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birthday
02:32
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'what do you want for your birthday? what do you want for your birthday?'
- i want world peace and a little sweet kiss and a big bag full of money.
'well, you can’t have peace ‘cause i’m fighting, and you can’t have a kiss ‘cause you look too frightening, and you can’t have money ‘cause that’s all mine and i don’t want to give you any.'
- well if i can’t have peace, i’ll have war; and if i can’t have money then i’ll stay poor; and if i can’t have a kiss then i might as well hit someone – well, what are they for? i thought they were for love and stuff, but they judge so tough and they play so rough and they talk about love and a god up above but they don’t know nothing...
'so what do you want for your birthday?'
- are you sure you really want to ask me? 'cause if you’re asking then you’d better be ready to give it, or shut up and just don’t ask me.
all i want is love,
all i need is love,
and if you can’t give me that then i don’t want nothing 'cause life’s too short.
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wot i got
02:07
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i got six fingers on my left hand and seven on my right,
i got eight legs like a spider, baby – i can dance all night,
i got nine lives ‘cause i’m the coolest cat you’ll ever see
but i got ten tons of trouble baby – keep away from me...
and if i give my heart to you
then i’ll have none and you’ll have two,
so i won’t give my heart to you
(even though you want me to)
well i got two lips for kissin’ and against yours that makes four,
i got a lot of balls babe, but you still give me more,
i got six and twenty backbones sending shivers down my spine
and i get confused from thinking twice, i’m in two minds half the time
but if i give my heart to you
then i’ll have none and you’ll have two,
so i won’t give my heart to you
(even though you want me to)
i got two strong arms babe, to hold you tight,
i got twenty eight teeth in my head (be careful, i bite...)
i got a million thoughts runnin’ round in my brain
and i thought long and hard and i’ll say it again...
if i give my heart to you
then i’ll have none and you’ll have two,
so i won’t give my heart to you
(even though you want me to)
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3. |
lickable parts
02:25
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was another great fuck but me didn't love me
and i didn't care and neither did me
but we both came a lot and it was free
got rid of each other pretty quickly
and i hope me enjoys what comes after me
and i hope i didn't get any std
and i wish i could enjoy the memory
but while we were fucking i was too fucked to see...
oh, it's all so kissable
oh, i love it when you're miserable
unhappy people have the best sex
getting fucked's what they already expect
they're eager to please but don't want to connect
so if you fall in love they'll never accept
telling sad stories is way more easy
and empathy means letting go of me me me
communication needs patience and modesty
right to be heard comes from listening honestly
love and support has to be mutual
and it aint love if it aint reciprocal...
so let's stick to the parts that are oh so stickable
give another lick to the parts that are oh so lickable
so lickable
next time...
next time, oh next time...
i want...
next time...
next time i want something new
i don't care if it's not true
'cause i'll be pretending too
like good kings and queens should do
(and anyway,
you wouldn't like me if i didn't)
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4. |
call it yours
03:48
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do you call it yours...
because you found it in your head?
because it’s sleeping in your bed?
because someone gave it to you?
because you’re looking at it now?
do you call it yours...
because you’re scared to lose it?
because you know how to use it?
because you worked so hard to get it?
because it wants to go but you won’t let it?
do you call it yours?
do you call it yours...
because you can turn it on
because you’ll miss it when it’s gone?
because you think you can control it?
because it comes when you call it?
do you call it yours...
because you hold it in your hand?
when you’re marking out some land?
because you turned up in the same place?
even though it’s flying through space?
do you call it yours?
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5. |
angel passing
03:54
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you left me after you said you'd never
now i can't breathe, feel like i'm deader
light as a stone, stable as a feather
fell for your moves, wasn't very clever
it wasn't you, i should have known better
and it wasn't the planets, and it wasn't the weather,
and even though we said it was, it wasn't for ever.
you called me 'angel' and you
told me you loved me and you
would never leave me but you
didn't mean a single word you said.
i called you 'angel' and i
told you i loved you and i
would never leave you but i
didn't mean a single word i said
so now you're gone - gonna have a different baby
so now you're one - another just like you
so now you're gone - and i can say i'm happy
so now you're gone - and i be just like you.
and i’m not talking about power and possession and i don’t mean shallow hedonistic physical obsession,
co-dependent, narcissistic need for validation
take, take, take, me, me, me, me--
no.
oh i’d love to touch you and oh,
i’d love to kiss you and oh,
i’d love to have you, oh but
now you’ll probably say i’m a bad boy.
so i want to ask you questions,
and i’ll listen to your answers,
and i’ll talk about my feelings and
now you’ll probably say i’m a good boy.
and in the end, what really matters to you?
‘cause in the end, isn’t it the same?
i don’t need shame, i just need loving kindness
warm soft breath in a cold hard world.
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6. |
too far from home
02:48
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i had a friend who lived a long way from me
and he invited me to stay
but i couldn't go and see him
and in the end i forgot his name
there was another who said come away with me
but i said i could not do that
when i looked over my shoulder later on
she was gone and she was never coming back
it wasn't that i couldn't get there
it wasn't that i didn't want to go
it wasn't that i had someone who needed me to stay
it's just that it was too far from home
i was in a place where i needed to get out
but i stayed and took it all the same
sat down and cried 'cause it was easier to stay
and i could still remember why i came
it wasn't that i couldn't exit
it wasn't that i didn't want to go
it's that i had someone who needed me to stay
and if i went, i'd be too far from home.
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7. |
opposite of love
03:54
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what is the opposite of love?
is it hate (if you could hate that much)?
is it cold indifference, or a grudge?
it must be something that doesn't fill me up...
'cause there's a moment you ask where love went
maybe from the distance - maybe from resentment...
and if i fell in love, i must be rising, rising, rising -
rising out of love!
my eyes are clear, no fear, and i can see for miles!
my mind is brightening into stillness, not fullness...
and then i see a love that never goes away -
it fills us all and makes us better every day -
not just for me and mine, but you and we and they -
the opposite of love -
the opposite of love is -
Love!
LOVE with a capital L
(it's not easy and it hurts like hell)
LOVE with a capital O
(bring it use it wherever we go)
LOVE with a capital V
(not just 'in love with your body')
LOVE with a capital E
(not just looking at you and me)
LOVE with a capital L
(who would save us if we fell?)
LOVE with a capital O
(you say HATE but i say HELL NO!)
LOVE with a capital V
(more for you means more for me)
LOVE with a capital E
(everything for everybody!)
love .. is the opposite of
love .. is the opposite of
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8. |
happy now (hate tweak)
01:50
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fuck you
(but longer, and with rhymes)
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mojo pixy England, UK
20th century boy singing 21st century blues. Bloody state of this god-damned world, I ask
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