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alphonsus
will get you
Alphonsus will get you,
that's what she said.
The insane penguin held all the cards.
Obey ,or the cane will rain down ,little girl
Obey ,or feel the wrath of Alphonsus..
Alphonsus will get you...
Obey or feel the wrath of Alphonsus..
The world is still full of crazy fuckers.
My guardian angel joined the militia.
I open my paper ,
and there in blackink,
Alphonsus will get you,
Obey little girl...
Alphonsus will get you...
Obey or feel the wrath of Alphonsus..
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Liquor
alphonsus will get you
out of where
the town bike song
the long train of misery
a taste of the abyss
a lot to drink about
fearless freds shack
tomorrow inc.
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the long train
of misery
The long train of misery
pulled out at 9pm
bound for christmas day...
Presents ,wrecks and friends,
rush to stake their claim ,
as we lurch into the night
Silos block the moon,
their shadows cross my face,
morning won't come too soon...
My carriage awaits ,
devils overtake,
their asses sit with force,
my kingdom ...for a horse!
Smokers file past,
grimly taking to their task,
to speed the inevitable.
Ahead the flashing past,
it signals it's approach,
death where is your sting !
My carriage awaits,
devils overtake,
their asses sit with force,
my kingdom...for a horse !
Silos block the moon,
their shadows cross my face ,
morning won't come too soon...
the town bike
song
Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear
pink tights and hoop skirts and dildos (oh dear!)
they dance around with their steps that astound
and lashings of ginger beer!
kicked out of ballet school
two chicks! four tits! how cool!
they impart their wisdom on the masses
with wit, their moves and nice asses
Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear
pink tights! hoop skirts! and lashings of ginger beer!
Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear !
they dance around with steps that astound
chhh ooh ooh chhh AAH!
the good ship town bike is about to set sail
to wilder shores and beyond the pale
they'll round the horn with a jig and a reel
and roger the cabin boy will see to the keel
Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear
pink tights! hoop skirts! and lashings of ginger beer!
Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear !
they dance around with steps that astound
chh ooh ooh chh AAH!
Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear!
pink tights and hoop skirts and dildos (oh dear!)
they show the way that they know is the best with the light from their
illuminated breasts
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LIQUOR available as a separate Clare Moore cd at Bandcamp.
Digitlal album only.
out of where
Watching the mould grow,
hearing the paint peel,
you
remember your first car.
Little
wheels,tiny pedals ,
custom made ,
to get you out of there.
Putting a mat over the hole
in the floor,
you recall a grand tour.
Leaving the mill,
to see how far you need to go,
to get out of there.
To get out of there......
To get out of where ?
A taste of the
abyss
Men say.....
Men say that we
We don't possess a taste for ,
for the abyss
The irresistable urge to jump...
into the void
Well I must be,
I must be a man,
as it calls out to me..
To dive ,into its depths,
25 leagues below middle C.
Men say.....
Men say that we
We don't possess a taste for ,
for the abyss
The ground opens up,
he follows you in,
dank and sweet,
the dark closes in...
what then..what now...whatever ?
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fearless freds
shack
Dads sunburnt arm sticks out the car
We swelter in the back
as we watch our toys
blow from the roof of the
Holden station wagon
leaving a trail of fun we'll never have again
along the road to our lovely holiday
at Fearless Freds Shack
You pass by Mt Disappointment
just beyond the abbatoir
turn right at the gypsum mine
try not to breathe in for a time..
The road then turns into dirt track
ending at the local tip
but then you will have to turn back
you've gone past Fearless Freds Shack
That night just after having tea
the outside dunny
collapsed on Geraldine
the mirror fell on me
while sleepwalking Ruthie
caused world war three
by waking Denis up
he nearly called the cops
he was convinced you see
she was a gang of thieves
Denis slept upon a stretcher
bought there by the rubbish collector
woke the next day covered in bites
as his bed was full of mites
Helen got bit on the knee
by some creature of the sea
we should have taken Freds advice
always apply No Burn No Bite!
As if that wasn't all too much fun
Mum drove us to the town
to watch a picture show
while some charming fellow
siphoned off all our gas
leaving just enough
to almost make it back
through the dark fields
of scary cows
to Fearless Freds Shack
Unfortunately Patrick Moore
Missed out on all the fun
which must leave him forlorn
but he was not yet born!!
a lot to drink
about
One sip and I knew
I wouldn't get drunk that night.
The bells rang ,the wind blew
and I had a lot to drink about.
She was back in town,
fear reigned,worlds collided,
hearts sank,
What would be left once she'd moved on?
My cracked lips sting,
and I've got a lot to drink about
last time I saw her she was wearing something of mine.
She finds some john in a bar,
"hey little lady,I'm gonna buy you a drink,what do you think about
that ?"
Well the drink didn't touch the sides
and neither did he as he fell into her pit.
My cracked lips sting,
and I've got a lot to drink about
last time I saw her she was wearing something of mine.
One day the heat got too hot,
the wind moved on and the bells rang
in another part of her world..
all that was left were her boots...
I tried them on for size...
The tiles cracked under my heels..
Hey sunshine,lay down,
I'm gonna walk all over you !
My cracked lips sting,
and I've got a lot to drink about,
last time I saw her she was wearing something of mine.
My cracked lips sting
and
I've got a lot to drink about
next time she sees me I'll be wearing something of hers.
tomorrow inc.
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Incorporated.
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All songs written by Clare Moore , (C) Control
Produced arranged, written and played by Clare Moore
Lyrics to the
Third Woman?
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