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Dogs
03:15
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Well it hasn't been easy, this past year
Need a voice of comfort, no blanket judgement to listen and hear
So I talk to the hag on my chest
She says I'm a hard one to possess
She goes whooshy, I lick her ear
And reminds me kindly I have everything to fear
"Who is this who is coming?", I take a stand
Drop everything out to Iceland
Find a dead fish on Grótta beach
Can you see death in 360 degrees?
All I wanna be, all I wanna see
All I wanna feel, all I wanna read is
5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 all dogs go to heaven
6, 10, 8, 1, 12, 14 I know what you want, I know what you need
I used to count myself lucky for years
Before downs and downs and rounds and rounds put me here
So I talk to this girl, she seems nice
Beat back the world, beat back the strife
Because dogs go to heaven
I used to be the youngest kid at the punk gig
Now I'm only the youngest guy at the folk club
I get offered tea in bars they take offence
I can't partake in such delicacies as caffeine, my body just can't hack it
5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11...
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Salop Cowboy
02:52
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2am in the service shop, fella slams a quart on the counter-top
Puts a scarf down next and mutters "scum"
Then picks a can of raw petroleum
So its Stiperstones to the cleft of Clee
Coalbrookdale to Wem
The cosmos lacks a start tonight and I'll find it before them
3am atop Caer Caradoc, out in search of the cosmic rock
Bestetsoned boy, wild and free, maps a Salop tapestry
So its Caynton Caves to Bagginswood
Offa's Dyke to Wem
The cosmos lacks a start tonight and I'll find it before them
But then spy a byway I get on the highway and breath
Done it my way, you'll see
And then play it for joy, just Salop cowboy
He's out to destroy, you'll see
5am and he spies it low, sun glints the crest of the burrow
With his molotov in hand, the rock ablaze he takes his stand
"Never had a lesson in my life, but that's alright"
And sets his skin alight
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A Paranoid King Shrewsbury, UK
Rural Rock. Salop born, Bristol based.
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