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THE SHUFFLE MAN
I sit out the window
I sit out the law
I’m gonna see what the Shuffle Man saw
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!
Stags are lit by gaslight
Stars are lit by jazz
I wanna have what the Shuffle Man has
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!
Don’t forget to function
Don’t be one of those
I’m gonna go where the Shuffle Man goes
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!
Ready for the bagels?
Ready for the hoot?
Ready to fly round the world in the Shuffle Man’s boot?
Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
Oooh Shufflemania
Oooh
Do yourself a favour
Don’t forget the jam
You need an offering for the Shuffle Man
Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
Got the picture?
Got the frame?
You wanna call me by the Shuffle Man’s name?
Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
Shuffle Man is ritzy
Shuffle Man is rad
I wanna have what the Shuffle Man had
Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
Oooh Shufflemania
Oooh Shufflemania
Money is the answer
To the question that you pose
I’m gonna know what the Shuffle Man knows
Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
Money is the answer
So you say
I’m eating seaweed the Shuffle Man way
Oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes
Oooh Shufflemania
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THE INNER LIFE OF SCORPIO
I don’t know many actors
Or what an actor knows
All I do is wonder
All I do is ponder
The inner life of Scorpio
No I don’t know many actors
But when I get to shows
I marvel from the circle
Or I marvel from the cheap seats
At the inner life of Scorpio
It’s hard to read an actor
They’re a book that’s quick to close
But nobody’s escaping
No nobody’s escaping
The inner life of Scorpio
The inner life of Scorpio
The ripple on the surface
Shows how deep the feelings go
It racks their very being
It rocks their way of seeing
It’s the inner life of Scorpio
You’ve got such an inner life
Oh you’ve got such an inner life baby
You’ve got such an inner life yeah
Ooooh
Ooooh
Like every dream companion
They’ll sting you on the nose
It’s some kind of voodoo
They hurt more than you do
It’s the inner life of Scorpio
The inner life of Scorpio
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The Feathery Serpent God
03:59
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THE FEATHERY SERPENT GOD
Well I don’t know what you’re thinking
What you’re thinking can’t be true
But I do know what you’re feeling
What you’re feeling isn’t you
And I wonder what you’re doing
What you’re doing can’t be wrong
But I do know it’s my ruin
And my ruins must go on
Here in the palace of the feathery serpent god
I feel alright
Here in the palace of the feathery serpent god
The night’s alight.
Little Perry he is normcore
He is normcore all the way
If you ask me what my name’s for
It’s so I’ll never go astray
Here in the palace of the feathery serpent god
I feel alright
Here’s in the palace of the feathery serpent god
The night’s alight.
I feel alright
I feel alright
I feel alright
The night’s alight!
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Midnight Tram to Nowhere
04:00
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MIDNIGHT TRAM TO NOWHERE
Wake me up at sunset
It’s time to take that tram
That midnight tram to nowhere
Nowhere is my jam.
The lamps are red and glowing
She slows down like a bride
The window panes are misted up
You don’t know who’s inside
‘Til you’re inside
That midnight tram to nowhere
Comes rolling down the track
It takes all kinds of people but
It never brings them back
Let’s ride
Let’s ride
Let’s ride
That midnight tram to nowhere
Comes looming through the mist
The sirens will be driving
If the sirens still exist
Tonight I’m in this kitchen
Tomorrow I’ll be gone
Some other man will be here and he’ll
Sing some other song
Let’s ride
Let’s ride
Let’s ride
And when I get to nowhere
I know you’ll be there too
Nowhere in the universe is
Far enough for you
Let’s ride
Let’s ride
Let’s ride
That tram to nowhere
That tram to nowhere
That tram to nowhere
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SOCRATES IN THIN AIR
Socrates went to the market
They said to come on in
Socrates went to the market
Look what they did to him
He had a little cup of wisdom
And a little cup of wine
He had a little cup of hemlock
And he counted up to nine
Socrates in thin air
In thin air
Oh darling
Socrates went to the water
He tried to wash his hands
Socrates went to the water
It rippled through his hands
They got him in a corner
In a place he couldn’t swim
They cornered him with poison
There were more of them than him
Socrates in thin air
In thin air
Oh darling
Socrates went to the future
He left them all behind
Socrates he didn’t need
Those mediocre minds
He was a little ship of wisdom
On a lake of instant fools
Ask any executioner
They’ll say “I don’t make the rules”
Socrates in thin air
In thin air
Socrates in thin air
Oh darling
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6. |
Noirer Than Noir
04:45
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NOIRER THAN NOIR
You’ve got to be noirer than Noir
You are
You’ve got to be fleet on your feet
You’ve got to be discreetly
Alone
You’ve got to be cool as the frost
Eliminate the dust
Alone on the phone to yourself
Who else can you trust?
