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Cut Your Teeth
03:41
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Cut your teeth, on a stone,
Formed through the ages from the shells of crusty clams and snails
You’re on top, of the pile,
Incremental factors prove you’re likely to be there a while
Your time on earth, it’s wearing thin,
Soon you’ll feel the sand fall about you and the bowl you’re in
The game of life is fixed to lose,
Time has you by the throat; soon the bugs are nipping at your bones
Your teeth!
Stick your head in the ground,
Formed through the ages from sedimentary rocks and stones
You’re on top of the pile,
Incremental factors prove you’re likely to be there a while
Your time on earth, it’s wearing thin,
Soon you’ll feel the sand fall about you and the bowl you’re in
The game of life is fixed to lose,
Time has you by the throat; soon the bugs are nipping at your bones
Your teeth!
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How Long?
04:33
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I hold our planet dear but how many years will it be ‘til we live out in space?
A lonely time of year, the Smiths and the Joneses packed up and they left for the black
How long?
Beyond the atmosphere, the dog, the cat and the gerbil have all headed north,
All float around up there,
The satellite beam is the one thing that keeps us on course
How long?
Chorus: Catch a star,
Now I’m your rocket man,
Come around we’ll take a trip too far
Take those planets there, Mercury, Venus and Mars, Neptune, Jupiter, Saturn,
Beyond the milky way
One thousand, one hundred twenty space light years away
How long?
Chorus Catch a star,
Now I’m your rocket man,
Come around we’ll take a trip too far,
Plot a chart,
And track your astronauts,
Leave the ground we’ll take a trip too far
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I wrote this song,
it’s not very long,
About the time you said,
“hey write me a song”,
I use my pen to write these words
Bridge: Oh no, it’s nothing but a country song
The rope swinger has a house in the trees,
Come on over
we’ll play Adam and Eve,
It gets frustrating
singing this refrain
Chorus: I think of words until they write me,
I’m just a blotter for the ink,
There’s someone else writing this song,
It costs the mind too much to think
I sing these words,
I’m using a phrase,
One I thought of
hace couple of days
I use my mouth
to sing these words
Chorus: I think of words until they write me,
I’m just a blotter for the ink,
There’s someone else writing this song,
It costs the mind too much to think
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4. |
Read All About You
03:10
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I read about you yesterday (x2)
They say you’ve got a lot to say,
They wrote about you yesterday
Read all about you,
Yes I’ve read everything about you,
Read all about you yesterday,
And what can I do,
When I know everything about you?
Oh no that was yesterday
I thought about you yesterday (x2)
They think you have a lot to say,
We spoke about you yesterday
Talk all about you,
Yes I’ve heard everything about you,
Heard all about you yesterday,
And how can I lose,
When I’ve heard everything about you?
Oh no you didn’t write yesterday.
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5. |
Song for the Planets
04:58
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She’s called Venus,
Yes that’s her name,
And she circles round us,
She does it everyday,
Spinning up above us,
Yes that’s her game,
Tiempo always binds us,
And for her it’s just the same
He’s called Saturn,
Hidden in the flames,
Spell bound by Uranus,
He’s always been that way,
She’s called Luna,
She controls the sea,
Pulls it in and outward as a gift for you and me
Chorus: Spinning out of control,
Coming up for air,
Planets are the one thing you’re gonna find there,
Ooh-ooh-ooh, such is life,
Taking all the gases, mixing them right,
It’s nothing but your world,
Moving through the system, nothing seems right,
Not even in your world
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Searching
04:38
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Close the blinds,
Take your time
There’s nothing in this dog old world,
That you can claim to leave behind
You change your mind,
All the time
There’s something ‘bout this universe that calls you,
Come and see behind
Chorus: You’re searching for something,
You’re searching for something,
But you don’t know what it is
Move through time,
Space becomes you
There’s nothing but this vessel packed,
With the events that come to be you
You close your mind,
To what’s beyond you
And wonder why your wheel goes flat,
When you try to move beyond you
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Santiago Nasar
02:00
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Ooh-ooh-ooh, they planned your death for you
The stars they’d mapped it at your birth,
Ooh-ooh-ooh, your language butchered you
Its knives were driving for your heart
Chorus: Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh,
You were crossed right from the start (x2)
Ooh-ooh-ooh, the whole town spoke for you
They spoke in tongues sharpened to kill,
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and those who yearned for you
They snapped the lock shut on your chance
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8. |
Born Too Late
02:15
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I used to think that when I left those hips,
I was a post-punk on a different trip o-o-o,
My papa told me son you’ll have to stick,
To what the epoch says from whence you slipped o-o-o
I write the music that I have to make,
And for this music I was born too late o-o-o,
I played the guitar in my mother’s womb,
It was the reason I was born too soo-o-o-ooon
I look around about in front of me,
I hear the music spread out behind me o-o-o,
I play me guitar to express my fate,
To sing this sad song I was born too late, o-o-o
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Life Rehearsal
04:16
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Life rehearsal,
It’s nothing personal,
They picked the cast for you,
They only wanted the best from you
Kellogg’s and Persil,
Your life rehearsal,
They took your choice from you,
They only wanted the best for you
Chorus: Settle down, find a home,
Use your spades, and dig a space to call your own,
It’s just anywhere, you’re just anyone, it’s that time of year
Outro: Life rehearsal, it’s nothing personal
They pick the cast for you, they want the best from you,
They take your choice from you, they want the best for you
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10. |
Cut Your Teeth (Reprise)
02:47
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Have you cut your teeth today?
Cut them on a stone today?
The stone was formed through the years,
From the shells of crusty clams and snails
Stick your head in the ground,
Formed through the ages from rocks and stones
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11. |
World is a Crack
03:50
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The world is a crack,
That sticks in your back,
The music sounds whack,
Like it ain’t got no tack,
It’ll stick in your craw,
It’s all such a bore
The world is a whore,
It’s been stated before,
Sing through the hole,
That’s opened below,
It’ll make you feel faint,
Like a human misplaced
The world is a door,
That’s been opened before,
It creeks on its hinge,
As it lets us all in,
We enter the room,
No light breaks the gloom
The world is much more,
Than we thought of before,
It turns on an axis,
We can’t know in praxis,
Weaving its loom,
Its birds sing this tune
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MATT BATTLE Bogota, Colombia
Matt Battle is a British multi instrumentalist who records music at home. His DIY aesthetic has often drawn comparisons to some of the pioneers of this tradition, such as Daniel Johnston, R. Stevie Moore and Robert Wyatt. Matt Battle is also the main songwriter, guitarist and singer in the band Horticulture. He lives in Leigh-on-Sea, Essex. ... more
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