1.Babooshka
(Babooshka, Babooshka)
She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do：
A pseudonym to fool him.
She couldn't have made a worse move.
She sent him scented letters,
And he received them with a strange delight.
Just like his wife
But how she was before the tears,
And how she was before the years flew by,
And how she was when she was beautiful.
She signed the letter
'All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!'
(Babooshka)
She wanted to take it further,
So she arranged a place to go,
To see if he
Would fall for her incognito.
And when he laid eyes on her,
He got the feeling they had met before.
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little lady,
Capacity to give him all he needs,
Just like his wife before she freezed on him,
Just like his wife when she was beautiful.
He shouted out, 'I'm
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-yaaaaaah!
(Babooshka-ya-ya!)
(Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka)
2.Delius (Song Of Summer)
(Delius)
Ooh, he's a moody old man.
(Delius)
Song of summer in his hand.
(Delius)
Ooh, he's a moody old man.
(Delius)
...in...in...in his hand.
(Delius)
...in his hand.
(Delius)
'Ta, ta-ta!
Hmm.
Ta, ta-ta!'
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah,
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah,
Delius,
Delius amat.
Syphilus,
Deus,
Genius, ooh.
(Delius)
To be sung of a summer
(Delius)
Night on the water.
(Delius)
Ooh, on the water.
(Delius)
'Ta, ta-ta!
Hmm.
Ta, ta-ta!
In B, Fenby!
Ta, ta-ta!'
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah,
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah,
Delius,
Delius amat.
Syphilus,
Deus,
Genius, ooh.
To be sung of a summer
Night on the water.
Ooh, on the water.
(us)
On the water.
3.Blow Away (For Bill)
One of the band told me last night
That music is all that he's got in his life.
So where will it go？
Surely not with his soul.
Will all of his licks and his R'n'B blow away？
Blow away
Blow away
Blow away
Blow away
Blow away
Blow away
Our engineer had a different idea
From people who nearly died but survived,
Feeling no fear of leaving their bodies here,
And went to a room that was soon full of visitors.
Hello Minnie, Moony, Vicious, Vicious,
Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny.
Please don't thump me,
Don't bump me,
Don't dump me back there.
Please don't thump me,
Don't bump me,
Don't dump me back there.
Please don't thump me,
Don't bump me,
I want to stay here.
Put out the light, then, put out the light.
Vibes in the sky invite you to dine (die - in KB Complete).
Dust to dust,
Blow to blow.
Bolan and Moony are heading the show tonight.
Hello Minnie, Moony, Vicious, Vicious,
Buddy Holly, Sandy Denny.
Please don't thump me,
Don't bump me,
Don't dump me back there.
Please don't thump me,
Don't bump me,
Don't dump me back there.
Please don't thump me,
Don't bump me,
I want to stay here.
4.All We Ever Look For
Just look at your father
And you'll see how you took after him.
Me, I'm just another
Like my brothers
Of my mother's genes.
All they ever want for you
Are the things they didn't do.
All they ever wanted - a little clue.
All they ever wanted - the truth.
All they ever wanted - a little bit of you.
All they ever wanted,
But they never did get.
The whims that we're weeping for
Our parents would be beaten for
Leave the breast and then the nest
And then regret you ever left.
All we're really looking for
Is another open door.
All we ever look for - another womb.
All we ever look for - is our own tomb.
All we ever look for - ooh, la lune.
All we ever look for - just a little bit of you, too.
All we ever look for,
But we never do score.
All we ever look for - a god.
All we ever look for - ooh, a drug.
All we ever look for - a great big hug.
All we ever look for - a little bit of you.
All we ever look for - a little bit of you, too.
All we ever look for,
But we never do score.
5.Egypt
Follow the Nile
Deep to much deeper.
The Pyramids sound lonely tonight.
The sands run red
In lands of the Pharoahs.
Their symmetry gets right inside me.
I cannot stop to comfort them.
I'm busy chasing up my demon.
I cannot stop to comfort them.
I'm busy chasing up my demon.
Oh, I'm in love
With Egypt.
My pussy queen
Knows all my secrets.
I'll never fall in love again.
I drift with dunes.
I whisper of the tombs.
They offer me Egyptian delights.
She's got me with that feline guise,
Got me in those desert eyes.
She's got me with that feline guise,
Got me in those desert eyes.
Oh I'm in love
Oh I'm in love
Oh I'm in love
With Egypt.
6.The Wedding List
No, I'll never give the hunt up,
And I won't muck it up.
Somehow this was it, I knew.
Maybe fate wants you dead, too：
We've come together in the very same room,
And I'm coming for you!
Do you think I'd ever let you
Get away with it, huh？
He swooned in warm maroon.
There's gas in your barrel, and I'm flooded with Doom.
You've made a wake of our honeymoon,
And I'm coming for you!'
'All of the headlines said 'Passion Crime：
'Newlyweds Groom Shot Dead
'Mystery Man.' God help the bride!
She's a widow, all in red,
With his red still wet.'
She said：
I'll put him on the wedding list!
I'll put him on the wedding list!
I'll get him and I will not miss.
Now, as I'm coming for you,
All I see is Rudi.
I die with him, again and again.
And I'll feel good in my revenge.
I'm gonna fill your head with lead
And I'm coming for you!
And when it's all over you'll roll over
The butt of my gun：
One in your belly, and one for Rudi.
You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie.
Bang-bang, Out! like an old cherootie,
And I'm coming for you!
'All of the headlines said 'Passion Crime：
'Newlyweds Groom Shot Dead
'Mystery Man.' God help the bride!
She's a widow, all in red,
With his red still wet, but
She sure got him on the wedding list.'
I got him on the wedding list!
