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HBD Bethan
02:10
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Well it seems you made it, this stage of the race is run
You finished a particularly strange trip round the sun
You kept some decent company with Dotts and Jonathan
And some kitties who now floof around in sweet kitty heaven
Happy birthday Bethan
You’re one year nearer death and
May the Celtic God Amaethon
Help your garden persevere
Happy birthday Bethan, all
lift a glass with no ethanol
And take a long deep breath in
All will toast the coming year
You read a bunch of sci fi and you taught geography
You Exercised your green fingers horticulturally
You drank up some Ribena, at least that’s what I’m told
And somehow Johnny living with you hasn’t yet got old
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Lord of the Fly
03:46
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The spacey choirs herald him,
Behold him if you dare
Shrouded in his coat of white
Be humbled by His lock of ghostly hair
Curly great one hear our prayer
All hail
Great Quail
Lord of the fly
Deciding if
You are to live
Or if you are to die
With wand of doom he smiteth those
He deemeth don’t belong
So harken to me larval child
And hear my celebrat’ry hymnal song
Lift proboscis, sing along
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Granny Val
03:11
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If ever you’re feeling low
If ever you need a pal
My mother’s mother delights like no other
The loverly miss granny Val
Sometimes the world is dark
Bringing down your morale
If you’re feeling drab you should go for a gab to
The fabulous granny Val
Such a fine day to be charming
As the woes of the world lose their sting
So do be a mensch, fetch one more gin and French
After all a bird won’t fly on one wing
If you want a seaside stroll
Then go to the sea we shall
The world is a funland, just me and the sun and
The one and only granny Val
Such a fine day to be disarming
There’s no problem we cannot surmount
Make good use of your youth top that up with vermouth
Don’t you know that it is vulgar to count
Hopefully soon we’ll go
To walk in some grand locale
We fear no blunder, my cares torn asunder,
By wonderful granny Val
So leave the furore, and go hear a story,
From glorious miss granny Val
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4. |
Ellen
03:55
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At first we didn’t get along, I gotta admit
I was put off by the way you didn’t put up with my shit
And I annoyed you cos I'm noisy and a little bit
Rude
But when you married my brother, on your wedding day
And we got outside the courthouse and it started to rain
Without skipping a beat “Isn’t it Ironic” you say
And I knew
Oh Ellen
I’m buying what you’re sellin
I couldn’t ask for a better in-law it’s true
With a goodness of heart that puts Mandela to shame
And a multitude of smarts packed inside yer brain
There’s no tellin’
What Ellen
Will do
You got mad levels of organizational skill
You won’t forget any birthdays though the rest of us will
While you dole out facts that make me feel like I’m still
In school
I can handle little bit of pedantry
You know it’s all part of the Thornton Pedigree
When push comes to shove any dummy can see
You rule
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5. |
Good Feeling
02:42
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Let me try again to explain
I’m not great at the romantics
Oxytocin up in my brain
And my heart doin’ acrobatics
Giving me a notion
I cannot misconstrue
That I’ve got a good feeling about you
There’s something magical when you sing
And you think that I can’t hear you
You show me beauty in everything
Every time that I am near you
Come over and subsume me
Wear me like a shoe
Cos I’ve got a good feeling about you
Let’s help each other up every rung
It’s within a lover’s remit
The world’s a fiery bag of dung
Only love can best redeem it
Every touch important
Every moment true
And I’ve got a good feeling about you
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I used to walk the streets of Edinburgh
Tryna scrape a living outta sellin my wares
Wond’ring if I’ll make enough for rent
I could really use a hand from the big man upstairs
Dreaming of distant shores
Knocking on people’s doors
Singing
Do you wanna buy any blenny?
Why not mister try out some trout
You wanna take some of this premium hake?
I can’t go home until I run out
Be a friend and snap up some snapper
Maybe bargain a bit for this bass
Put a smile on my face and purchase some plaice
Don’t you let this opportunity pass
It was another slow day slinging
Newington residents leaving me poor
Til I came to a house on mentone
A handsome fifty something man who opened the door
Took one look at my stash
And started just throwing out cash
Singing
Yeah I wanna buy all your blenny
I wanna try out some of that trout
Wanna know what I’ll make of that premium hake
I’ll get so much that I’ll never run out
Set me up with some of that snapper
I bet that bass is tasty as hell
Though my fridge has no space, I wanna piece of that plaice
Guess I’ll buy another freezer as well
And now I’m all retired in Rio
Sipping caiparinhas on the tropical sand
Raising up my glass to that one man
who seemed to want to buy every fish in the land
Chilled out in Guanabara bay
I can hear the fishermen say
Mister, do you wanna buy any blenny?
Why not mister try out some trout
You wanna take some of this premium hake?
I can’t go home until I run out
Be a friend and snap up some snapper
Maybe bargain a bit for this bass
Put a smile on my face and purchase some plaice
Don’t you let this opportunity pass
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Dr Max
04:54
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This man is in distress
I’ve never seen him so dour
He just can’t get his head around
The nature of knowledge and power
Is there anyone to help him
I just wouldn’t know how
We need a professional
Somebody call the doctor now
(Paging dr max)
Make way everybody
The theologian is here
I think Foucault has a few co-gent things to say
Go read Surveiller et Punir
This person’s in a bind
They can’t make head nor tail
Using reason or passion to understand the world
Either way they fail
Is there anyone to lend a hand
So many questions needing fielding
I’m ill-equipped to understand
Is there a doctor in the building?
(Paging dr max)
Stand aside everybody
I’ve preconceptions to crush
Some Derrida will merit a look I believe
And this 20 minute song by Rush
So many people in need of deeper thought
So many patterns learned were never taught
I may not cure your aporia
You'll probably never find all the answers you sought
Bound up in a spiral dance
What’s up with this technology
Could someone help by any chance
Show how it shapes identity
Paging DR Max
I have a word or a few thousand to say
This deserves exploration
In work of my own it is shown how these things interplay
Go read my dissertation
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8. |
For Mum
03:55
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Six years old I tumbled
From my bike onto the road
You picked me up and wiped away
Each teardrop as it flowed
In the bath you picked the gravel
Out of both my knees and hands
You fixed me up and held me
Like only a mother can
Heartbroken at a party
I lay my feelings bare
My friends walked me home weeping
And left me in your care
As I sobbed upon your shoulder
More a child than a man
You gave me consolation
Like only a mother can
When the deafness of a callous world
Brings me crashing to the ground
I remember that you told me
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
As I look back from a distance
I knew it all along
You’d do your best to keep me right
And steer me clear of wrong
If I couldn’t find direction
You would help me make a plan
From a place of love and safety
Like only a mother can
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Matthew Thornton Massachusetts
Weird guy seeking fulfilment through noisemaking.
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