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As It Was
03:51
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As It Was
Well I would have gone to Art School
If it wasn't so much hassle
I'd have strangled all the meaning
out of every last Picasso
As it was
I had to think for myself
and that's hard -
You wouldn't know
Well I could have been a poet
but I couldn't find the paper
and I should have been a sculptor -
I was too afraid to shape her
As it was
I had to sleep by myself
and that's sad -
You wouldn't know
Eftsoons, eftsoons, eftsoons said I
Well I could have been a know-it-all
but I was raised too humble
and I would have been a drunkard
but I couldn't even stumble
As it was
I had to drink by myself
and that's bad -
You wouldn't know
Well I'd look for a philosophy
to harmonise with ethics
In a time of post-modernism
Ethics was pathetic
As it was
I had to judge for myself
And that's harsh -
You wouldn't know
Well I could have been self-educated
If I'd paid attention
As it was my only teacher
Was the mother of invention
As it was
I had to run for my life
and that's fast -
You wouldn't know
Eftsoons, eftsoons, eftsoons said I
Eftsoons, eftsoons, eftsoons said I
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2. |
So Good
05:05
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So Good
I too walk the path of virtue/ I’m so good, I’m so good/ But I don’t get as far as you do/ So good, you’re so good/ I never thought I’d ever see/ That you could love a man like me/ I told you, I told you to be good now didn’t I/ I did not get with your sister/ I’m so good, I’m so good/ She said no funny business mister/ I’m so good/ No you’re up to no good/ Well I never thought I’d ever see/ That you could love a man like me/ I told you, I told you we’d be good baby/ I never thought I’d ever see/ That you could love a man like me/ I told you, I told you to be good now didn’t I/ I too walk the path of virtue/ I’m so good, I’m so good/ But I don’t get as far as you do/ So good, you’re so good/ I never thought I’d ever see/ That you could love a man like me/ I told you, I told you to be good now didn’t I/ I never thought I’d ever see/ That you could love a man like me/ I told you, I told you to be good now baby/ I did not get with your sister/ I’m so good, I’m so good/ She said no funny business mister/ I’m said I’m so good/ She said you’re up to no good/ Well I never thought I’d ever see/ That you could love a man like me/ I told you, I told to be good now didn’t I
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Friends
03:27
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Friends
I depend/ On my friends/ Will we feel this way again?/ I don't know/ Let me go/ Hide in the snow/ I'll tell you everything I know/ Let's go/ It all blends/ In the end/ I can't think of anything much else/ I need to send/ You know enough/ Get on with the stuff/ Don't make me angry/ Oh no.
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Dylanesque
02:22
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Dylanesque
Of peace and love and happiness/ Well I could tell a story/ but I wouldn't want to bore ye/ So I won't/ And baby if I think I'm right/ and if it's possible I'm wrong/ You must just come along/ for some fun/ because you trip me when I stumble/ and you push me when I fall/ I just can't stand at all/ around you/ Still I promise you that I'll abide/ till I can come back to your side/ and we take that magic ride/ you promised to
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5. |
You're So Pretty
03:22
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You’re so Pretty
You’re so pretty when you sleep/ As though your innocence will keep a little longer/ Twelve years younger then/ The curve of an apricot limb/ Compelling according to him/ I never knew you quite so well/ Another angel in disgrace/ Who put that look upon your face?/ Who sold your halo?/ Your good friend/ Or only you/ The shape of your face when you’d cry/ Compelling and kind to the eye/ A little lady five foot tall and blue/ You get so funny when you’re stoned/ You’ll never have to smoke alone if you don’t want to/ My good friend/ So hug me when your pillow slips/ You’re only as soft as your lips/ A little longer/ My good friend/ The curve of an apricot limb/ Compelling magnetic and true/ I always have/ I always will/ I always have/ I always will
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Shivver
02:44
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Shivver
I can’t see the Seven Stars/ And it’s raining in the park/ Well I’ll go out to get wet/ And I’ll see you and you’ll forget/ That the name of the bus is written by us/ The name of the bus is eponymous/ Want a trip to the light tonight/ You can’t build eternal trust/ Upon the happiest lust/ We’re patient and we’re virtuous/ And sloth has been our only sin/ the name of the bus is written by us/ The name of the bus is eponymous/ Want a trip to the light tonight/ I can’t see the Seven Stars/ And it’s raining in the park/ Well I’ll go out to get wet/ And I’ll see you and you’ll forget/ That the name of the bus is eponymous/ The name of the bus is written by us/ Want a trip to the light tonight
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7. |
Solace
02:34
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Solace
When the heart wants what the heart can’t get/ And the mind wants to forget it/ You can turn to me for solace/ There’s so much beauty in this world/ For everyone/ Though I expect we’re probably doomed/ When the heart wants what/ the heart can’t get/ And the mind wants to forget it/ I’ll still turn to you for solace
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8. |
The Shakespeare Monkey
02:11
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The Shakespeare Monkey
They've got these monkeys somewhere/ working on a script/ They hit the keys at random/ We act on it/ They write some good stuff/ but most of it is shit/ We get some good lines now and then/ and maybe that is why we're friends/ But I need a Golden Rhyme/ Just to put you straight this time/ Where's the Shakespeare Monkey when you need him?
