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Little Pigs
04:08
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This little piggy tours the market
This one hits the mall
This little piggy turned a blind eye
Not to see it all
This little piggy has a dealer
This one’s deep in debt
I’m sure there is a clean one
But I haven’t found him yet
Little piggy says he’s sorry
Is that tears in his piggy little eyes?
Gotta say that it’s unlikely
But they do say that pigs might fly
This little piggy likes a beating
Where it doesn’t show
This one will coerce you
When you don’t want to go
Little pig will pull you over
If he doesn’t like your skin
I’m sure there is an honest one
But I haven’t found him
You ever feel like you’re losing your grip on the situation?
Praying for a real last minute intervention?
Well do you really do you? Do you want to learn to fly?
Maybe now’s the time to try
Little piggy says he’s sorry
Is that tears in his piggy little eyes?
Gotta say that it’s unlikely
But they do say that pigs might fly
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The Cleaner
03:01
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He’s got a nose for the work
Flat and three times broken
A boxer’s rose, a quirk
That makes him shoo-in
And he’s so softly spoken
He ain’t no jerk he’s the guy for the work
He’s seen it all with those eyes
He’s a world weary artist
They got bags for miles
And sometimes they spill some
But he needs the catharsis
So would I if I could see through those eyes
He’s the guy you call
When you’ve screwed up and it’s all gone to hell
He’ll arrive with the bleach
And the plastic sheets and total lack of sense of smell
They call him the cleaner
The cleaner
He’s the cleaner
The cleaner
He’s the guy you call
When you’ve screwed up and it’s all gone to hell
He’ll arrive with the bleach
And the plastic sheets and total lack of sense of smell
They call him the cleaner
They call him the cleaner
They call him the cleaner
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Harry Bides Her Time
05:08
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Harry hears everything doing her rounds
In thirty years cleaning up after these clowns
Murders in the kitchen, arsons in the bog
There had to be some kinda perk to this job
Don’t worry bout Harry, she’s one of the boys
Don’t worry bout Harry, she’s in with the bricks
Don’t worry bout Harry, she’s safe as the house is
But you know that she knows all the tricks
Mister Bigs come in and Mister Bigs go
And Harry’s seen plenty so Harry should know
All love the spotlight when they have stage
But rarely do Mister Bigs die of old age
And not all of their secrets get as far as the grave
Don’t worry bout Harry, she’s one of the boys
Don’t worry bout Harry, she’s in with the bricks
Don’t worry bout Harry, she’s safe as the house is
But you know that she knows all the tricks
She could shake them down
Any day she likes
She could take them now
But Harry’s biding her time
Don’t worry bout Harry, she’s one of the boys
Don’t worry bout Harry, she’s in with the bricks
Don’t worry bout Harry, she’s safe as the house is
But you know that she knows all the tricks
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Not The Time
03:08
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Jamesie mate I’ve got to say
I cannae see the point
I mean, it’s only money, eh?
And we’ve made a mountain of it
I know it’s not the best of times
To have these sorts of feelings
But I’ve been at this job for thirty year
I think I’ve earned the right to leave it
And I know, I know
With it all about to blow
Now’s not the time
For an existential crisis
But if now’s not the time
Tell me, when is?
Jamesie pal I’m laying it out
Honestly, for once
My fingers don’t listen so well now
And my black old heart can’t take the jumps
And I know, I know
With it all about to blow
Now’s not the time
For an existential crisis
But if now’s not the time
Tell me, when is?
Because chances are not too far down the road
I’ll screw it up, and listen mate we’re getting old
And we don’t have the time to waste on doing time
So if now’s not the time, tell me when is?
If now’s not the time, tell me when is?
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Little Crimes
04:09
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You have an eye for a fool, I’ll say that for you
And his money too, that don’t need to be said
And if it should be easy to part the two
Well ain’t that just on his own stupid head
If he leaves his home unlocked, it stands to reason
And if he leaves heart open, then it’s open season
But there’s no blame you say and there’s no victim
It’s all just self-inflicted
Little crimes, wooden dimes
Clipping coins, phishing lines
Stealing hearts, breaking lives
Just little crimes, little crimes
If a man drops his keys, who wouldn’t go for a ride?
Maybe take it over the ton just for the joy of it
Sure, you know deep down that it ain’t right
But he makes it so easy, he deserves it
But you don’t want to hear about collateral
That’s a word a bit too close to shame
You can only love the life you live if you can make yourself believe
That there’s no victim, there’s no blame
Little crimes, wooden dimes
Clipping coins, phishing lines
Stealing hearts, breaking lives
Just little crimes, little crimes
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Faithfully
02:18
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Debbie does the same run every day
After work, the gym, then
Picks up dinner on the way home
On the way home to me
Faithfully
Debbie drives a scarlet cabriolet
It’s her pride and joy though
A little flash for me, but oh
It’s bringing her home to me
Faithfully
And she is never late, not even by a minute
But I can’t ditch this itch
That route becomes routine becomes a rut so easy
And she could fit in an extra stitch
If she floored it
If drove she like a demon
I’ve got this picture
And I can’t unsee it
Hair flying, glitter-eyed, laughing, screaming
For the freedom of it. A tiny bit of freedom from me
Debbie’s gonna be here right on time
On the dot like every night, and I know
The speedo wire won’t be tripping this time
And she’ll be home with me
Faithfully
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Waiting To Go
02:53
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Meet me at the Hug you said
Before the winter sun
Has raised his grey and skeevy head
Our one chance to run
And so my lover here I am
Watching half-arsed snow
Sleeping through the sodium
I’m waiting to go
And the Great Western sounds like the sea
Gonna sail away down it and never be found
It’ll be so beautiful, you and me
But this snow don’t ever reach the ground
Gonna boost us a car you said
A last final flourish
Our farewell as ne’er-do-wells
Then turning the page
But none of these cars is slowing down
And the night’s just getting colder
I don’t think I’ll be getting much older
Than this grey day coming
This grey day coming on
Though the Great Western sounds like the sea
Just want to sail away down it and never be found
It woulda been beautiful, you and me
But this snow don’t ever reach the ground
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Little Beast
04:16
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They named you for the scapegoat demon
Captain of Ecstatic Legions
Little Prince, you, of Damnations
King of the night
The way you slink, the way you creep
The way you hide in shadows deep
The way you murder holy sleep
They got that right
But despite it all
I love your face
And your crazy ways
They make me whole
In heart and soul at least
Little beast
The way you rearrange my days
And interrupt my routine haze
Create a little breathing space
I think I’m blessed
The company you like to keep
That noise you’re making in your sleep
The price of your love comes so cheap and
Willingly paid
And for it all
I love your face
And your crazy ways
They make me whole
In heart and soul at least
Little beast
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9. |
Noirish
03:52
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You want it as dark as it gets
Blacker than black is best
Add a little butcher’s jest
And a splash of murder sex
You want the body count unchecked
Every auto getting wrecked
Splatter pattern gore FX
A palette that is red on red
You say it’s nourishment
I say misdirection
All of this dark intent
Is a comfort addiction
This murder bug
A warm black hug
It’s noir but only noirish
The hero’s life’s a fucking mess
His loving wife is in the fridge
Career is on its final legs
Even his faithful puppy holds a grudge
This is what you want
Because even in its darkest imitations
Art is still just art
And that’s better than life by a distance
You say it’s nourishment
I say misdirection
All of this dark intent
Is a comfort addiction
This murder bug
A warm black hug
It’s noir but only noirish
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