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January Blues
03:46
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Have a look at all you’ve got,
Those jewels that left that poor kid shot,
Woah, they leave me screaming through the night…
That’s right.
Well, they’re covered over by slate-grey skies,
We’ll lose despair and lust disguise,
Oh, it was all just a rouse…
What’s new?
Well, they blame it all on the January Blues.
They blame it all on the January Blues.
When all those that you love and miss,
Wind up as names on a shopping list,
Oh, was it really a surprise?
Thart’s roght.
Well, take me down to the ferry, man,
Where your money will lead you hand in hand,
Oh, but leave your mind at the door…
What for?
Well, they blame it all on the January Blues.
They blame it all on the January Blues.
Oh, stuck up small town girl…
I wish you were here now,
Then you would know my, red-headed girl.
Then you would know,
Don’t you pick holes, my red-headed girl.
Don’t you pick holes,
Don’t you pick holes, my red-headed girl.
Don’t you pick holes,
Don’t you pick holes, my red-headed girl.
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2. |
The Kids Have Gone Wild
04:57
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*Shoop, Shoop Shoop, Wah. (B/V)
Lie me down in a darkened room,
I’m feeling seasick.
Give me love in my weary bones,
I really need it.
Well, I knew this was going down
Before the glass glittered on the ground,
But now we know…
THE KIDS HAVE GONE WILD, Again!
*Shoop, Shoop Shoop, Wah. (B/V)
Doctor, please, I won’t react at the knees,
Because it’s foolish.
Keep your tongues in your spoon-fed mouths,
Before I lose it.
Well, I knew this was going down
Before those sirens began to sound,
But now we know…
THE KIDS HAVE GONE WILD, Again!
Well, I knew this was going down
Before those sirens began to sound,
But now we know…
Oh, We know!!!!
Never, Never, Never…
Never Again.
Well, I knew this was going down
Before those lads littered on that ground,
But now we know…
THE KIDS HAVE GONE WILD, Again!
*Shoop, Shoop Shoop, Wah. (B/V)
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3. |
Dance Of The Absurd
04:45
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*Oooh, Oooh. Oooh, Oooh (B/V)
As the calendar rolls past me,
Of its own volition, you see, that was me.
Running through them streets,
Rushing past the numbers and tearing down the scenery.
So, as my spirit flies past you,
Don’t just sit there singing the blues, it’s nothing new.
It’s nothing you've heard before,
I’m burning down the pier and rolling past the promenade.
Woah, Let’s Start…
Here, we’re going down into the river below.
Here, we’re going down into the river below.
The dance of the absurd… It goes on eternally.
There’s a worm in this man’s heart,
Now it’s getting ready to start, up with the lark.
You will succumb this fight,
Walking past the line, you’ll create a work of art.
Woah, Let’s Start…
Now, we’re going down into the river below.
Here, we’re going down into the river below.
The dance of the absurd…
The dance of the absurd it goes on eternally,
It will never stop.
It goes on and on….
…Eternally.
*Here we’re going down into the river below (B/V)
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