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9. |
One Romantic Gesture
04:07
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One Romantic Gesture
You're here/ and the stars are not the same old lights/ you reappear/ and everything is beautiful/ I have waited for you for too long/ to leave you as you are/ will you be my last companion with me to the end?/ I can't promise/ everything will work out right/ I don't know/ just how good I am/ when I get tired of hurting everybody that I love/ I need to settle on a heart that's good and strong/ I could be like Keats or Chatterton/ Dead romantic, lying in a bed of my old songs/ I'm not keeping score/ but I think we probably do alright/ I know you are/ what do you know?/ I have waited for you for too long/ to leave you as you are/ will you be my last companion/ with me to the end?/ I could be like Keats or Chatterton/ This can be my one romantic gesture/ I could be like Keats or Chatterton/ dead romantic, dead romantic/ This could be your one romantic song/ this'll be my one romantic gesture/ I could be your one romantic jester
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10. |
Parasol
04:45
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Instrumental
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11. |
Seduced By Virgins
03:31
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Seduced by Virgins
Underground we climbed every mountain/ without looking down at the girls on the ground/ You astound me, write how you found me/ and ran rings around me/ to carry me down to the town/ Be an angel loosen my chain girl/ I'm feeling the pain and I need to run wild/ why I woke you is, someone I spoke to said/ "tell that to someone who's warm, willing and wild"/ Without looking down at the girls on the ground/ without looking down at the girls on the ground/ Please don't let off, don't rub the sweat off/ Just help me to get off and go back to sleep/ Why I woke you is someone I spoke to/ Said "tell that to someone who's warm, willing and weak"/ Without looking down at the girls on the ground/ Without looking down at the girls on the ground/ Seduced by virgins, soft as aspersions/ hoydens and urchins, gang aft agley
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12. |
High on the Hog
04:09
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High on the Hog
Do you think this planet will last forever/ Polluting at the rate that we do?/ Do you think your God will let you into heaven/ And then come and clean up after you?/ If you do, well / You’ve been living high on the hog for too long baby/ You’ve been living high on the hog for so long its gone to your head/ Do you think that oil is going to last forever/ Driving at the rate that you do?/ Baby, baby, baby, you could run over each other/ You won’t have to worry about who’ll come after you/ Because, you’ve been living high on the hog for too long baby/ You’ve been living high on the hog for so long its gone to your head/ You’ve been living high on the hog for too long baby/ You’ve been living high on the hog - its gone to your head!/ Do you ever stop and think about the slaves/ That make the shit that you throw away?/ What if they were gonna come round to dinner/ Do you know what you’re gonna say?/ You’ve been living high on the hog for too long baby/ You’ve been living high on the hog for so long its gone to your head
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13. |
Milk
06:21
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Milk
America the beautiful/ God spread her grace on thee/ To make you an angel in movies on TV/ I saw her in a forest and I saw her in the skies/ I saw her in the mountains where the monkey buzzard flies/ I saw her in my bed like a golden prize/ I Guess that must have been one of the camera’s lies/ She’s poetry in velvet/ pornogaphy in silk/ And I need her body like a baby needs her milk/ Milk of paradise/ mistress of fire and mother of ice/ When the speakers are quiet and the parties are deserted/ And the camera’s off she’s not so perverted/ When the speakers are silent and the studios deserted/ And the microphones off we’re not so perverted/ She shot that sucker in the head/ Threw me the smoking gun/ “George you’ll know what to do”/ That’s how the story goes/ I fell in love before the second show/ I saw a sad movie where her mother went mad/ She had a crush on a boy who came home with her dad/ She didn’t want to be a movie star/ but a writer or a dancer or a girl behind the bar / Then she ran away with a mean old man/ Who made her advertise pork/ That’s how her life began/ he was a mean old man/ But he loved her pretty well/ She’s poetry in velvet/ pornogaphy in silk/ And I need her