Paid two days for getting high. . Freezing. Wheezing. Got pasted in a bar. I hope I've got the number.
Bingo-master's Breakout
Two swans in front of his eyes. Colored balls in front of his eyes. It's number one for his Kelly's eye. Treble-six right over his eye. A big shot's voice in his ears.
Birmingham School Of Business School
The car is at the roundabout. The policeman is at the roundabout. But I'm full of surprises now. And my friend, he said I'm full of surprises now. Let me tell you about scientific management.
Behind The Counter
They're always hitting on me. But I'm getting thin. From waiting on. They just want me to be. . Behind the counter. The hen centre. Was always picking on me.
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