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Molly, Dear Molly
02:26
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If she died when I was born
O, my mother’s secret sworn
A part of me so secretly
Made me cry so bizarrely
Molly, Molly
Sister Molly
In my mind
A pretty Polly
Molly, Molly
Sister Molly
because the world
Is full of folly
Fell to earth, so it would seem
So unreal, so damn mean
Watching like a dead relative
Spirit guide with more to give
Is she alive, I’d like to know?
Alone in the night so low
Though the years have washed her away
I know her star will always stay
Molly, Molly
Sister Molly
I remember you
Whoever you are
Molly, Molly
My dear Molly
Continue to be
My shining star
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2. |
Silly Holocaust
02:46
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Scared that it’s forbidden
Though it may be hidden
A star is enough to pierce and
Kill a heart
The idea it slays me
Nuremberg it shall be
The royal jester tickles us
For a start
The law we shall obey
September is today
As we love the sickening
Of our nation
We’re silent in the night
We’re silent in the day
And we laugh at our
Own accommodation
Silly, silly holocaust
Hegar cries for what she’s lost
Funny how a star is born
Cuts your hair and then is gone
So take up the iron
The Elders of Zion
Make their people insane
As we all board the train
But they say it isn’t
Funny anymore
So give my blood away
Buy me a dog today
A funny little pun
Now there’s no need to run
But it really isn’t
Funny anymore
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3. |
We of the Mountain
06:30
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Now we’ve come dear to the end
as I see you’ve found me out
Decide what you think best to do
stay silent or raise a shout
Singing ‘up, scup, and scully, fa-la-la’
Singing ‘up, scup and scully, fa-la-lee’
Will you have them break my neck?
I just can’t let that be
So now my love I turn on thee
I have to don’t you see
Looked into her eyes, her eyes
I’ve looked into her eyes
And seen the murder that there lies
I’ve seen where murder lies
Ever since we found ourselves at large
upon this mountainside
The blood I want and want to see
has become too hard to hide
So, said I, this mountain’s cold
what has it done to you?
Will it be responsible
for ending our lives too?
I don’t want you to live like this
and I don’t care if I die
So she raised her hammer above
but a tear came to her eye
I don’t care if I die, I die
I don’t care if I die
It’s up to you to say goodbye
It’s up to you, goodbye
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4. |
Blue is Best
03:18
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While I was walking by blue towers
I heard a voice twixt dark hours
Blue is beautiful, blue is best
I’m blue, I’m beautiful, I’m best
Vote conservative
and keep off the grass
Down with this
coloured hiliotrope farce
Man the barricades, dog them all
Property is sacred
lettuces are blue
We are blue-oo-oo
We are blue-oo-oo
He is king
the baddest they’ve ever had
A room full of sugar, rotter, cad
Pardon again my evil mirth
To the moon, from the Earth
Zebedee has lost his power
Blue reigns supreme
That yellow, now blue
Now Dougal dog
Feed him sugar and cream
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5. |
A Name to Curse
05:38
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He said that it’s all cosmic
I believe that to be so
But what can help can hinder
And both can come and go
Fate would often spare me
Help arriving just in time
I began to see a pattern
If reality infringed too far
Once there was a vision
A thought, an idea
But now these random
acts of kindness
Are more or less than they appear
So come, give me a name to curse
For there is something
trying to ground me
I wonder what it is?
Surely it cannot be
those spirits I imagined
The ones who have gone on before
The ones who dispatched by lucky chance
When I wandered alone in the nighttime
For who are you to keep me down?
Three steps forward
That’s merely the reversed side
Do you believe in deities?
Or do you really want to live?
It’s so easy to curse the divine
Thus do I curse their possibilities
Know Lucifer is dwelling
That’s all she can do
Thus I began to wonder
Are there really no signs
written in the stars?
No! I’m not led by those stars, no way
Not for Possibilities that are far away
So come, give me a name to curse
I’ve forgotten how happiness feels
It hasn’t been here for a long, long time
I cannot listen to my own thoughts
That which is loudest is who I am
For calcium ovals induce a flatness
That is strange to behold
I lack all feeling
When long absent friends return
Excitement is an enemy
They only succeed with apathy
So where are you now
when my window shatters?
The pieces are still sharp
and that’s what matters
So come, give me a name to curse
Shall I become a butterfly?
