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Food Stamp Stomp
03:39
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Department is a-coming
It says hello
Accountants of the penny holes
Keep ribbons in a row
This is the corporation
This is administration
Agriculture management
Nutrition facts below
High-quality paper with watermarks on
Budgeted poverty
Multinational
Property situation
Working class exclamation
Keep calm, read the corny books
Undistorted competition
Victims of superstition
Ravens over radiation
Keep the cables warm
Guerre aux chateaux, paix aux chaumières
Guerre aux chateaux, paix aux chaumières
Als ich wieder mal vor lauter Hass nicht einschlafen konnte
Als ich wieder mal vor lauter Hass nicht einschlafen konnte
Klingelte es plötzlich an der Tür
A guy said here’s your part
Look what you got
We think that’s fair, you have enough flair
I rubbed my eyes, he rubbed his hands
You miss the truck drivers and their jokes
You miss their coughing and their laughing
Be true to your road, be thankful, get old
Keep calm, here’s your content bill
I rubbed my eyes, he rubbed his hands
I rubbed my eyes, he rubbed his hands
I rubbed my eyes, he rubbed his hands
I rubbed my eyes, he rubbed his hands
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Handwritten Notes
04:23
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I was at a funeral three weeks ago
The preacher, I knew him, I had all of his records
He went through the rows and spoke to us forcefully, forcefully
He held a book in his right hand and quoted from it loudly
In the book were handwritten notes of the deceased
Then the preacher came to the line the deceased considered the most moving part
The preacher stopped in front of me and my wife, with the book, and he pointed at this certain page, so we could read the words clearly, all the small handwritten letters, committed to paper with ink and with a pencil and a ballpen
The preacher held the book, and my wife began to read
The preacher’s eyes welled up with tears
The Australian’s eyes welled up with tears
My eyes welled up with tears
Everybody’s eyes welled up with tears
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The useless loud prattle, the wedding bells
The la-di-da staginess
The mercenaries of consumption
And the calculated mess
The lulling, sweet music
The superficial love
The idle waiters in that ol’ café watch my notebook from above
The language of advertising
The dating hell
The obstrusiveness of madness
The caravans of yell
The terrorists of the promise
The messed up heart
The pleasure addiction of Hanky and me keeps my world falling apart
The rapists of fortune
Are frightened at the cabaret
Where the dancers of oblivion
Were all lead astray
The stunted critics
The scriptwriters-manqué
The horror of civility in the communiqué
The fops of conformism
The freedom of the press
The losers of relevance
The noise of senselessness
The fops of conformism
The freedom of the press
With strong-minded Andy and Hanky I’ll whitewash
The noise of senselessness
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Monkey Girl
03:51
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I’m living with a monkey girl
She makes me laugh and sometimes makes me cry
She turns my life upside down
I give her bananas in return
She is young and sweet
Just fourteen inches tall
She’s dancing through the streets
And laughing at the people
They are working hard
Just to buy their shit on Saturday afternoons
We don’t need nothing
We feed ourselves with love and sometimes jungle pie
We wonder why people stand in line for so long, for so long
We talk about monosaccharides
As she hides her bottles from me
But our multicultural dreams have not failed, have not failed
Our multicultural dreams have not failed, have not failed
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