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Blind your head in catastrophe icicles No one’s fed in cycles led by cycles dead Ask to shine the flag Love is distance and Blue sits like apples bites And flows through our hands I said “hi” to a man who shot his sister Panned thru the station And jumped in front of a train Said I’m a bit confused to meet you Life’s what scissors do to a day So their smiles paves the way Sand drips with waves And clouds my head ‘cuz I’m a fortune fela’s bed And I’m the tunes played by the goons Who ride in fairy’s wombs And stole the road the other way…

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(Still untranscribed. If you think you can give it a go, please contact me) *Toni Oswald, John’s girlfriend at the time, sings the vocals on this one.

(An instrumental, backed up with swearing, meowing and something that sounds like a pornographic film in the background)

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Yeah Come on down You’re a glycerine clown We’ll show you around Show you around!

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