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Ventriloquizzing
04:09
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2 romantically lit
ostriches
shake their tail feathers
at one another
Speak
Without moving your lips
a ventriloquist
sips
from a
glass of water
We’ve got nothing up our sleeves we can’t even breathe
We move our arms when you pull our strings We move our arms when you pull our strings
We occasionally blink
our eyelids
We speak but we don’t think
We make each other sick
Effing and blinding
cos we can’t say what we mean
We just sit there on your knee pathetically
We’ve got nothing up our sleeves we can’t even breathe
We move our arms when you pull our strings We move our arms when you pull our strings
We move our arms when you pull our strings x loads
We’ve got nothing up our sleeves we can’t even breathe
We move our arms when you pull our strings We move our arms when you pull our strings
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It begins with a tortoiseshell bruise
8 shades of black
8 shades of blue
16 shades of black & blue
I’ll beat you black I’ll beat you blue
I’ll beat you 16 shades of black & blue
I’ll beat you black i’ll beat you blue
I’ll paint you black I’ll paint you blue
I’ll paint you 16 shades with different colour hues
16 shades of black and blue
I’ll beat you black I’ll beat you blue
8 shades of black
8 shades of blue
I’ll beat you black & blue
16 shades of black & blue
I’ll beat you black I’ll beat you blue I’ll beat you black I’ll beat you blue
16 shades of black and bluex2
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3. |
Cat Got Your Tongue
03:54
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You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
Has the cat got your tongue?
You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
Has the cat got your tongue?
Has the cat got your tongue?
You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
Was it on the tip of your tongue?
You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
Has the cat got your tongue?
Has the cat got your tongue?
You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
Has the cat got your tongue?
Has the cat got your tongue?
Has the cat got your tongue?
You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
Has the cat got your tongue?
You don’t know which side your bread is buttered on
Has the cat got your tongue?
Has the cat got your tongue?
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4. |
Taiwanese Boots
02:44
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Skinny whip cappuccino
Drunk with arpeggio’s
Not everyone can afford to eat as healthily as you do
So we watch you chew
Wearing Taiwanese boots made of Taiwanese leather
Iced caramel macchiato
Sipped with pizzicato
A scooped out avocado filled up with bamboo
Not everyone can be like you
We eat processed meat
Wearing Taiwanese boots made of Taiwanese leather
Soya mochachino
With a twist of cinnamon
Nibbling cous cous and sucking lemons
Licking hummus off a plastic spoon
You look ridiculous
Wearing Taiwanese boots made of Taiwanese leather
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5. |
Yo Yo
03:10
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You change your mind when the wind blows
You change your mind when the wind blows
Did no one ever tell you no?
Did no one ever tell you no?
You go up & go down like a yoyo
You go up & go down like a yoyo
You know even less than you think you know
You know even less
Than you know
You change your mind when the wind blows, You change your mind when the wind blows
----------------------------------------------------
Follow the lines on the arrows
Follow white lines on white arrows
We walk around you in circles
We stand up on our tiptoes
You go up & go down like a yoyo
You go up & go down like a yoyo
Did no one ever tell you no?
Did no one ever tell, you no?
You change your mind when the wind blows, You change your mind when the wind blows
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You go up & go down like a yoyo, You go up & go down like a yoyo, You go up & go down like a yoyo
You go up & go down like a yoyo, You go up & go down like a yoyo, You go up & go down like a yoyo
You go up & go down like a yoyo, You go up & go down ,like a yoyo
You change your mind when the wind blows, You change your mind when the wind blows
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6. |
Pills
02:59
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Silver foil trays in boxes 16 red and yellow capsules
Printed in black & white on adhesive labels
These little pills may give you dizzy spells
These little pills
We read medical articles taken from medical journals
Ghost written by doctors who prescribe
What the pharmaceuticals provide
These little pills may give you dizzy spells
These little pills
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These little pills may give you dizzy spells
These little pills may give you dizzy spells
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Pissing themselves as they stack their shelves with bottles of pills which make you ill
Silver foil trays in boxes 16 red and yellow capsules
These little pills may give you dizzy spells
These little pills
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7. |
Ok
02:48
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Dugout a scrapbook of pictures from your childhood
Flicked through it page by page
A runny nose with pigtails next to bicycles avoids polaroids like the plague
Let me whisper in your ear and tell you it will be okx3
Let me whisper in your ear and tell you it will be okx4
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8. |
Minestrone
04:31
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Anti-clockwise I ran backwards seven times in seven circles circling, I held my breath several times
I heard the sound of the devils electric windows ascending, and his car keys jangling
In his right hand he held a thermos flask
Charcoal grey farahs creased beneath a zipped up anorak
Wearing Taiwanese boots made of Taiwanese leather,
Measured five ft eleven, the devil was Caucasian
He unscrewed the cap and poured the soup out in dribs & drabs which dripped around the perimeter of the opening to the thermos flask
My left arm started shaking, his outstretched hand approaching
His hair combed from left to right above NHS spectacles
He knew the kings of England and he quoted fights historical
He leaned forwards and he whispered softly to me
He told me what the flavour was,
Minestrone
I took a sip and as it trickled down my throat i saw Mephistopheles giggle to himself
The vauxhall cavalier’s electric windows descending, windscreen wipers wiping
Ash flicked from one of twenty cigarettes that sat next to the devil’s picture book above the cassette deck
At regular intervals his finger tapped the steering wheel
Humming the chorus to pal rakes and the prophets
Semi-detached, the devil’s house was pebble dashed
Along the main artery from the roundabout to the cul-de-sac
The wallpaper painter geraniums in recurring floral patterns
From the skirting board to the coving footsteps tap tap tapping
Watching flies draw parallelograms beneath light fixtures
Over three thousand paperbacks stacked of science fiction
A two bar electric fire coughed up chewed up splinters
Written on the window with the devil’s little finger
Minestrone
Seven starlings descended in curls from chandeliers which flew in a figure of eight around my ankles
From sycamore trees double winged seeds corkscrewed down like helicopter blades
I picked up the four of clubs...
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9. |
Spilt Milk
02:28
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Wrap up all your troubles and awkwardness
Put them into cardboard boxes
And leave them there
I hope you were only joking
Cos how can you fix something when
You don’t know why it’s broken
It’s no good crying over spilt milk x loads
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10. |
Tinsel & Glitter
04:37
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Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air, sometimes I don’t
We could stick our fingers in our ears; we could stick our fingers in our ears, yeah
A pair of stilettos can’t hit the high notes, dressed up in ribbons and bowsx2
We sit in the gutter surrounded by tinsel & glitter x2
A pair of red shoes can’t sing the blues
Dance sequenced synced to sequenced visuals
A pair of red shoes can’t sing the blues
Divides up the crowd into male & female
We blend in with the furniture surrounded by tinsel & glitter x2
Tin-sel & glit-ter
A pair of stilettos can’t hit the high notes
Divides up the crowd into male & female
A pair of red shoes can’t sing the blues
Dance sequenced synced to sequinned visuals
We sit in the gutter surrounded by tinsel & glitter
Tin-sel & glit-ter x2
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11. |
Universe
04:24
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You love to hear the sound of your own voice x4
You are not the centre of the x3
Universe
There is no centre of the universe x 8
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