I got him and I did not miss.
I pinned him on the wedding list!
'After she shot the guy,
She committed suicide.
I'm coming, Rudi!
'And later, when they analysed,
They found a little one inside.
Oh oh oh ahh.
'It must have been Rudi's child.'
I shot him, shot him, shot him, honey!
'Never mind, she got the guy.'
He hit the ground, Rudi!
'eye for an eye.'
Ashes to ashes to ashes
'An Eye for an eye.'
I hit him, hit him! Ah ah ah a-oh
'An Eye for an eye.'
Rudi! A-oh
'An Eye for an eye.'
Rudi! Coming, coming, coming, honey.
'An Eye for an eye.'
Rudi!
7.Violin
Four strings across the bridge,
Ready to carry me over,
Over the quavers, drunk in the bars,
Out of the realm of the orchestra,
Out of the realm of the orchestra.
Filling me up with the shivers.
Filling me up with the shivers and quivers.
Filling me up with the shivers.
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me：
Violin! Violin! Violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me：
Violin! Violin! Violin!
Paganini up on the chimney,
Lord of the dance,
With Nero and old Nicky.
Whack that devil
Into my fiddlestick!
Give me the Banshees for B.V.s,
Give me the Banshees for B.V.s.
Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny.
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-dee.
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me：
Violin! Violin! Violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me：
Violin! Violin! Violin!
Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny.
Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, Johnny.
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me：
Violin! Violin! Violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me：
Violin! Violin! Violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me：
Violin! Violin! Violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me：
Violin! Violin! Viol--in!
8.The Infant Kiss
I say good night-night.
I tuck him in tight.
But things are not right.
What is this？ An infant kiss
That sends my body tingling？
I've never fallen for
A little boy before.
No control.
Just a kid and just at school.
Back home they'd call me dirty.
His little hand is on my heart.
He's got me where it hurts me.
Knock, knock. Who's there in this baby？
You know how to work me.
All my barriers are going.
It's starting to show.
Let go. Let go.
Let go. Let go. Let go.
I cannot sit and let
Something happen I'll regret.
Ooh, he scares me!
There's a man behind those eyes.
I catch him when I'm bending.
Ooh, how he frightens me
When they whisper privately.
(Poor, stupid girl!)
Windy-wailey blows me.
Words of caress on their lips
That speak of adult love.
I want to smack but I hold back.
I only want to touch.
But I must stay and find a way
To stop before it gets too much!
All my barriers are going.
It's starting to show.
Let go. Let go.
(Don't let go)
Let go. Let go. Let go.
9.Night Scented Stock
Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
ahh
Ah-ah-ah ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
ooh
ohh-oh-ohhh
ohh-oh-ohhh
ohh-oh-ohhh
ohh-oh-ohhh
ohh-oh-ohhh
ohh-oh-ohhh
10.Army Dreamers
(B.F.P.O)
(Army Dreamers)
(Mammy's hero)
(B.F.P.O)
(Mammy's hero)
Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero.
Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder.
Your men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier.
'What could he do？
Should have been a rock star.'
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
'What could he do？
Should have been a politician.'
But he never had a proper education.
'What could he do？
Should have been a father.'
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Tears o'er a tin box.
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldn't win the war with ego.
Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
Now he's sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.
'What could he do？
Should have been a rock star.'
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
'What could he do？
Should have been a politician.'
But he never had a proper education.
'What could he do？
Should have been a father.'
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Oh What a waste of
Army dreamers.
Oh What a waste of
Army dreamers.
Army dreamers.
Army dreamers.
Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh.
Yea-de-do de-de-do-do.
(B.F.P.O)
Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh.
(Army Dreamers)
Yea-de-do de-de-do-do.
(Mammy's hero)
Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh.
Yea-de-do de-de-do-do.
(B.F.P.O)
Do-de-do-de-do-de-doh.
(Army Dreamers)
Yea-de-do de-de-do-do.
(Mammy's hero)
(B.F.P.O)
(No hard heros)
(Mammy's hero)
(B.F.P.O)
(Army Dreamers)
(Mammy's hero)
(B.F.P.O)
(No hard heros)
11.Breathing
Outside
Gets inside ooh
Through her skin.
I've been out before
But this time it's much safer in.
Last night in the sky, ooh
Such a bright light.
My radar send me danger
But my instincts tell me to keep
Breathing,
(out in out in out in)
Breathing,
(out in out)
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in.
We've lost our chance.
We're the first and the last, ooh
After the blast.
Chips of Plutonium
Are twinkling in every lung.
(ahh)
I love my
(ahh)
Beloved, ooh
All and everywhere,
(ahh)
Only the fools blew it.
(ahh)
You and me
(ahh)
Knew life itself is
(ahh)
Breathing,
(out in out in out in)
Breathing,
(out in out)
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out, out, out, out, out
'In point of fact it is possible to tell the
difference between a small nuclear explosion and
a large one by a very simple method. The calling
card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that
is far more dazzling than any light on earth, brighter
even than the sun itself, and it is by the duration
of this flash that we are able to determine the size
(What are we going to do without)
of the weapon. After the flash a fireball can be
seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust
and living things around the area of the explosion,
and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable
as the familiar 'mushroom cloud'. As a demonstration
of the flash duration test let's try and count the
number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very
small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized
bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful,
'high-yield' bombs.
(What are we going to do without？)
Ooh please,
(What are we going to do without？)
Let me breathe!
(What are we going to do without？)
Ooh quick, breathe in deep!
(We are all going to die without)
Oh, leave me something to breathe!
(What are we going to do without？)
Oh, leave me something to breathe!
(We are all going to die without)
Oh god please leave us something to breathe!
(What are we going to do without？)
Oh, life is...
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