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Makin' Whoopie
04:55
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Australia
05:42
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They don't play the song on the radio
They don't show the tits on the video
They don't know that we are the media
They don't know that we start the mania
Your Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you
Your ass is off its seat and I'm shaking you
Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah -
Showing off my map of Tasmania
Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all
That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble
Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old
Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all
That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble
Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old
I say grow that shit like a jungle
Give 'em something strong to hold onto
Let it fly in the open wind
If it get too bushy, you can trim
They don't play the song on the radio
They don't show the tits on the video
They don't know that we are the media
They don't know that we start the mania
You Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you
Your ass is off its seat and I'm shaking you
Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah -
Showing off my map of Tasmania
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In my mind
In a future five years from now
I'm 120 pounds
And I never get hungover
Because I will be the picture of discipline
Never minding what state I'm in
And I will be someone I admire
And it's funny how I imagined that I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I've just forgotten how to see
That I'm not exactly the person that I thought I'd be
And in my mind
In the faraway here and now
I've become in control somehow
And I never lose my wallet
Because I will be the picture of discipline
Never fucking up anything
And I'll be a good defensive driver
And it's funny how I imagined that I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I've just forgotten how to see
That I'll never be the person that I thought I'd be
And in my mind
When I'm old, I am beautiful
Planting tulips and vegetables
Which I will mindfully watch over
Not like me, now
I'm so busy with everything
That I don't look at anything
But I'm sure I'll look when I am older
And it's funny how I imagine that I could be that person now
But that's not what I want, if that's what I wanted then I'd be giving up somehow
How strange to see that I don't want to be the person that I want to be
And in my mind
I imagine so many things
Things that aren't really happening
And when they put me in the ground, I'll start pounding the lid
Saying "I haven't finished yet –
I still have a tattoo to get
That says 'I'm living in the moment'."
And it's funny how I imagined that I could win this winless fight
But maybe it isn't all that funny that I've been fighting all my life
But maybe I have to think it's funny if I wanna live before I die
And maybe it's funniest of all to think I'll die before I actually see
That I am exactly the person that I want to be
Fuck yes
I am exactly the person that I want to be
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I have a little house
Close to town, but not to the city
Far from home, but near my family
No water views, but so close to the sea
I see
This is how my little life could be...
And I'm filling it with things
Like furniture I find on the street
And all the special things I'd like to eat
Pictures of people that I'd like to meet
I'll meet them when I'm orbiting the world...
...And it's so pretty...
...And so lonely...
My lovely love affairs
Are all scheduled ‘round the TV guide
And my sex life has all been plagiarised
In an attempt to meet a harsh deadline...
I'd like to rent-a-wife
Then rent a husband to keep her for life
The three of us, we could be so happy
(Them with each other, me with company)
I'll see them off on a flight around the world...
...And it's so pretty...
...And so lonely...
...And at my funeral
they will say "Tom, he was such a nice guy,
He went too early, but he went in style."
They'll play my music and then they will cry
They'll have a little wake
They'll drink bad wine and they'll eat lemon cake
And my mother's little heart will break
And she'll say:
"Wait! There must be some mistake
- he can't be dead
Take me instead!!!"
Oh, but I'm not dead
They tell me I'm not dead
They say that I'm not dead
And I won't die for some time...
I'm in my little house
Just writing little songs to pass the time
Which (incidentally) is precisely nine
So don't you worry, I'm completely fine
I'm fine
I am just so fucking fine
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New Zealand
04:38
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On An Unknown Beach
05:44
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I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
My back to the water
My feet in the sand
Finding no recognition as each sign of life
Invades the precision of this ageing land
An abandoned flipper in a world of stone
There's a man on the shoreline with a white parakeet
Trying to make his bird go home
With increasing continuity, endless space
Gazes 'round the periphery not disheartened
Wearing its most inexpressible face
My instinct is double as the waves roll by
But my vision is halved
In the foam in the green as
The insects talk to the blazing sky
Wax in the ear
Stitch in the side
Wolves are feast for the blind
Under and over
The why and the wherefore
Easy to sit back with time
Driving discussions like cranes through the car park
Setting them all in a line
All interceding
Not yet receding
Misleading doubts
In the mind
I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
My back to the water
My feet in the sand
Needing no recognition as each sign of life
Invades the precision of this ageing land
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Doctor Oz
04:51
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The Ship Song
06:07
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Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you call around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you call around
We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you call around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you call around
Your face looks sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you call around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you call around
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Amanda Palmer Boston
performer, writer, giver, taker, listener, love-lover, rule-hater and co-founder of the Brechtian punk cabaret duo, The Dresden Dolls.
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