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Dynamite
00:55
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dynamite is good,
it’s a word we use to show that something’s good,
so in a word we can say ‘dynamite’
and people know that it is good….
oh the world is full of dynamite
we say that dynamite is good,
it’s a word we use to show that something’s good,
so in a word we can say ‘dynamite’
and people know that it is good….
oh the world is full of dynamite
we say that dynamite is good,
it’s a word we use to show that something’s good,
so in a word we can say ‘dynamite’
and people know that it is good….
oh the world is full of dynamite
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Anagrams
04:17
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you can’t possibly sleep there, you’ll get covered in anagrams
you might choke on monoxide out in the traffic jams
while if you enter my sphere, a calm silhouettes you
if you drop off to sleep here the psalms are certain to get you
god is a creep, but you can’t knock him
hides behind sleep, so you cannot ever clock him
sleep in my bed, it’s a warm promise
empty your head from the vomit that flows from this
situation that we’re in, a shameful compromise
between bad engineering, and sandman in your eyes
if you crash in the kitchen you’ll meet the poltergeist
his behaviour’s bewitching, and he acts like he knows jesus christ
he changes bread into cup cakes and presses his head so it takes on the shape of snakes
but in my room all the objects you see form a womb of comfort they don’t perplex you
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Air
02:54
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i don’t know where you’re leading me but it is sure to be somewhere where it’s nice to be when i want to be somewhere
and I don’t know what you’re feeding me but i want more of those nice ingredients: s’pose i am just plain greedy for your love
you give me air to breathe and a little bit more so that it’s there to see –
the incredible story of a pair of thieves who each other’s heart lawlessly did steal
bless us, we have the makings of the finest thieves ever set foot in the bank – a big thank you note saying ‘i’ve got a gun’
i’ll appear with the takings, wow! and you’ll be driving the getaway car, motoring through the suburbs with our love –
cos in a life of crime it’s important to be
a little organized - that’s important to me
to keep the weekends free for that slice of time in your company.
and when you’re out of law and your luck is in
(luck is in a little more of a good way than you’d imagine)
you get more from banks than you put in them: happy days.
we’ll become international, then stateless – resident in casinos,
take our chances, advantage! like a drinky-winky
super cars and luverly credit cards be our companions in life’s dilemmas - big spenders with our money and our love..
because to me it seems quite imperative to begin eliminating the negative and to win old freedom’s dreams not in raffles but in the great outdoors.
and in a life of crime it’s important to be
a little organised - that’s important to me
to keep the weekends free for that slice of time in your company
you give me air to breathe and a little bit more so that it’s there to see –
the incredible story of a pair of thieves who each other’s heart lawlessly did steal
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Telepathy
01:34
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sur une plage sous un soleil jaune je rêve d’un oiseau qui chante une chansonne vraiment triste
il chante la joie qu’il ne connait pas; même que personne ne connait
je pense à toi, et aux vagues qui me ballaient.
et je me demande pourquoi la vie et si plate?
mon oiseau dort, les yeux fermés, l’air s’evanouit à toute hâte – un oiseau mort, o, tué par une chatte.
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want a word of advice? (to make you think twice)
a watched radio never boils and the nicest plants grow in nice soils
the sunflower seed has all we need it’s very nice, makes sunflowers and oils. want a piece of my mind? (not the hurting kind)
you can’t hurry love – it’s sacred – it needs nurturing like unbaked bread
and if you’re wise you’ll see it rise
or if you’re blind you’ll hear it instead.
are you speaking to me? speak civilly!
i ain’t hooked on going fishing but there’s plenty fish live on the wing
they shudder by, rotate the eye - they gawp at me a funny old thing
i’m a boy who’s hooked on loving
i’m a girl who’s hooked on loving
even spitter’s hooked on loving
yeah old spitter’s hooked
he’s hooked on love
he’s hooked on love
he’s really hooked
old spitter’s really hooked on old love
all the boys are hooked on loving
and the girls are hooked on loving
ev’rybody’s hooked on loving
yeah we’re hooked on love
we’re hooked on love
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Dogface
02:00
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call my cat dogface and see how the time flies
watch the time fly when you call my cat dogface
the world names its babes in a similar way
singing races at breakfast and tactfully leaving
the gun or the book to be found in the cot, on bed
and thus dines the day on army and on sex
call my cat dogface and see how the time flies
watch the time fly when you call my cat dogface
my dear old grandfather spent his time making
those old plaster ceilings against which forks scraping
and so it goes on til we all hard a-sleeping
hailèd by insomniacs,
you’ll see why it is that I call my cat dogface
calling my cat dogface and see how the time flies
watch the time, watch the time,
watch the stupid television
watch it in the launderama
orbiting in inner space
dirty, dusty, atmospheric, inert, waiting for the chance to call my cat dogface
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Some
05:59
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you scare the living daylights out of me when you dust the furniture like that o mummy
must you dust the furniture like that?
err it was in my teens the maxim struck, that all activity is neurotic!
all activity is neurotic! all activity is neurotic!
