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Ringo was on the phone today
Told me he wasn’t feeling alright
The band broke up last night
I said Ringo you got this moniker
Sounds like you’re already a star
In your own right
Play your fills and keep time
Left handed man, right handed drum
You can stay and sleep on the couch
Tomorrow let’s go out
Ringo will you come over here
One more time you’ll be Billy Shears please
Make the band feel at ease
Play your fills and keep time
Make the band feel alright
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Looks like Mia Farrow
Believes in punk rock philosophy
Provide a solid backbone
Just where would your drummer be
I’m rolling on the ground
Tina Weymouth does make a sound
She’s never in your face
Had to be convinced to even play the bass
I’m rolling on the floor
She pretends to stop and then she wants more
I’m rolling on the ground
Tina tries to stand up well I just pull her down
I’m rolling on the ground
Tina Weymouth does make a sound
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Everything’s is cool
At the cemetery
Equal opportunities for everyone
Here lies Richard Feynman
A fine man indeed
Discoveries and mysteries and now he’s gone
Don’t you want to go there?
Electrons rule the universe
And all the molecules in you
Familiar and yet so bizarre
Gravity spins in some crazy ways
Atoms keep on crashing in my monkey mind
Time is curved
And I’m always late
Tea at six and waking up at midnight
Well don’t you want to go there?
Electrons rule the universe
And all the molecules in you
Familiar and yet so bizarre
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Several other freaks I see them when I step outside
Must be the season or something
We don’t make friends we just exist alongside
We got no plans for anything
And we don’t know about nothing
Well join the bus for special cases
Our special bus will not go places
Well you don’t need no quantum physics just to cure my cat
You need to whisper or something
A story about the days of young Mark Everett
They call him E or something
Well I don’t know about nothing
Well join the bus for special cases
Our special bus will not go places
Would be a load off my mind
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Put your helmet on
200 miles an hour
On your way back home
I hear they used X-rays
To look inside your head
But they can’t turn back time
No it’s not like the old days
Anymore
No it’s not like the old days
Anymore
Well not anymore
No not anymore
I hear they used machinery
Pumped air into your lungs
But they can’t turn back time
Well it’s not like the old days
Anymore
No it’s not like the old days
Anymore
No not anymore
Not anymore
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There was a time before I developed
A taste for the hard stuff
Francis Rossi turned everyone on
We have abandoned every coincidence
We boogie-woogie ‘till the moon’s gone
We have abandoned every coincidence
We boogie-woogie ‘till the moon’s gone
Francis Rossi turned everyone on
Francis Rossi turned everyone on
Francis Rossi turned everyone on
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I’m not yet blind
I’ve not yet lost my mind
The monkey says so the parrot says so
It happens all the time
I won the grand prix
Which no one could foresee
I stood there like a statue
and everyone stared in awe at me
my best friend his name is Tony
offers advice keeps saying to me
I can do it all again / ‘cos I’m talented like sin
I can do it all again / But where do I begin?
I’m not yet blind
I’ve not yet lost my mind
The monkey says so the parrot says so
It happens all the time
My best friend Tony the Hindu
Offers inspiration like Spanish flu
I can do it all again / ‘cos I’m talented like sin
I can do it all again / But where do I begin?
