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The Impediments of an Overstimulated Mind
A drunk pizza man on rollerblades
Quick, I don’t have time to explain
Lets go
Before he throws his pizza dough
Thick black fog and smoky air
I think we just ran into a burning Build-a-Bear
What a shame
What a shame, oh
And I am way too high for this
Yet it feels like utter bliss to me
The eyes in the walls
They’re watching me fall
Over again
Two quid for the bog fee
I’m not paying two quid to have a shit
Fuck me
It should be free
Brick laying and a can of coke
I’d buy one for you
But I’m already broke
I was paid only last week
But I, am way too high for this
Yet it feel like utter bliss to me
The eyes in the walls
They’re watching me fall again
But I am way too hight for this
Yet it feels like utter bliss to me
The eyes in the walls
They’re watching me fall
Over again
Over again
Over again
Over again
Over again
Over again
Over again
Over again
Over again
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Situation of Infatuation
03:35
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Situation of Infatuation
It’s never easy
people just keep getting in my way
I’m not exactly living breezy
And that’s quite nice to say
I find it quite hard to really like me
I’m not gonna shout at you either way
And I don’t know if I’m scared or excited
But it’s hard to tell
Yeh, it’s hard to tell
And I don’t know if it’s scary or inviting
But I like it still
Yeh, it’s pretty nice too ohoh
Ooooo
I’m not exactly being stealthy
This continuous infatuation
Isn’t particularly healthy
I’m starting to feel a little un queasy
Oh, come on love it’s easy to please me
Doctor Doctor write me out my note
So I can scrunch it up
And shove it down your throat
And I don’t know if I’m scared or excited
But it’s hard to tell
Yeh, it’s hard to tell
And I don’t know if it’s scary or inviting
But I like it still
Yeh, it’s pretty nice too
I don’t know if I’m scared or excited
But it’s hard to tell
Yeh, it’s hard to tell
And I don’t know if it’s scary or inviting
But I like it still
Yeh, it’s pretty nice too ohoh
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Second Hand Cardigan Cannibalz
Gotta go to Tescos to get some rhododendrons
Gotta stop that bit wobbling my intestines
Keep on pondering whether I should
Keep off the grass
In this neighbourhood
But the plastic bog keeps flying away
A bit of a kerfuffle
To start my day, yeh
The second hand cardigan cannibalz
Keep away from men ‘cos they’re all animals
I’m popping my head
Outside of the window
All I can hear is the cars and the wind blow
Something tells me that I’ve been here before
And I’m back
I just wanna get some more
My grandma’s love letters are quite belated
Unrequited, uninvited and rather elongated
Marc’s ankle fetish is getting out of hand
Ladies leave that sock-cleavage
Buried in the sand
Don’t invest in the cardigan cannibalz
They write everything in block capitals
Don’t forget about the dissident radicals
They’re just like you
They’re just like me and you
Leo spends his money on Under Armour
With them clothes
Definitely not a charmer
I eat myself alive
In a personal hell
Run away from the gecko
I don’t like to dwell, yeh
Spent all day sat in a cold bath
Pruny fingers for that
Is the aftermath
The main priority is to get the anchor
You can say what you want
But Boris is still a wanker
Don’t invest in the cardigan cannibalz
They write everything in block capitals
Don’t forget about the dissident radicals
They’re just like you
They’re just like me and you
Don’t invest in the cardigan cannibalz
They write everything in block capitals
Don’t forget about the dissident radicals
They’re just like you
They’re just like me and you
Don’t invest in the cardigan cannibalz
They write everything in block capitals
Don’t forget about the dissident radicals
They’re just like you
They’re just like me and you
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Pillock
02:43
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Pillock
Fuck you
For breaking my head
I wish it was you
Who was in pain instead
My back hurts from carrying this conversation, yeh
You’re still here hogging all my concentration
But I, I just wanna cry
But I, I just wanna die
Why’d you always do that
You’re leading me on
You’re nice for one month
And then the next you’re gone
You said we don’t agree on enough
Come on now love
Stop being a fucking muff
But I, I just wanna cry
But I, I just wanna die
But its fine
As you’re alright
Because I wouldn’t want it any other way
But I, I just wanna cry
But I, I just wanna die
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Trebleration
02:58
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Trebleration
It’s just a trebleration
It’s like a midnight scran
Just like a midnight chase
You got that no no
No record insulation
Just to make a kill
I just go down the street and say
You got that bill
You got that bill
Just like a trebleration
Just like a trebleration
Just like a trebleration
Just like a catterpill
Just like a madilabadon
Red like a dodo
No need for the filteration
Just to rob the till
I just go to the back and say
I take that thrill
Just like a trebleration
Just like a trebleration
Just like a trebleration
Just like a trebleration
Just like a midnight scran
Just like a midnight chase
You got that no no
Just like a trebleration
Just like a trebleration
Just like a trebleration
Huh
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Frog Box (I'm not There)
03:19
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Frog Box (I’m not There)
How do you expect me to survive
It’s getting easier
To understand why
You wanna leave me behind
I don’t wanna see the sun rise
I know a place where we could go
It’s not too far from here
Oh, won’t you come with me dear
You see I’m outside the box
But the box is full of frogs
I don’t wanna be here
I don’t wanna be here
A bullet through my chest and watch me die
You’d love that wouldn’t you
You’d love that wouldn’t you
‘Cos that would make me feel much more alive
Just promise me you’ll stay with me
Through the night
I know a place where we could go
It’s safe when you are near
Oh, please come with me dear
You see I’m outside the box
But the box is full of frogs
I don’t wanna be here, here
Here
I don’t wanna be here
I know a place where we could go
It’s not too far from here
Oh, please stay with me dear
You see I’m outside the box
But the box is full of frogs
I don’t wanna be here
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Binwoman
She’s a bin woman
And she knows what to do
You better let out your bins
Or she’ll batter your kids
She’s got a bottle of Brandy
And she’s always pissed
She’s got a bin wagon
But she cannot drive
Get out of the way
Or else you’ll fucking die
Hello…I’m in here
You know she’s got a sensitive side
She’s got some disabilities
But we don’t mind
So lets get ready to rumble
Before she shits all over
Your apple crumble
She’s a bin woman
And she’s from up North
But no she doesn’t shag sheep
She’d just your average whore
She had a boxing match with her mum
When she was born
She’s a bin woman
Bin woman (she’s so sexy)
Bin woman and she’s got three
Three what
I dunno
Nipples
Bin woman
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Meeka Bradley Clitheroe, UK
Meeka Bradley is a singer-songwriter born and bred in Clitheroe in the Ribble
Valley.
Writing for acoustic guitar and vocals, Meeka's sound mixes elements of modern indie with a splash of irreverent surrealism and quirky realism.
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