some
when i get up each morning in the dark, with the lark i touch the pane of glass – it’s neutral
what a lark and what a pane of glass
and what a system there has come to pass
get your head down, down, down, down, down, down.
take the time to drink just one cup of coffee
time to write a letter to david
time to put the leeks in the saucepan
some
and ev’ry day bears out the facts until the mind is cleansed of taint
the television can’t be clean and human beings can’t relax
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8. |
Boxers Vs Wrestlers
01:15
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i had a friend who fled his friends feeling sick of it all. he fell in with some social dregs, drunkards, thugs and rotten eggs, embezzlers and molesters
hmmm
boxers versus wrestlers
he’d run away but couldn’t hide and then one day… we knew it couldn’t last –
attacked at once from every side, with sticks and stones and cries and moans of voices from his past, and not surprisingly, he died… a wealth of millstones round his neck, a wreath of aspidistras
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Tunnels
05:08
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it seems quite incredible that although a tunnel may be dark at the beginning it is much darker in the middle and, once enveloped, the light at the end is not always there
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Apply
03:14
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i can still remember how, free of any care, i sat in some fashionable bar where i thought: yes! i’m living for the now… and everything that’s gone before, used up, stated and expired… (like the old juke box that played all those hits of yesterday yesterweek yesteryear) …
need you… be there… stop at nothing…
make the past serve the present.
nothing i did seemed to work out right…
(systems that are nominally perfect)
and all i could remember was something about …
learning to obey the law. in a world of pastimes learning certainly can be quite low on anyone’s list, but a learning great as this takes prime time and a bit of …
clarity: it’s sometimes so hard to think, to think clearly and well
enough and long enough so it’s sometimes easier just to forget everything and start again…
hmmm not quite.
acting on your suggestion i tried application, but hadn’t taken account of the gravity of the problem…
make the past serve the present…
you may ignore if you should choose: the wolf at the door or black or white or girl or boy or rich or poor
but many things and everywhere and evermore – you can’t ignore the things you know… anymore.
people all over the world have grievances:
sometimes it’s not enough for them to hope
sometimes it’s not enough for them to vote
sometimes it’s not enough for them to joke with you.
remember, all over the world
and remember throughout time and remember throughout history
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Office Occasion
03:41
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i could try to explain how i’m fresh out of any good luck
explanations are lame – i’m a sitting duck
it’s an obvious ploy
acting stupid and helpless and dumb
i’m an obvious boy – i’m an old sore thumb
i can act unobtrusive
i can be out of sight but
I can’t suffer the day’s abusiveness
and stay up half the night
cos it’s no use and it’s not right.
so when you look at me
don’t me troubled by my expression
i’m just sad as can be –
it’s called depression.
good times might come my way –
statistical possibility
wouldn’t know what to say –
i’m a real pity
i’m a boa constrictor
who’s just swallowed a brick gulp
i can’t pretend a famous victory
when the battle’s so thick
cos it’s no use
and it’s a trick.
fortunately i’ve got cakes and tv to console my iq from the bad things we do –
it’s a good life
good as a stroll down the subway
a good stroll down the subway
a good stroll down the subway
a good stroll down the subway
a nice stroll down the subway
gadgets abound
there are plenty around
electric and sinister,
there is something missing from my life
not that i’m knocking it - you can’t
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Origin
01:41
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let’s find something really big and call it a god
let’s find something really big and call it a god
‘where did it come from?’ everyone needed to know that one thing –
origin
well look, let me tell you – the tiffinin was deafening
‘but where did it come from?’ the little little little nin.
‘what would you like for christmas, little boy?’
‘a love affair that’s bigger than the both of us, sir.’
hmmm
let’s find something really big and call it a god
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Hello
05:06
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hello. how are you?
i’m alright. no i’m not
good morning. i’m doing fine
good. i’m going out of my mind
oh no. it’s happening again
i wish i could understand the things that cause you such pain
the place where i live is run like a hive
i talk to myself too, not just other people –
that’s too exclusive
communication ends or never begins
i say things like ‘honey, your lid is attractive’
and lose all my friends
hello again. take a seat. sit down
my happiness is complete
oh well. hard luck. never mind
we live in an age of milk and spillage
emotion comes frozen and as it expires
there’s much more in the fridge
i go shopping for one
seek bargains and fun
find holes in my pockets and cracks in my windows
seek ice in the sun
i’m tired. il est tard. il fait froid
life’s so hard
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14. |
Top, Top, Top
01:08
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i’m not such a fool
i’m not so unkind
i suppose we’re all of the same mind
blind, cruel, all of the same
mind, hang on a spring
wind up and you go
go to and fro
vacillate, show, bring things, sing off your head’s top,
top, top of your head
base, base of your bed
clocks tick through the night
morning’s alright, bright, light, trite –
i must dash
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Officer! has always been around, from its inception in 1984 to the present day. Invariably Mick Hobbs is at the thick of it, with an ever-increasing range of collaborators, participants and guests. Due for release in 2021 is Officer’s next big item – a rousing set of thumping tunes that pay hommage to the unforgettable and unforgotten Cornelius Cardew. ... more
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