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I just got cable TV
Championship finals to see
I got home just in time
Phone off the hook
One thing on my mind
It’s not happening for Jimmy
Doesn’t matter at all
We still love you
Frame after frame up in smoke
Drink water and sit in your chair
I got home just in time
Got fingers crossed
One thing on my mind
It’s not happening for Jimmy
Doesn’t matter at all
I’ll take The Whirlwind to town
He’ll buy me some drinks
And show me around
He’ll teach me some tricks
We’ll find common ground
It’s not happening for Jimmy
Doesn’t matter at all
It’s not happening for Jimmy
Makes no difference at all
We still love you
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Frida Lyngstad came to my room
Miniskirt and duffle coat
We talked all night
While she took a bath
I think she’s not happy anymore
She cried like a child
But I offered consolation
And made her smile
I’ll treat you good, Frida
Just like I should, you know
Oh how you woke me up when we were younger
When I was a boy
I’ll treat you good, Frida
Just like I should, you know
There was a time when you used to show me the way
When I was a boy
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Jonathan & me were on a train that took us to the Velvet Underground
We were so excited and a little worried about the treble in their guitar sound
He was in the window seat while I tried not to smoke
We had to pay in advance
We had no money left
We had to drink from one can
It’s not a rock ‘n roll rock ‘n roll rock ‘n roll rock ‘n roll rock ‘n roll rock ‘n roll life
Jonathan & me were on a train we’d never been that far from home ground
Jonathan said look I won’t be coming back and when I get to New York I’ll stay around
It’s not a rock ‘n roll rock ‘n roll rock ‘n roll rock ‘n roll rock ‘n roll rock ‘n roll life
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Little Ian’s back
Another year of stumbling down the road
He’s alright
Nineteen sixty-five
And he’s fencing off the bitter square folks
Pick a fight
There’s a fish in a tree keeps staring at me
‘cos I’m the Upminster kid got the rhyme got the wit
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Real men do complain about most everything
The good guys closing in, well they got evidence
Oh Morrissey
Go back to Manchester
The roof you once slept under
And wear a smile
Oh Morrissey Morrissey
Stephen Patrick Morrissey
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Grass is good for thinking deep
I’ll take you to the park
I will help you up the steps
I’ll radiate authority
Just to make sure no one stares
I’ll make them stare at me
Stephen tell me, if you don’t know where we are
Then who does, well who does?
Stephen tell me, if you don’t know what we’re made of
Then who does, well who does?
Stephen tell me
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Hey there Bob Wilson, all is true
The eye in the pyramid cannot touch you
Long live the Discordians and wandering Jews
Come down from Sirius and blow our narrow minds
Robert Anton Wilson’s waves a phosphorescent sky
Well hey there Bob Wilson, all is true
The deep space priest is there for you, stuck in glue
Frozen in the jelly of honey-sweet history
A book for all seasons is like a knife for all purposes
Come down from Sirius and blow our narrow minds
We’ve got it hard these days to even see the signs
See the signs
I think you’re ready yes you are
Come down from Sirius and blow our narrow minds
Robert Anton Wilson’s waves a phosphorescent sky
It’s all over you
This is what you really desire
See the signs
Come down from Sirius and blow our narrow minds
Robert Anton Wilson’s waves a phosphorescent sky
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R Stevie Moore
You got so much more
You got so much more
You got everything
Half the record store
Baby baby baby come on
R Stevie Moore
Through your own dreamscape
A thousand miles of tape
You got everything
To keep our heads in shape
Baby baby baby come on
You got so much more
You got so much more
You got everything
Half the record store
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The born-agains they bring their families
There’s one on every corner
A righteous salesman behind every tree
I can’t do it alone
I can’t do it alone
So please don’t act spiritual
Don’t take the wrong way out
Robert crumb will guide us all through a life of lust and doubt
I’ll keep on trucking ‘till the sun goes down
Believers lurk in the shadows
Decent folks infesting my town
I can’t do it alone
I can’t do it alone
Please don’t act spiritual
Don’t take the wrong way out
Robert crumb will guide us all through a life of lust and doubt
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All the time
The sun will shine out of
My behind
I will upset you I stand
Stand unarmed
All the time
I got to write this down
Feed the sound
Back to the echo machine
Sounds like a dream
All the time
All the time
Sounds like a dream
Sounds like a dream
All the time
The sun will shine out of
My behind
I will upset you I stand
Stand unarmed
All the time
I got to write this down
Feed the sound
Back to the echo machine
Sounds like a dream
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Follow the river upstream
Alternate current it came to me as in a dream
Yesterday
And everyone has to be plugged in
Everyone has to be plugged innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Visualize to the smallest detail
A revolutionary new invention
And everyone has to be plugged in
Everyone has to be plugged in
Everyone has to be plugged innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
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Everything computes I might look like Santa Claus
I surely will reduce intuition to effect and cause
hey hey hey
hey hey hey
Algorithms rule baby science saved my life
While you sit down and prey all The Brights will simply sail away
And the captain of our ship is called
Daniel C Dennet
see Daniel Dennett
hey hey hey
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Oh Terry Gilliam
American boy surrounded by lads
Oh Gilliam
American boy surrounded by lads oh Gilliam
American boy surrounded by lads oh Gilliam
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released March 10, 2014
