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Go Go Smear The Poison Ivy (24.09.2007)
24.09.2007
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Rhubarbidoo
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Schoolsong Misfortune
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I Was Her Horse
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Winter (What We Never Were After All)
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Bless the weeds that grow on the yard
Just like rain and dust appear
Bless the dogs who talk to ferns
Let's, let's kiss the boys who pee in mud

Ooh ooh ooh ooh : Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh : Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Bless the weeds that grow on the yard
Just like rain and dust appear
Bless the dogs who talk to ferns
Let's, let's kiss the boys who pee in mud

Kiss the girls who clean the cheese
Bless the bee that clings and then leaves
Kiss the hart who spread manure
Here, go go smear the poison ivy
Let your crooked hands be holy

Bless the does who got too fat
Bless the bee that clings and then leaves
Kiss the hart who spread manure
Go go smear the poison ivy
Let your crooked hands be holy

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You're upon my eyes, a little bit
A little bit sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes

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Ooh, don't pull its legs! They're pulled
Don't squeeze it too hard up
Don't mash it up

Ooh, don't pull its legs! They're pulled
Don't squeeze it too hard up
Don't crush it up

If you snap it like a twig
Glue it back with little sticks
Put it back into the grass again

If you break a kitten's neck
You must shake its body and check
If it's still alive; be gone to sleep

If you snap it like a twig
Glue it back with little sticks
Put it back into the grass again

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These berries are eyes
Your eyes, my eyes
Birds turn their necks
To stare at them, long for them

The neck is a fruit
Your neck, my neck
To fruits turn their youth
(Biting), Scratching with feathers

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Feel, the moon pull your lover's blood up to the sky
Feel, the moon pull your lover's blood up to the sky
The sky...

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We throw our flutes, our little friends
Our lovely songs
On marmalade fires

We throw our folks, our pots and pans
Our dirty plants
On marmalade fires

We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires

We throw our house, our round blue skies
Our pretty hills
On marmalade fires

We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires

We throw our balls, our friendly toys
Our sister's hair
On marmalade fires

We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires

We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires

We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires

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Rhubarbidoo

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See the fog on the horizon?
It's dancing
and it smells like a teenager

See the bones behind my eyelids?
They're dancing
and they sound like tap-dancing shoes

See the bones behind my eyelids?
They're dancing
and they sound like tap-dancing shoes
Worms on the bones under beds of insomniac eaten teenagers
They whisper
and they sound like a crooked flute

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Schoolsong Misfortune

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I Was Her Horse

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Your glancing cracks your skin
Clear lights on dirty bulbs
Dirty bulbs

Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks
Guilty rocks

Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks
Guilty rocks

Your glancing cracks your skin
Clear lights on dirty bulbs
Dirty bulbs

Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks
Guilty rocks

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Winter (What We Never Were After All)

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