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Mother shields me from the world
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 x 3
Failure may 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
CHORUS x 3
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For every item on the table you know the history
If you want me to buy it quit the running commentary
When you get sentimental about a crockery set
I just picture your slobbery tongue licking grease off it
CHORUS 1
Welcome to the jumble
Backyard garage sale
Welcome to the jumble
Open up the gates
Nosing through the toolshed, ruins of your life
A set of spanners overpriced, how much for your wife
No one wants used underwear even if it’s free
Next to half empty tubes of anti-fungal cream
Count your losses since the divorce, pick through the misery
Does he know that you’re selling his old porno dvds
Was she never satisfied, let me give it a shot
A used dildo is a used dildo in its box or not
CHORUS 2
Welcome to the jumble
What’s there left to lose
Welcome to the jumble
Take what I can’t use
What else you got back there, I quite like your taste
Can I use your toilet, nose around your place
Let your wife show me through that’s a fine mantelpiece
I’m happy to stoke the fire if the master bedroom’s free
CHORUS 1 & 2
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My girlfriend said she’s pregnant, oh don’t let me get stuck
Been back to Indonesia, said goodbye and split up
Taking Interferon, using lots of acid
I must convert to Islam, if we are to be married
Holding the Koran, preaching for the lost
Naked in an Orthodox Church, I thought it was a Mosque
Been looking for a Mosque, had to find the truth
Met a girl, had a bet, ‘I’m crazier than you’
Convinced her time was finished, evil spirits were in charge
The meteor is coming, but do not be alarmed
Each tattoo is a mark, we’re dead but still alive
Souls escaped from Hell, go through the Holy Fire
I went back to the party, feel the energy
All the eyes were blank, like false entities
Had to find the water so I could stop the flames
Get the power of Jesus and spread it in his name
After 4 hours in her shower, in Holy Water soaked
Like a bath of milk and honey, I let it overflow
Water must have dripped down, the stairs onto her floor
Her friend came up to find me, he was at the bathroom door
I swore he was a fireman, said don’t worry Brigadier
The flames of Eternity are quenched on Calgary
You’ve been in there for hours, you’re flooding out the house
It’s cool I said its under control, I’ve put the fire out
Hitched a lift to the Mosque, the Cleric was inside
There’s gold and jewels and a shining star, I said this can’t be right
Don’t like how he looked at me, he didn’t want to listen
Call the cops if you want, I am on a mission
I stripped off all my clothes, held the Koran up to the light
Blue and red lights flash he said, u can hear the siren?
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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 x2
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
Bridge
CHORUS
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Puppet on a String
02:02
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Tide comes in, around your little finger
A shadow in the night
Got me on a string, around your little finger
I try not to fight it
CHORUS 1
You tug me like a puppet
Let me go, let me free
Fling me high, sling me down
I’m a puppet on a string
Bridge
I can’t sleep at the best of times
It’s a full moon tonight
Give into the pain, I give into the truth
Try not to fight it
Tide goes out, around your little finger
Stars up in the sky
In the mud I drown, around your little finger
I try not to fight it
CHORUS 2
I shake my fist, my hips gyrate
Let me go, let me free
You can dance with the whole universe
You’re a puppet on a string
Verse 1
CHORUS 2
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I Could Murder a Drink
02:58
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I’m back in the bar again in this hot and dusty town
Everyone’s got a story ‘bout me to bring me down
I can’t take a joke no more; a woman gives me the eye
I sure could kill for some loving - I’m only killing time
Desert winds blow dust in your eyes; you rub them til they’re sore
Why do I keep coming back, coming back for more
Everything withers and dies, I given up on the rain
Ain’t no relief round ‘ere when the hot sun fades
CHORUS
I would die for 1 sweet smile
I could murder a drink
Just one kiss to wet my lips
I could murder a drink
In the corner’s a lady friend, I can never go back there
Any damage I do her is ten times back on myself
I need any kindness I get like a wound needs the thrust of a blade
There ain’t no relief round ‘ere, when the hot sun fades
CHORUS
Bridge
When you’re cursed to die of thirst
Just one sip won’t make it worse
Can’t think straight, cannot think
I could murder a drink
…….I could murder a drink
…….I could murder a drink
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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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
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Tonna Love (To Dump)
03:07
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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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The Songs of Tom Smith Brisbane, Australia
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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