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Tear stained cushions,now what about that
for the nose clearance of the year
What did she say to me as she tenderly squeezed my hand
An unscheduled attack of the dreaded woolly Cauliflower ear
Tomorrow or tomato well whatever she said it's belatedly critical
Guilt's in the guise of what if, and what if means never
And never means our love is dead
Hear at perimeter sent down point
Is this the last shuttle to heaven sent abstinence & restraint
I'm still on half-fat milk & I've given up salt
Since you dispatched my heart to the catapult
To the ol' lonesome broader horizons
Wheel the blade that blinds the haunted
Who sever the ties they really wanted
Spring Lamb to a sugar-frosted old goat
Could perforate a thermos-flasked heart
Well in the Do It All cosmos
Thank you for your tears in Sutcliffe Park.
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Mud Pie
04:15
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She was pulling corn in Mississippi but now
She's driving my Stutz BLack Hawk (rpt)
Dancing with the Ghost of Dewy Phillips at the Chisca Mezzanine floor
My sweet Dilly at The Skyway,yet I felt I had her her under-wraps
Took my eye off the prize and kinda slipped off track
She found out at Wild Bill's at poured her Chitlins all down my back
Now it's mud pie baby,ankles high
She's right with the bluff
She's calling it
She's really got the measure of me
Got your threads back on the drip
Lawdy Mr Tippler put me back on-shift
I'm stranded on Lamar without my Gold-caped tooth
She said ditch the medleys
And get Sugar-Foot back into the group
Relay Harry Fritzus & cut me out of my gold lame shell suit
Now it's Geraldo Leigh's straight fingers on the Piano keys
Come what may, they really make a mess of me
Steel-man Stan defrosting the Feather-man
She was pulling corn in Mississippi but she's making other plans
The Ol' Swamp Fox is on unlicensed patrol
Mud Pie foiled around a crawdad hole
Found a flock of my scarves back at that thrift store
She ran amok in my golf kart done tore up my lawn
I found sanctuary in the back-house
But the prescription is still in the Kitchen draw
I need a decoy Cape Charlie and brother
That ain't all
Pulling corn
Way down in Mississippi
Dad-gum
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Mid 70's Beard
04:39
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Well I'm back with my Biacthoyl itch,
Sweet pea's got a doomsday switch
Hey hey I should be out to pasture I've got the Max-Pax twitch
Kicking back at the Travelodge instead of festering in my hermitage
Well I'm a bona-fide survivor who can't make the gossip page
Is it anarchy or senility duplicity is build to last
Alienation PLC a silver citizen walk-in bath
We've got our medleys on the hard drive .
See the leg-ends wither on the vine
Are we kitsch or are we cod heading for sanatogen nod
Don't cry the seating's tiered
Meeting my obligatory mid-70's beard
Two floors at the Marriot revered second city lunk-heads
We're dripping gatefold sleeves and palm trees
Nubility at the fire escape
The rhythm section's preserved in brown fumes
Vacuum packed
It's an anthology tomb.
Matinee fringe just pour it on
Halcyon days bring them back on
Rossy and Parky,defibulate Carsey
On the Tee at three with Brucie and Tarby
We can still make it wound and make it bite
Get a door-step darkener back into the light
You can't hide (rpt)
You can't hide the evil in your eyes
Your smile's a sweet disguise
You say you've changed but to me you're still the same
My true love you went and declined but now you find
You try to call me on the telephone
Someone's always bigger than you.
Ol' snake hips to go
Ooby dooby on your ruby
Diddely-squat twiddly pat
We can fix the pitch and quantize
So show us your Pastry eyes
Got a rubber-legged pension
The auto-cue's loading up the van
Creative accounting goin' on-a
Rock on Bongo or anybody
I've been wanting to live this for years
Yes I have.
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Simon Ford UK
I am now based in South West of England.Still writing new material.My compositions are usually Piano based, and putting the roll back into the Rock!I write lyrics that can be a little impenetrable but tempered with self-deprecation,self-defence and self-serving.My Birmingham roots are present on the track ‘Plankton( find solace)’.Hoping you will enjoy the music I have uploaded on ‘bandcamp’. ... more
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