body like a baby needs her milk/ Milk of paradise/ mistress of fire and mother of ice/ When the speakers are quiet and the parties are deserted/ And the camera’s off she’s not so perverted/ When the speakers are silent and the studios deserted/ And the microphones off we’re not so perverted/ She shot that sucker in the head/ Threw me the smoking gun/ “George you’ll know what to do”/ That’s how the story goes/ I fell in love before the second show/ One day I’ll direct her in the movie of her life/ Then I’ll look after the kiddies if she will be my wife/ She’s poetry in velvet, pornogaphy in silk/ And I need her body like a baby needs her milk/ America the beautiful/ God spread her grace on thee/ To make you an angel in movies on TV
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14. |
Trauma Bear
03:08
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Trauma Bear
Teddy bear/ Brave and scared/ Life’s not fair/ Teddy bear, Teddy bear/ You must be the bravest of them all/ Teddy bear/ Put it there/ Brave and fair/ My Teddy bear/ You must be the bravest of them all/ Teddy bear/ Brave and scared/ Put it there/ My Teddy bear/ You must be the prettiest of all/ Teddy bear/ Brave and scared/ Life’s not fair/ Teddy bear/ You must be the cleverest of all
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15. |
No Good
02:41
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No Good
The way that you treat me/ Baby it’s not good/ The thing you’ve got me doing/ I’d stop it if I could/ Because I want you to be happy/ And I need you to be calm/ Because I want to be your lover/ The way that I treat you darling/ You say that it’s not good/ You say the way I love you/ Is not the way I should/ If I want you to be happy/ Or if I need you to be calm/ Or if I want to be your lover/ Everybody argues/ Eveybody fights/ It isn’t everybody / That can make sweet love all night/ When you want me to be happy/ And you need me to be calm/ Because you want to be my lover
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Naked
04:40
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Naked
Everyone plays/ how about you?/ You've been naked for days/ with nothing to do/ don't dress in a daze/ to slip through/ or all I face/ I'm facing without you/ White mouse, black dormouse/ I'm going to float/ down the gutter of time/ Get in your boat/ and float next to mine/ We're going to go/ where the stars really shine/ And the air is like/ Wine to winos/ Rice paper kites white nights/ Everyone prays/ and look what comes true/ You've been naked for days/ with nothing to do/ Your particular face/ your decadent grace/ are now all I taste/ White paper nights, warm kites/ I'm going to float down the gutter of time/ Get in your boat and float next to mine/ We're going to go/ where the stars really shine/ and the Air is like/ Wine to winos/ Everyone stays/ All except you/ You've been naked for days/ with nothing to do/ You dress in a daze/ to shoot through/ And all I face/ I'm facing without you/ Rice paper nights, white kites, black dormouse/ I'm going to float/ down the gutter of time/ Get in your boat/ and float next to mine/ We're going to go/ where the stars really shine/ And the air is like/ Wine to winos/ Rice paper kites, white mice, black dormice
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Golden Goose
Don't kill the Golden Goose/ Don't kill the Golden Goose, baby/ Please don't kill the Golden Goose/ The Goose cannot take more abuse/ Don't kill the Golden Goose/ I know how much you say you love me/ And I know how it feels (to be loved)/ I'm your man, but you're demanding/ More than human skills (from me, Love)/ Don't kill the Golden Goose/ Don't kill the Golden Goose, baby/ Please don't kill the Golden Goose/ The Goose cannot take more abuse/ Don't kill the Golden Goose/ You know how much I've always loved you/ You throw it in my face (you do, Love)/ Seeing as how you're the only one / Who knows how loving you should be done/ Maybe you should take my place (with you, Love)/ Don't kill the Golden Goose/ Don't kill the Golden Goose, baby/ Please don't kill the Golden Goose/ The Goose cannot take more abuse/ Don't kill the Golden Goose
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The Puddle Dunedin, New Zealand
With their 1986 – 93 Flying Nun Records catalogue long
out of print, The Puddle finally re-emerged in 2006 with 4
acclaimed albums released on Fishrider Records.
The Puddle have always been the most stubbornly underground of the bands associated with the
Flying Nun imprint. Their debut Pop Lib was recently included in SPIN magazine’s list of the best Kiwi pop releases alongside The Clean.
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