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When All Our Troubles Are Over
When all our troubles are over I will hunt down all those who were cruel to you I will slay them with a peacock feather then raise them up in forgiveness with holy hands of gold I will force them to kneel and say ten yabba-dabba-doos.
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This City Swallows Sweethearts Whole
This city swallows sweethearts whole with a tarmac tongue and a concrete soul lovers from the suburbs, bagheads from Beswick psychopathic pavements, rivers of sick a bleary-eyed tragedy of electric night
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- 595 reads
O Where Is The Wild Wet Night?
O where is the wild wet night where we walked In friendship's youthful bloom? O where the dark lane, the black winter woods The moorland's lonely gloom? O where flew the friends of smooth ruddy cheek
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What Is Your Favourite Mode Of Transportation?
Mine is a covered wagon on the old Oregon trail headed for California where the peaches grow and the grapes on the vine are purple-soft as twilight Mine is a train bound for Siberia screaming like a scalded devil
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The Captain Has His Orders
The Captain has his orders and in the suburbs tonight he reads to his children all dark-eyed by the dim lamplight head full of autumn, yellow streetlight radio voices, floorboards creak and faraway dogs in the night
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- 540 reads