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It’s just the sort of weather for a stroll on Hampstead Heath
Forget the rolled umbrella don’t forget the clockwork teeth
Beggars shall be choosers, the matter does not matter
Wind those plastic tombstones up & let those Bexleys chatter
Oh there’s no fool like an april fool
April is the cruellest month, there’s no old joke like failure
Jesus plays Jerusalem & Hancock does Australia
Dead drunk for a penny, a shilling for the moon
we’ll dance all night for nothing & we’ll go to bed at noon
& cats will laugh at kings & queens
When window cleaners clean their windows
& you won’t laugh at me cause I’m a fool
When
it’s a naughty night to swim in, nuncle, you call this April showers, Judy
It’s Paris in the springtime, yeah, where are all the flowers Rudie?
First left second right – you take away the number you first thought of
Here’s your card, the Ace of Hearts - bring on those Hurricanoes
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The stars fell from heaven to shine in her eyes
& the wind made a home in her hair
She liked the day best when the sun rose to rise
When you looked there was no-one else there
She ran to the park & she’d swing on the swing
& she’open her arms to the sky
& she sat at the back as the school took your wings
& taught you how to not sing & fly
She was always in favour of wild things
From the top of the downs to the end of the pier
The night bus that knows the way home
One Friday comes round with his breath full of beer
& leaves her a child of her own
The light’s always on & the door’s never locked
& the silence grows deep as dark woods
The son grows a skateboard as quick as a fox
Bright Phoebus beneath his black hood
When the night’s gone to bed, & there’s no-one else there
She feeds the fox king from her window
& he lifts his proud head turning into thin air
When her son’s coming home like a shadow
The stars fell from heaven to shine in her eyes
& the wind made a home in her hair
She likes the world best when the nights gone to bed,
the king of the foxes comes out of thin air for her
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The Old Song
03:54
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WHERE ARE OUR YOUNG SOLDIERS GOING?
WHY ARE THOSE TANKS ROLLING WEST...
EAST....
WEST?
OUR SOLDIERS ARE GOING TO
BUDAPEST...
AFGHANISTAN...
KHARKOV & KYIV
DEFENDING OUR MOTHER IN
BUDAPEST...
AFGHANISTAN...
KAHRKOV & KYIV...
WHERE THEY WILL BE WELCOMED AS HEROES
WHAT DO THEY FIND WHEN THEY GET THERE,
OUR LOVERS & BROTHERS & FATHERS & SONS?
WHAT THEY WILL FIND WHEN THEY GET THERE IS
OUR TANKS ARE AS WELCOME AS SMALLPOX
LET'S SING THE OLD SONG
OVER THIS NEWLY DUG GRAVE....
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Marina Says Stop the War
03:35
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MARINA SAID STOP THE WAR
WHATEVER YOU DO JUST DO NOTHING
WHATEVER YOU DO PICK THE WINNING SIDE
THE SIDE THAT THEY TELL THIS IS YOUR SIDE
KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, LET HISTORY DECIDE
MARINA SAID STOP THE WAR
WHATEVER YOU DO, DO WHAT THEY TELL YOU
WHATEVER YOU DO, DO AS YOU’RE TOLD
BELIEVE IN THEIR GODS, & BUY WHAT THEY SELL YOU
WHATEVER THEY SAY, BELIEVE WHAT YOU’RE TOLD
MARINA SAID STOP THE WAR
FIVE SECONDS ON TV
FOR THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD TO SEE
THE LEADERS ON BOTH SIDES ARE LOOKING UNEASY
THEY TELL THEIR POLICE TO ARREST THESE IDEAS
WHAT IF THEIR SOLDIERS BROKE RANKS LIKE MARINA?
ALREADY HER SISTERS ARE WRITING THEIR PLACARDS
ALREADY THEIR SISTERS ARE WRITING THEIR PLACARDS
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Tram 22
03:05
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