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Beard Of Bees
02:53
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Haruka From Aruba
04:01
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Haruka from Aruba – golden eyes ashine.
Haruka from Aruba – queen of the devine.
Never less than a lady, but you know the score…
Living life like a duchess, happy evermore.
Haruka from Aruba – flavour salty sweet.
Haruka from Aruba – platforms on her feet.
Always want to be noticed by the folk around
Spinning out like a dervish, hooting like a hound
Haruka from Aruba – never not around.
Haruka from Aruba – wears a bridal gown.
Sitting down in an arm-chair, eating cake and wine.
Wearing metre-long bunches laughing all the time.
And she’s mine!
And she’s mine!
And she’s mine!
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3. |
Jazz Hands
03:31
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What you're saying sure needs something to succeed
What you're playing – songs are good but incomplete
Raise your hands up make 'the jazz hands'
Raise your hands up mate
(Two thumbs and the other eight)
You wave and you wave
Like you're off on a holiday
When you're dancing like an icecube in the pool
No one’s looking - lift your fingers stretch them tall
Raise your hands up make 'the jazz hands'
Raise your hands up mate
(Two thumbs and the other eight)
You wave and you wave
Like you're off on a holiday
Raise your hands up make 'the jazz hands'
Raise your hands up mate
(Two thumbs and the other eight)
You wave and you wave
Like you're off on a holiday
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4. |
Love Hurts, Tendril Boy
04:05
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Comfy chairbound
Making no sound
Moistened eyeholes
All told
He wishes he could have felt happiness some other way
Tentacles shivering skin mottled pulsating grey
Heartbone aching
Tendrils shaking
Time was just he
Lonely
He found her like so many in a bar down by the sea
Inkbladder throbbing and suckers all sucking with glee
Lovely!
Stripey jersey
Holds it closely
Craves her return
Eyes burn
He feels this way whenever she has to leave him alone
Touring with the philharmonic playing the trombone
Love hurts tendril boy!
Love hurts tendril boy!
Love hurts tendril boy!
Love hurts tendril boy!
Tendril boy, tendril boy
Tendril boy, tendril boy
Tendril boy, tendril boy
Tendril boy, tendril boy
Tendril Boy!
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Hey hey, haw haw - what the hell are you waiting for?
Hey hey, ho ho - you’ve got to go man, yeah man go!
Make haste, make speed - are you sure that you’re paying heed? Listen to me, there’s a fine line in time... can you see?
So long Farewell À bientôt!
Hey hey, haw haw time to do what you tried before
Hey hey, ho ho - it’s kind of slow man there you go
Replace them all all - put your back to the wrecking ball
Do it today, there’s a fine line in time so they say.
So long Farewell À bientôt!
Cuddle up to the new regime whoah-oh
Cuddle up to the new regime whoah ohah
Cuddle up to the new regime whoah-oh
Cuddle up to the new regime whoah ohah
Hey hey, haw haw you befriend the forbidden claw
Hey hey, ho ho - so you can reap all that you sow
The line you cross do you care, do you give a toss?
It’s bad, it’s grave, there’s a fine line in time so be brave.
So long Farewell À bientôt!
They’ve gone, now turn again
So long Farewell À bientôt!
The new will do you in
So long Farewell À bientôt!
And time and time again.
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6. |
Tongue Tied
03:44
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Weirdo in the hole – suffering away
Squinting at it all; pallid, but OK
Never say, never see, do not understand
Doesn’t need a hand
Human and evolved – got a better plan.
Right down to the wire
Killed by friendly fire
Tongue tied all the way.
Caught the undertow – being washed away
Manly but a mole; whimpering “Hooray”
Levitates in his seat, Army of Molemen
Waiting close at hand
Button that will call them all up to land.
Such a choochy face
Waiting in his place
Tongue tied all the way.
Right down to the wire
Killed by friendly fire
Tongue tied all the way.
Right down to the wire
Killed by friendly fire
Tongue tied all the way.
Right down to the wire
Killed by friendly fire
Tongue tied all the way.
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7. |
The Devil Is Coming Back
03:16
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And yes, the dark is going to rise
And there won’t be no open eyes any more
The lark will fall down from the skies
And rivulets of rusty rain will downpour
On his way
I say
On his way
The soil will flash electric eyes
The skies surmise it can’t be held any more
And boys and girls will be the wise
And all will see but not perceive the hidden claw
On his way
I say
On his way
You’ve got a lot of nerve, laughing at my words
Scorning all the pamphlets bundled in my haversack
I read it in the stars, tealeaves and the telly
All of them they tell me the Devil is Icumen back
And all the people will deny
They will not see at all the signs any more
And then too late what a surprise
They’ll see his face and spend their days in his maw
On his way
I say
On his way
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8. |
Love Puppet
03:53
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With a hand inside - love puppet cried
And a cross on high (and inside) - an escape denied (another sigh)
Wheels, rotating, locked and studded down
Latex stiffened, wand and plastic crown
Wheels, rotating, locked and studded down
Love puppet tries…
In a bed of sighs - love puppet lies
And it can’t disguise (can’t disguise) all the knots he ties (another time)
See the curtain - shadow ancient wiles
Wooden props and trinkets all in piles
Glassy eyes that focus distant miles
Love puppet smiles…
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9. |
Tender Moments
04:20
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In my final, tender moments
When I’ve done all there is to do
As I peer between misty curtains
For a last sweet glimpse of you
As my blood it starts to thicken
And my brain cells turn to glue
Well my touch it still remembers
Last time I was close to you
Lay my body, cold and empty
Feel the shadows come my way
Think of all the time ahead of me
All the bitter, burning days
In my final tender moments
When I hear the Devil’s call
And a horny host of cherubim
wait to watch my final fall
Lay my body, cold and empty
Feel the shadows come my way
Think of all the time ahead of me
All the bitter, burning days
In my final, tender moments
When there’s nothing more to be said
And you can do naught but look at me
As I lay my weary head
Lay my body, cold and empty
Feel the shadows come my way
Think of all the time ahead of me
All the bitter, burning days
Think of all the time ahead of me
All the bitter, burning days
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Steve Chenlz Brighton, UK
I'm Steve Chenlz. I write songs and record them.
I make music to please myself. I enjoy
the whole process of composition and recording and am learning more about production as I get older.
I share my music here just for the sake of sharing. No pretence or high ideals. If you choose to listen then thank you!
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