The aspect doth not please
Each new morning is
another night got through
Something I will never have to do
Something you will never have to do
Nothing is eternal
The world is not eternal
That’s all that I can say
We all move a little bit here
a little bit there
Until we shall all fall off one fine day
So come, give me a name to curse
Something to bring
pleasure to you others
Though quite obscure it may be
The triviality of life is life
And beyond that I cannot see
So come, give me a name to curse
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6. |
Hewey Dewey
04:01
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For everything a place
And a place for the place
It’s 025.431 D519d
To love Wagner’s music
To love Disney’s colour
Is to love the order that grows
broader, broader, dividing, broader
Hewey Dewey
Say it the way it sounds
Caught on with camping grounds
Reform to make it shorter
shorter, simpler, shorter
Something to overlook
The way of his mother
So what number is there for the
Torah, Torah, Torah, Torah?
The doctors and nurses
They don’t keep good order
All day long it’s 610 to 619
So in this place I sit
Behold this will of mine
As I creep through metal vine
on one knee, there is no time
000 to 999
A Classification and Subject Index
for Cataloguing and Arranging
the Books and Pamphlets of a Library
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7. |
The Hemlock Drinker
04:50
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Take a look at the sun
It’s blue because I want it to
Just look at that tree
The one behind me
I’m crazy like a dingo
Except I have no pride
The light hurts my eyes
So I shut it outside
You may scold me
But I know not why
The hemlock became His blood
By and by
And the closer to my side
The more I deride
The closer to my side
The more I deride
I want to do what’s right
Be that murder or rape
Why do I show my love
Through a philosophy of hate?
By my side is truth
Nail and tooth
But I’ll do what they say
Come what may
And Socrates is turning in his grave
To see us living our lives in a cave
The only cup we take is full of blood
Perpetuating mud from mud
And all the evidence comes swirling, swirling, round
Your people, isolated, like islands, all around
Blue is the colour of the sun like your face
Blue is the colour of the sun like your face
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8. |
Some Great Animal
04:57
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O, blessed coolness
the day it has gone
Some great animal
friend and helper is at work
The Rat and the Mole
slip into this silver kingdom
An island calling the chosen
where the birds don’t sing
Listening in the dawn for some animal
Like far away music
beautiful, strange and new
It hurts to listen
a call that is surely for us
Look into the very eyes
curved horns, shaggy limbs
But the vision soon fades
and here we find the otter child
Are you afraid?
Are you afraid?
No panic terror
The greatest gift to know
As I loose the snare
you may glimpse me there
For surely you shall forget
Forget
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9. |
Mundum Odi
04:04
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Varied entries
A journal of hatred
Man is blood
Yahoos all
Misanthropic wine
Isolated
Semblance of one
Negative cynicide
Gaia’s in the forest
With sorrow all around
I walk through these paddocks
A loneliness sound
I am the Trees
Away from the Trees
I am the Trees
Away from the Trees
A screamed Nocturne
Unlit wisdom
The dark before there was light
Mind’s eye abyss
Take this Devil
And revile it
Shadow dream
A new dawn
Hate a man
Hate a man
Hate a woman just
as fast as you can
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Once, when I was out walking, further than ever before
I came upon a small clearing, and this is what I saw
Dancing young women, leaping through the air
All singing together, naked without a care
Grant us child and a belly that heals
Mmm mmm
Spinning wheels on maiden heels
Mmm mmm
Come let that light shine on us
Mmm mmm
The kick inside and all that fuss
Mmm mmm
Spinning wheels on maiden heels
Mmm mmm
They jumped through a fire, with ribbons in their hair
These strange little people, so wondrous and rare
Some of the birds looked on, others seemed not to care
Rabbits went on their way, while the deer stopped to stare
This sympathetic magic, I do not understand
But this is not my world, those who dance hand in hand
Once when I was out walking, further than ever before
I came upon a small clearing, I’ve told you what I saw
Then I turned around slowly, so as not to be heard
The singing faded away, ‘till I could hear not a word
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11. |
Though it Rains
02:40
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12. |
Slitzweitz
00:44
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See the great tree worlds meet
In ever expanding circles of reds and pinks
We fall to superior things
Shut our eyes to the brightness of the sun
And that sun is visible to everyone
In different shades of orange and gold
Seen in illustrated books of a more childlike time
Where the flowers bloom in monochrome
Ah, to be at one with everything for us all
But see how high the requite
Not for we the satisfaction of a hearth rug
For not for we the seizure of time
Slitzweitz
Sigh and see it so
In our copse there is a universal evolution
So Slitzweitz, Slitzweitz it must be so
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Diable Amoreux TAS, Australia
DIABLE AMOREUX is an avant garde / apocalyptic ‘gnomic’ folk band began in 1998.
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