If you don’t know what you’re there for
You’ll never know what you’re here for
And the sunlight wears you down
You’ve got to be noirer than Noir
You are
You never could say au revoir
Comme ça
If it was easy to love you
Wouldn’t everyone love you?
I wouldn’t bother doing anything at all
Unless I had to
I wouldn’t bother doing anything at all
You’ve got to be noirer than Noir
C’est ça
Vampire oh vampire oh vampire
Are you my dad?
The darkest thoughts in your head
Are crawling into your bed
And the sunlight wears you down
Oooh ooh noirer than Noir
Oooh ooh noirer than Noir
Oooh ooh noirer than Noir
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THE MAN WHO LOVES THE RAIN
Respect the dead
You will be joining them soon
Honour your mother and father
And all of the folks
On the moon
In watery handwriting scattered in drops
On my window pane
He wrote: “I am the weathervane
I’m the man who loves the rain”
Don’t last too long
The world changes under your feet
Life is eternal life is so brief and
Life is so sweet
Sweeter than even a fox in a hole
Or a thought in a brain.
He wrote: “I am the weathervane
Swaying with every feeling that hits me again and again
I’m the man who loves the rain
The man who loves the rain”
You have two graves
Your name’s on both of them
I like to keep people guessing as well when I’m close to them
I have two clouds
Both of them hard to contain
One of them showers the flowers
The other one bursts into flames
I am the weathervane
Love me or leave me
You have to believe me
I’ll jump your train
I’m the man who loves the rain
The man who loves the rain
Don’t try to go
Don’t try to remain
I’m the man who loves the rain
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8. |
The Sir Tommy Shovell
03:20
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I wish there was a pub called The Sir Tommy Shovel
It’d be lovely
Lovely it would be
We’d go for a pint
And a cauliflower cheese
And find somebody who agrees
With everything you say
Every single day
I wish there was a pub called The Sir Tommy Shovel
He’d never grovel
A noble man was he
And there we would be
With Sir Tommy’s portrait
Dimly painted on a varnished board
That hangs above the door
Just beside the outsize trout
On the saloon bar wall
And I would drink responsibly
And hold you like the angel
In the dark abandoned silo of my soul
Let’s meet in a pub called The Sir Tommy Shovel
It won’t be no hovel, ‘twill be lover-ly
And we’ll have a groove
And a vegan casserole
High above the gaping hole
Inside my memory
Of all you mean to me
I come by night
And I go by stealth
Oh let us drink Sir Tommy’s health
And I would drink responsibly
And hold you like the angel
In the dark abandoned silo of my soul
Hold you like the angel
In the dark abandoned silo of my soul
I will not be drinking in The Racist Loser
It’s not my kind of boozer
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The raging muse got me locked up inside
The raging muse so owns me
The raging muse with her head open wide
My heavenly bride
I look at my feet
And there’s fish in the grass
The grass is so green
And the fish are alive
It’s getting to lunchtime
And the fish are all shimmering
They curl like numbers
In the bright green blades
Those fishes are feelings
Yeah those fishes are thoughts
And they never get caught
I look into my depths
And there’s fish in the grass
Under the glass
Those fishes will pass
This way and that
The cod and the sprat
Constellation of the fishes
I look in your eyes
And there’s fish in the glass
Swimming in bowls
Of perfect red eyes
It’s getting to teatime
And the fish are all hungry
And the fish are all shuddering
Ready to slither
Back into the pond
To ungrow their legs
And writhe on their fins
Like their ancestors did
Those fish in the grass
How slowly they pass
For your own sake
Never step on them
The raging muse got me locked up inside
The raging muse so owns me
The raging muse with her head open wide
My heavenly bride
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ONE DAY (IT’S BEING SCHEDULED)
One day
The sky will turn into the sea
One day
The ugly truth will be made over to beauty
One day
Enlightenment will blossom from your paunch
And one day that lonesome astronaut
Will be the one to launch
One day
The fish will roost up in the macadamia tree
And one day there’ll be an antidote
And you’ll come home to me
One day we’ll lure the parasite out where we can see it
And one day nobody will ever want to be it
One day
One day
One day
One day
The pretty sufferers will climb out of their hole
And one day the sun will shine on their disjointed souls
One day
When you are empty
You’ll discover just what full is
And one day the human race will not be run by bullies
One day
One day
One day
One day
The engineers will come and start up your machine
And I’ll develop feelings
For everyone I’ve seen
One day
The colour of your skin won’t be the great divide
And one day you’ll care how other people feel inside
One day
One day
One day between your life and death
Don’t hold your breath
It’s being scheduled
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Robyn Hitchcock London, UK
Robyn Hitchcock is an English singer-songwriter and guitarist.
After leading The
Soft Boys in the late 1970s and releasing the influential Underwater Moonlight, Hitchcock launched a prolific solo career.
He lives in Nashville, TN with the singer-songwriter Emma Swift.
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