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Now Dig This
05:35
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Gonna write your name in the sand
Gonna write my name in the sand
And the tide will come in after we've gone home
but we are still going to be a thing
I had better luck round the first time
in the maze - I didn't know it was here last time
I heard somebody answer questions
I didn't catch so I kept my brass neck wound all the way in
They crack me up I spilled my guts
I took all of my tuts I turned 'em into huffs
I huffed and I puffed and I blew my house down
Waiting on his helicopter just to p-p-p-pipe down
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Made the most of the last of the light
It got dark across the new picture on the wall
When the grass turned yellow
I was a space to a name
in a sideways move like a crab
I had better licks round the last time
We moved under the awning about yawning time
I said it time and again, oh and just then again. I said it,
gonna have me a word with the wall
I always ride on time when I'm twerking from home
Got some funky little thumbs, and some comfy headphones
I make them window vibrations, we have conversations
On things we remember from the tapes and radio
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
Now dig this...
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Why I Oughta
04:05
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Why I oughta
I'll be damned
Bowl me over
Knock me down
Like a mouse wheel
Tail chase
2 horse boat race
Up a broken staircase
Sing a ring of roses
In a fleeting glance
A sideways look
A book to judge a
Cover
Can I read it?
Why I oughta
I'll be damned
Bowl me over
Knock me down
With a feather
You don’t say
Well I never
Stone the crows
Got some backward logic
Hiding in your lodging
Turnstile on the freestyle
Bubble busk in drizzle…
what?!
Get the impressionism
Of opportunism
All eyes on the pavlova walkin’ over
Why I oughta
I'll be damned
Bowl me over
Knock me down
With a feather
You don’t say
Well I never
Stone the crows
Changing gear, trying to steer away from
the driving metaphors baby yeah
Pick a date, make a date, check yourself, break a date
Leave the door open for hope yeah
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I dropped my bones inside a taxi
Where? No bother found me, in a dream
So paranormal
I light the candles on repeat
You got castanets for feet
They click up and down the hall
And I'm talking in your street
Or you know, something along those lines
I mix the signals for a gathering
I feel dismay but it ain't no thing
in the wider scheme of things
My heart is bleeding
A shift of focus during sentences (and rhymes)
That’s not a ship that I can make out at first
But when it emerges from the fog
I can think of nothing else
for a while
Sleeping in the sun while they're
screaming in the sky
Walk across the lines past the kora band and dancer
Not for no reason were the warnings up in lights
I disputed the intent but
accepted the situation
I can climb up to the top of the slope again
And say hello to de ja vu
On the way back down
I can climb up to the top of the slope again
And say how do you do to de ja vu
On the way back down
I can climb up to the top of the slope again
And say “hello” to de ja vu
On the way back down
I can climb on up to the top of the slope again
And say how do you do to de ja vu on the way back down
We're gonna hit it this time
We’re gonna quit it this time
Gonna hit it
Gonna hit it
Gonna hit it
Gonna quit it!
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