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I’ma gonna build myself a time machine
On particle physics and the power steam
It runs on diesel oil and Donnie Darko daydreams
Packed a pair of socks and a hunting riffle
Change of underwear and some snacks to trifle
Scared of going back you know how I’m forgetful
To go back and to see the way things really used to be
Not the way we remember them at all
Packed up, sat in my DeLorean
Like some kind of amateur historian
I’ll visit the Renaissance and the Romans, the Victorians
Drinking in Deadwood in the 1880s
Rock and roll and drive thrus in the 1950s
Trying not to change things so the plot lines don’t get shitty
To go back and to see the way things really used to be
Not the way we remember them
To go back and to see the way things really used to be
Not the way we remember them at all
Cause I can’t recall, you tell it to me false
What if everything were to change completely
If you just saw a replay of the crucial scenes
From the passenger window of a time machine
In truth the real reason that I built this here machine
Was just to travel back a couple of years
To when we first met before the fights and tears
To a time when you and I first got together
Simple days and simple words like “forever”
Dripped off our tongues, come on you must remember
To go back and to see the way things really used to be
Before life quietly dismembers
All the best things about you and I before the doubts
Drowned out all of the mirth and mercy
Come on baby please you must remember
Please remember
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Checkpoint Charlie
02:06
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Inflammable material, rebellion in stereo
An action without consequence is shouting in a void
Broken glass, busted lips, wild eyes and moving hips
The purpose of a revolution is to be overjoyed
You know they've got your name and number
But they can't put your soul in a code
Every scene needs a whistleblower
Everyone needs a collapse to call their own
So come on baby climb over the wall
The first step in disobedience is nothing at all
You got to run run run run
To the rhythm
And find someone to catch the bricks when you fall
Repeat
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Just Fine
02:10
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I'll ask him about the lyrics later
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Eat what you are while you're falling apart
And it opened a can of worms
The gun's in my hand and I know it looks bad
But believe me I'm innocent
I'm fearful I'm fearful I'm fearful of flying
And flying is fearful of me
I covered my eyes when she told me the news
Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues
Are you coming?
Nicotine stained on account of her crutch
And I'm aching from fucking too much
I know what I do but it all comes to you
Did you sell me to wanderlust?
I'm fearful I'm fearful I'm fearful of flying
And flying is fearful of me
I covered my eyes when she told me the news
Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues
Read more: McLusky - Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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Lowlands
01:55
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It being a hundreds of years old song, the lyrics tend to vary. But here's what I'm singing
I dreamed a dream the other night,
Lowlands, Lowlands, away
I dreamed a dream the other night,
Lowlands away.
I dreamed my love came in my sleep,
Lowlands, Lowlands, away
Her cheeks were wet; her eyes did weep.
Lowlands away.
She came to me as my best bride
Lowlands, Lowlands, away
All dressed in white like some fair bride.
Lowlands away.
No sound she made - no word she said,
Lowlands, Lowlands, away
And then I knew my love was dead.
Lowlands away.
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6. |
Amelia on the Moon
04:33
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Used to be an anchor
Now you’re just a weight
Used to catch the trains on time
Now they’re always running late
Spoke to the burning bed
Got caught up in the rush
Acted out on devil’s words
And just ended up crushed
Libidinous desire
Altar of fucking up
Hands and knees
Pain comes in threes
Born outside looking up
You disappeared into the trees
I drank from your broken cup
Don’t want to see you
Can’t wait to be you
Put an arrow through your ribs
Cause this is what we’re dealing with
Someone did bestow me
With visions born of being someone new
Smoke out of your lungs
Mischief in your eyes
The tongues in which you speak to me
Are always a surprise
Serpentine and delicate
Ribs stab through your skin
Searching for the magic words
So you can let me in
(Chorus)
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