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Rock n Roll Orgy (LIve at the Metro 2018)

by The Songs of Tom Smith

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Berlin is a Bugger’s Daydream After I went down from Oxford and a 3rd class honours degree My father paid for my allowance to live in Germany I met you at your Berlin lodgings and we talked all night long God is your unconscious desires, don’t let the Devil control them I would rather the adolescent boys of the Berlin bars and cafes I like sex and Peppy likes money – it’s a good exchange You were shocked, then ashamed that you’d been shocked at all God is your unconscious desires, don’t let the Devil control them CHORUS Berlin is a bugger’s daydream, darling Christopher Darling Christopher Berlin delivers me, I’m in a bugger’s daydream Dominated by my mother and nourished by repression The trick of desire stops those I love from coming to my bedroom Heterosexual love is so tame and I’m a tormented bugger Requited love is like despair, oh how one likes to suffer Peppy is a juvenile delinquent and the heart of the rugby scrum Peppy my petal he’s all that and Josephine Baker in one We make DH Lawrence look blue; it always ends in blows It’s a pillow fight first then escalates and off to bed we go
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I used to drink on the job With the gays, drags and trannies I’m a barman at the swingers’ club And I’m ready for action Busting from her dress in her melon tits I’m hard as a horse, Im supposed to be on shift Let’s go to the maze with glory holes If I stick my dick in maybe she’ll blow me Straight edge at the swingers’ bar Only way to be, I’m here for a blast Straight edge at the swingers’ bar I’m dynamite if you push me too far I reach for her pussy, I feel hard cock She’s ready to go but I have to stop I thought you were a girl now I’m not so sure Yes I am a girl but so much more You ain’t got no pussy, she says don’t stop My arsehole’s a pussy waiting for your cock Try me out she says I’ll suck your dick I can suck it better than any chick Hiding in the fridge nowhere to escape I know a male stripper owes me a favour He’s happy to help, feeling fruity She’ll squeeze his orange, suck his juices Took the heat off me but I’m over-ripe My banana’s a stick of dynamite Let’s go to the maze with glory holes If I stick my dick in maybe she’ll blow me
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I moved out of home and into the slum for a lurk I want to be working class but I don’t want to work When you do nothing you can never take the time off Daddy set up a trust fund for me why would I stop him (I’m a dandy immortal) Chucked out of college, my photo was plastered all over Not allowed on the premises – famous at last it just shows ya All art college taught me was marry a rich girl and use her I already married one, I married yours truly (I’m a dandy immortal) CHORUS Conquer death, death in style Conquer death, death in style I’m a work of art and I’ll never die Sex is a gutless surrender to death and decay Shit is the smell of your death and it won’t go away Embracing mortality, smothered in excrement The intellectual insight caused an erection (so I tossed myself off to) CH I gambled on Wall Street, see me dressed up to the 9’s All the money I made’s more exciting than all it can buy If I leave nothing of worth, least I’m dressed for the part I went to the Phillipines for my final statement in Art (I crucified myself) CH x 2
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Spencer has a razor sharp wit - It’s such a relief He never wants to sleep with me - there are no secrets between us We went to the school dance together - watch out here comes trouble! But I wonder could I seduce him - we make such a handsome couple Spencer hears all about my sex life – my Johnny’s just a jealous suck He comes inside me in 2 seconds flat – I just need a good fuck For me and Spencer’s imaginary son – Sammy Donut Junior We buy a house and we get married – we gotta plan the future CHORUS BFF – best friends forever I am you dressed in drag BFF – best friends forever I’m your faghag and you’re my fag Spencer really wants a boyfriend – he’s hanging out for sex He gives me a full back massage – and leaves my Johnny for dead Put my arm round Spencer’s waist – he freaks out like a total queen If I could be a poofter too – I’d tell him how I feel CHORUS
