1. |
Good Day To Live
03:27
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GOOD DAY TO LIVE
Today's a good day to live!
A good day to live
A good day to live
A good day to live
Bap bap bada bap bap ba dada!
We came down
From the high ground
Speeding through the land
With our cargo safely stowed
Destination
No soul knows
I escaped one man's prison
With adventure on my mind
With my fingers gripped like steel
To the belly of the beast
A good day to live
A good day to get what you give
And give what you get
Bap bap bada bap bap ba dada!
A good day to live
It's not your money
If it doesn't have your face on it
I take while you're sleeping
And spend it while you're weeping
A good day to live
As good as any other
A good day to live
A good day to get what you give
And give what you get
With no regret
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2. |
Jam Today
02:41
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JAM TODAY
Ricky is a dandy rake
Chooses only to eat cake
Says: I don't work for my pay
Give me jam - jam today
Jam today
Jam today
Jam today
That's what Ricky says
Didn't ask to be born so low
Just looking for my chance to blow
Doesn't have to be this way
Just give me jam - jam today
Jam today
Jam today
Jam today
That's what Ricky says
Jam for you and jam for me
Jam for dinner jam for tea
Jam served on a silver tray
The people want their jam today
Jam today
Jam today
Jam today
That's what the people say
Jam today
Jam today
Jam today
Politician in the sun
Signs a deal for everyone
Doesn't care what it says
He knows he'll get his jam today
Jam today
Jam today
Jam today
The people want their jam today
Jam today
The people want their jam today
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3. |
Feather From The Sun
06:06
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FEATHER FROM THE SUN
Like a feather from the sun
Drifting through the sky we come
Like a flower in your gun
Broadcasting to the whorl:
Put down your weapons
Resistance is futile
Our braves are everywhere
Diaphanous and majestic
Like a feather from the sun
Drifting through the sky we come
Like a feather from the sun
We know your mind
Resistance is futile
Like a feather from the sun
Like a feather from the sun
Like kisses to your brow
Broadcasting to the whorl:
We know your mind
Resistance is futile
Put down your weapons
Like a feather from the sun
Drifting through the sky we come
Like a balm upon your brow
Broadcasting to the whorl:
Our braves are everywhere
Diaphanous and majestic
Resistance is futile
Put down your weapons
Like a feather from the sun
Like kisses to your soul
Like a flower in a gun
Like a feather from the sun
Under the Octave we go
Reeling from the dolorous blow
Like a feather . . .
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4. |
Motorway
02:17
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MOTORWAY
When I was a kid I lived
By the motorway
The motors flew past
All night and day
It was a strange music
They did play
And their whispered voices
Seemed to say
Jump the fence
And come away
I knew I'd stick out my thumb someday
And follow the motorway
Hey!
Motorway
Motorway is like life
No one stops until they break down
Motorway is like death
It takes your breath
No one knows what's waiting
Just around the bend
I knew I'd jump that fence one day
And follow the motorway
Hey!
Motorway
I knew I'd stick out my thumb someday
And follow the motorway
Hey!
Motorway
Motorway sets the blood
Racing in my veins
That motorway rhythm
Speeding through my brain
Motorway is adventure
Danger fluke and fame
I knew I'd jump that fence one day
And follow the motorway
Hey!
