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Watching You Sleep [Stubbs/Evans]
You don't know anything and you don't know what's happening
And chocolate is like everything there's no you and me
That's why I'm all at sea
And everyone came along everyone singing songs
Everyone drank some more and everyone giggled at the bore
That amount of hindsight makes me blind
What's more and I like watching you sleep
I never knew anyone quite like you I'd like to be
And I know more than this fishing is more for you
And there you lie next to me I'd love to know what you dream
I love to listen to you breathe I hope you don't watch me
Because I'd never sleep
It's all become polarized look at the sky to tell time
To idolize through idol eyes well I'm not getting it
He bought you flowers and I bought you drink
You can't drink flowers but flowers can drink
It's a hunger in me I never knew anyone was anything that
Any anyone else you see and it's like that key ring
Living is more that life we're alive alive
And there you lie next to me I'd love to know what you dream
I love to listen to you breathe I hope you don't watch me
Because I'd never sleep
He bought you flowers and I bought you drink
You can't drink flowers but flowers can drink
And he bought you flowers and I bought you drink
You can't drink flowers but flowers can drink
And he bought you flowers and I bought you drink
You can't drink flowers but flowers can
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Eddy Bumble [Stubbs]
Well he was in awe of her and so were we all and dreams of mighty
Beanstalks were better than than any shiftwork and the puzzling part
Was the surly menace of those prefect lips of yours
Learn to listen before you talk
Before you walk before you before you learn
Learn before you
I feel like the bumble bee impossible in theory
And that never stopped him his life is simply full of meaning
The smell of old towels it rubs off on you even in your new bathrooms
Learn to learn to talk before you walk
Learn to listen learn
Learn to walk learn to talk before you
I feel like a bumble bee it's impossible in theory
But that never stopped him his life is simply full of meaning
And that smell of old towels it rubs off on you even in your bathrooms
Learn to walk before you learn to talk
Learn to walk before you
Learn to listen before you talk even learn to
Learn to walk before you talk learn to listen
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Sour Grapes [Stubbs]
In here with me that's where you want me to *play*
I'm hiding high no fear I won't cry
And Heaven sent head in descent here
A hell of a state and I'm in it I'm in it
I want a life well I won't say goodbye
And I will hold me down hold me down
In here with me I don't see
I want heresy in here I die I can die any day now
Days and days days and days
It's an un-English state days and days
Of sour grapes sour grapes *countin* days and days
You're wearing that wearing that bland old hat
And your boxer shorts they are your most inner thoughts
A thousand miles of old headlines memories of her
That flowerhead sour grape
That un-English state means you do
Like to wait violent and Disney-like
Days and days days and days an un-English state
Days and days and days and days of sour grapes
Of sour grapes days and a thousand miles of old headlines
Memories of her days before days before *never and* days and days
Days and days days and days of sour grapes un-English state
And days and days of sour grapes of sour grapes days and days
Days and days of sour grapes un-English state un-English
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Soundbites [Stubbs/Burdon]
Super furry dromedary and eyes the colour of a dark red sky
And the weekend should not depend on the weatherman's weather eye
This is the gilt edge of the wedge an average grey story
Of a revolutionary who was boring too
This is the *spilt milk stench* of a wretch an average cold walk home
Avoiding the sunspots and soundbites like snowstorms
A vision that does not focus on the weird but rare
And their total despair the crack whore culture
Mindful of nothing it's catchy and touchy and where is the wealth
This is the guilt end of the wedge an average grey story
Of the revolutionary who was boring too
This is the *spilt milk stain* of wretch,an average cold walk home
Avoiding the sunspots soundbites like snowstorms
And I hope my camel is able to handle all the treacherous journeys home
And I've smelled your sandals and my camels
And yours are truely second to none
This is the guilt end of the wedge an average grey story
Of a revolutionary who was boring too
This is the spilt milk smell of wretch an average cold walk home
And avoiding the sunspots soundbites like snowstorms
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Chuck Ragan - Trenchfoot
03:56
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The Gunshy - In My Life
06:15
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Open Sewage - Shipyards
04:12
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Anthem Red - Plebs
03:27
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Kover - Wax Lyrical
03:43
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Radon - Speak In Tongues
03:08
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Rentokill - Trenchfoot
02:22
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MadStateWorld - Grip
03:11
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Erase Today - Games
03:29
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Steady State - Evo Pop
03:14
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JDM - Sound Bites I
00:52
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JDM - Sound Bites II
02:09
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