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Mother shields me from the world While daddy used it as a threat I gave up work as a clerk Posing naked for the sake of art I’m free for dinner any night So long as you’re the one to pay Or exhibition opening night Free caviar and free champagne It takes courage to speak out Come and look up my address The first homosexual voice Fielding questions for my guests Like a ballerina Farming pigs all your life So nimble now across the mud Pigs become you and your style CHORUS If at first you don’t succeed Failure may just be your /style Bridge: And if there was no praise and if there was no blame Who would I be? And if there was no blame and if there was no praise Who would I be? Would I be me? People take for granted All the paths I have paved The spotlight turned away from me All I hear about is AIDS It’s a passing fashion Backing down would be a lie I cannot follow fads I am only into style
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I lay the kitchen table; you make a cup of tea I will be the husband and you will marry me Let me hear you whisper no one must find out We won’t fall for that one the 2nd time around Bridge I’ll kill your Mum and Dad if you’ll kill mine x 2 She opens up like a flower, a flower for herself Thinking of her body and her mental health We all have our secrets no one can reach beyond There is one sure way I know to turn her on Bridge CHORUS And we’ll make love in the afternoon sun Forgetting what I saw, it always haunts your mind Now we have the little ones, I guess it is our time Who knows what they’re thinking; they look so young and sweet Don’t they just remind you of how we used to be
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Chorus What’s a man to do when he’s given a handbag Given a handbag? What’s a man to do when he’s given a handbag Given a handbag? What’s a man to do? She goes to the toilet and leaves you there alone in the bar Fold your arms keep your cool, let rip with a noisy fart Call a mate, talk cars, talk beer – for God’s sake talk about the match Play with your balls, adjust them in your pants, give your arse a manly scratch Chorus Whatever you do, don’t look inside it, like you even care Don’t ask anyone if it makes you look fat or put it on your shoulder to wear Maybe just rummage right through it, what does she expect? Pull out the lipstick, tampons, panty liners; teach the bitch a lesson Chorus...
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Everyday I take a bus to the Evacuation Centre Wear my top hat, twirl my cane, greet dispossessed there The finest threads distinguish me from drab ‘n’ ordinary Money is a grubby business but leisure is my calling Pre-Chorus I’m a dandy at the end of the world x 2 Ready for the water rations, my bucket has pride of place It’s simple and it’s elegant, I fetch it home with grace Stockin well up on cosmetics, prepare f supplies to finish I parade in front of ruffians and blow the soldiers kisses CHORUS I’m a dandy at the end of the world I was born to play this part I’d be seen dead nowhere else I’m a superhero dressed for the part Come on down to the epicenter the aftershock‘s settled M’ sweet scent wafts right thro for volunteers assembled I have no status or profession, trust me I believe in nothing There’s always beauty to be found, especially in destruction CHORUS
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Out on a wastes of the never never – gotta tonna love to dump No one waits for ever and ever – gotta tonna love to dump It’s embarrassing it don’t keep, it’s not mine don’t look at me I am busy, can’t you see - I gotta tonna love to dump Gotta tonna love to dump More than I need at the moment - gotta tonna love to dump What should I do can someone show me - tonna love to dump Might come in handy one of these days, so I’m told people say I should really put it away - gotta tonna love to dump Gotta tonna love to dump Feel free to borrow make good use - gotta tonna love to dump Got ev’ry sort you can choose - gotta tonna love to dump Keep it’s yours, let’s all share – it’s too much for me to bear You don’t want it I don’t care - You don’t want it I don’t care You don’t want it I don’t care - gotta tonna love to dump Gotta tonna love to dump Where dry heat and death have mated - tonna love to dump With fiery lust my needs unsated - gotta tonna love to dump Out here noone has to see – what becomes of love no one needs It ain’t pretty just let me be - gotta tonna love to dump Gotta tonna love to dump Gotta tonna love ………………. To dump

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Live at the Metro, Adelaide Fringe. Residency Night 6, March 4, 2018

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released March 17, 2019

Recorded and Mixed by Pat Lockwood; Mastered at Halsey Studios

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The Songs of Tom Smith is a recording and performance project created by Tom in 2012. It has a large pool of musicians across Brisbane, Sydney, Melbourne and Adelaide.

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