Motorway
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5. |
Rosy Hours
03:39
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ROSY HOURS
Lying in the arms
Of the one I love
Where this mortal feeling
Meets eternity
There my mind grows wings
And flies me far away
To a broad bright ocean
On a sunny day
Waist deep I stand
In the glassy swell
Thinking of my exploits
And the tale I'll tell
All I've ever known
All I've ever done
All I've ever wanted
And all I have become
Take these holy bones
And roll them faraway
Where this mortal feeling
Meets eternity
In these rosy hours
Fancies flee away
All my lusts and labours
Laid out before me
All I've ever known
All I've ever done
All I've ever wanted
And all I have become
Take these holy bones
And roll them faraway
Where the broad bright ocean
Meets eternity
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6. |
August Rebels
04:02
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AUGUST REBELS
The revolution will not be serious
The revolution will be hilarious
August Rebels
August Rebels
August Rebels
Fair weather my friends
August Rebels - making whoopee in the sunshine
August Rebels - making mayhem on primetime
August Rebels - give 'em enough dope
August Rebels - here we go
August Rebels - more blood please
August Rebels - making mayhem in the sunshine
August Rebels - making whoopee on primetime
August Rebels - give 'em enough dope
We fair weather friends
The revolution
The revolution
The revolution
The revolution
The revolution
The revolution
The revolution
The revolution
Hilarious
August Rebels - in the sunshine
August Rebels - making mayhem on primetime
August Rebels - making mayhem
August Rebels - rang dang digger dee danga dang
August Rebels - making mayhem while the sun shines
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7. |
Whisky Burn
02:50
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WHISKY BURN
Well there's a burn upon a hill
Where there's a pot and there's a still
Where I do conjure spirits fair
I pluck the heaven right out the air
To make you warm when you feel cold
To make you bold like men of old
It's bringing all good things to thee
That little burn of whisky
My whisky burn my whisky burn
My whisky burn my whisky burn
All the riches we will earn
My whisky burn my whisky burn
One day a police came to see
He came to put the burn on me
I roughed him up and tied him down
And moved my rig right out of town
To whisky burn my whisky burn
My whisky burn my whisky burn
All their statutes I do spurn
For whisky burn my whisky burn
Sweet burn I raise my glass to you
So all my wishes will come true
Their law shall not apply to thee
My little burn of whisky
My whisky burn my whisky burn
My whisky burn my whisky burn
All the fame we're gonna earn
My whisky burn my whisky burn
It makes me warm when I feel cold
It makes me bold like men of old
It's bringing all good things to me
That little burn of whisky
My whisky burn my whisky burn
My whisky burn my whisky burn
My whisky burn my whisky burn
My whisky burn my whisky burn
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8. |
Iron Tree
03:31
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IRON TREE
Men call me the Iron Tree
Iron Tree
Step up take a swing and see
Why they call me the Iron Tree
Iron Tree
A gypsy told my mother
This boy's gonna cheat destiny
He's gonna laugh in the face of authority
And stand strong like an Iron Tree
Like an Iron Tree
Iron Tree
I'm the Iron Tree
Iron Tree
Men call me the Iron Tree
Step up take a swing and see
Iron Tree
No axe no saw no blade can cut me
Iron Tree
I am the Iron Tree
Iron Tree
Down through the mists of history
Through the shifting sands and mystery
One thing is a certainty
There has always stood an Iron Tree
An Iron Tree
Iron Tree
An Iron Tree
Iron Tree
I told my coach today
Nothing's ever gonna get past me
I'm gonna make history
I swear by the roots of the Iron Tree
By the Iron Tree
Iron Tree
Men call me the Iron Tree
Iron Tree
Step up take a swing and see
Why they call me the Iron Tree
Iron Tree
I'm The Iron Tree
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9. |
Running Blind
03:55
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RUNNING BLIND
In my mind of many mansions
Lies a forest of old pine
A cloak of moss will adorn me
And you may find me running blind
Running blind through halls of knowledge
Running blind through fields of snow
Running blind into a future
That was born an age ago
Running blind to find my maker
Running blind through factories
Running blind through vaults of wonder
Far beneath the German Sea
In my mind of many mansions
Lies a city outside of time
No mundane light will ever pierce here
But you may find it running blind
Running blind the mad professor
Running blind into the night
Running blind to find my true love
Running blind right to the door
Running blind
Running blind
Running blind to find my maker
Running blind through factories
Running blind through vaults of wonder
Far beneath the German Sea
Running blind through vaults of knowledge
Running blind through fields of snow
Running blind into a future
That was born an age ago
Running blind
Running blind
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10. |
Road To Perilous
04:18
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ROAD TO PERILOUS
On a winter morning thick with frost
At a time and place now long since lost
Tiny kicking feet are bound and blessed
And set upon the road to Perilous
I took a look through the long lens
Took a long look through the long lens
The long lens
I saw a Valkyrie rider searching for one good soldier
I saw a man of Longsight grow swan's wings and take flight
Perilous
All on the road to Perilous
All on the road to Perilous
Perilous
I saw a land of plenty but all the people’s plates were empty
A multitude marching without rest set to storm the gates of Perilous
Perilous
All on the road to Perilous
All on the road to Perilous
Perilous
I saw a hundred good families all scattered and divided
I saw a shield-bearing maiden turn into a sleek black raven
Perilous
All on the road to Perilous
All on the road to Perilous
Perilous
I saw a man of honour marching with a golden banner
I saw a bright-faced woman gathering all the noble fallen
Perilous
I saw an army of children led by a nameless pilgrim
All on the road to Perilous
Sworn to storm the gates of Perilous
Perilous
All on the road to Perilous
All on the road to Perilous
All on the road to Perilous
All on the road to Perilous
Perilous
Perilous
Perilous
I took a look through the long lens
Took a long look through the long lens
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11. |
Groundhog Life
05:29
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GROUNDHOG LIFE
Not right
But funny
Macabre and sickly
Cubist black rite
Awkward pink puss
Non-dimensional
And the plaque says:
'Blue balls in gore'
Latin never caught on here
We prefer square fork
Plus tongue of bees
Orchis Mark 1 drinks electric
Colour shifts from neg. to vapour
If not to contain this new poison
Mutation will prevail
And all known exhibits are to suffer
For trifle of fool with no sense of mirth
The worst kind of malefactor
Benighted by them stars from birth
What may grow on this square earth?
But that not fit for recompense
Feed the futile save the seedling
Dust in room is entrance
Purple nail slimy keypad
It don't fit sad boy's bell jar
Story always bad
We laugh so slowly
Exhibit case newly broken
Proud misfit shambles apelike
On the stage display full stamen
Crowd recoil in mob horror
Orch. Mark 2 condescending
Leaves an absence by osmosis
What is lost is not of this world
Sector Arc cannot be reproached
On this planet no sane thing may hold sway
So unplug slippy vine thing
And live to curse another day
Alarmed intruder
Slave of reflection
Shattered the fading
Next t one unfazed crew
Too sated to crawl out
Nowhere with them wheel
Will sleep in bar museum
Happy was Mark 3
Fine membraned
Deemed bee doomed
Sub-harmonic density
So the noise blossoms
Coaxed into fragments
His coat unimaginable
Perfumed and bizarro
Them awe kids them terrible
Crawling all over
Eating dead beetles
And spit out stones
Marriage of confluence
Vague and unstoppable
The smile creased my lovely company
Mark 4 not real but splendid
Cast new shadow on digital tile
Plucks self from ether
No shoelace to knot
Exhales black venom
Sacerdotal smile
Fear seems to please
Town of obtuse angles
Run by B. Nero Mark 109
Sweet sticky plasma
Creepies love those one
Signpost point straight at them
Must follow inward trajectory
Into violet space careening
Pollen sneeze smeared on cuff
Speaker not heard for arches
Green dress did smell so sour
Orchid leaf at mouth of tunnel
And so into the musty silence
Beat retreat on the heel of the hybrid
Bizarro band cast out and grateful
Nevermore to darken door
Message for honey:
Seem so fleshy my love
I grow orchward
Radiation prison
Live in same house
But got rooted
Same street
Same town
All just insame
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Blue Orchids Manchester, UK
Continuing the mystical thread and acid explorations which were a hallmark of The Fall's initial line-up, Martin Bramah has
quietly crafted a trove of psychedelic visions unparalleled among musicians of his generation.
Despite never quite cracking mainstream public consciousness, Blue Orchids endure as a living treasures of head music for post-punks, with a series of deeply-magical recordings.
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