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I was the first match struck at the first cremation, you are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton
If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me, I'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body
Well summer sighed and summoned up hail. Dirty in dish rack drips the holy grail
May be heartslob but I want 'em to know, cut and shut us like a portmanteau 
We sit around jus' spitballin', all the witches cackle round my cauldron
Recognise the lies from my poker tongue (is it true...?)

They say you and me are tautology
What grows from the seeds, 
can you quite believe? 
through cracks come the weeds, 
Long time listener, first time caller, 
no need to remind me
What death leaves behind me

Why must I lie awake, from dusk until the morning, through fear of bein' impaled upon errant mattress spring?
Within a waking dream I finally made my heel turn, lived life as Super 8 when you were promised Hilton
Propose me as a pardon for sins, led on barbecue I'm burnt offerings
I proof-read the Book of Job for the Lord: edit one, League Cup 2004
We, delicate as a filigree, cleared a place for us in the chicory
Colosseum blood will dry in the sun (is it true...?)

We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid-gloves
What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love
We will flower again, I have surely seen it
WE WILL FLOWER AGAIN



What Death Leaves Behind

Written by Stephin Merritt
Performed by Jack Hayter

http://www.jackhayter.com/
http://thealbumwall.blogspot.co.uk/p/69-cover-songs_27.html

The Book of Love - Jack Hayter

Written by Stephin Merritt.
Performed by Naked House and Whorish Boorish.
https://soundcloud.com/naked-house
https://soundcloud.com/rebsosaurus
thealbumwall.blogspot.co.uk/p/69-cover-songs_27.html

Yeah! Oh, Yeah! - Naked House and Whorish Boorish

Written by Stephin Merritt.
Performed by Naked House.
https://soundcloud.com/naked-house
http://thealbumwall.blogspot.co.uk/p/69-cover-songs_27.html

Acoustic Guitar - Naked House

Written by Stephin Merritt.
Performed by Francesca's Word Salad.
https://soundcloud.com/francescas-word-salad
http://thealbumwall.blogspot.co.uk/p/69-cover-songs_27.html

A Chicken With Its Head Cut Off - Francesca's Word Salad

A song that I recorded in 2009 but forgot to actually mix until now!
It's about a guy used to hate. I don't think I've 'hated' many people, but this guy was something else!

Lyrics:

There comes a time in every scientist's life
When he's part of the solution and he faces evolution.
And I'm tangled in her charm and sweet pollution
But the man that I'd die not to be is all that she sees.

We should be on the same team,
We've found our way around the North West bar-scene,
But there's no way that I could ever see you as more than a drop in the sea.

Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs F-F-I-C-U-L-T-Y,
She's the reason that we fight.
Mrs S, Mrs U, Mrs B-T-L-E-T-Y, she knew,
I couldn't care less about you!

She's the sweetness in our biting teeth,
And she's feeling under pressure as we both try and impress her.
I know it's childish, kid, but we both just can't undress her,
And besides there's a standard she keeps, and you're way below me.

So man, I'll explain it slowly:
You're in the Conference and she's playing in the Premier League.
So take a look at what you can't achieve, then regress and stop messing with me.

Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs F-F-I-C-U-L-T-Y,
She's the reason that we fight.
Mrs S, Mrs U, Mrs B-T-L-E-T-Y, she knew,
I couldn't care less about you!

And Max says it best, but I'll give it my best shot:
You're nothing more than dirt I wouldn't waste my shoes to step on (to step on…)
What better qualities do you possess than a simple lack of common sense?
Let's wait and see if you can turn my friends against me.
Mr Idiocy
And Miss Difficulty
Are out to get me.
And why can't I see
That Miss Difficulty has made me Mr Family-Tree?

Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs F-F-I-C-U-L-T-Y,
She's the reason that we fight.
Mrs S, Mrs U, Mrs B-T-L-E-T-Y, she knew,
I couldn't care less about you!
Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs F-F-I-C-U-L-T-Y,
She's the reason that we fight.
Mrs S, Mrs U, Mrs B-T-L-E-T-Y, she knew,
I couldn't care less about you...

The Big Smoke

This is a song about badgers, but also so much more.
 It was written by Jack Foster, Josh Hughes and I in about 2007 (that long ago!). We first recorded it in Jack's parents' conservatory, on the crappy samsung phone that I had at the time. Me and Jack re-recorded this last year (sans-Joshua, unfortunately).

Lyrics:

There's a badger living inside me, 
Birds are rabbits going on holiday, 
Slugs are bees and worms have the cure for cancer.

We don't exist, we're a badger suit,
 Just a human brain. (Brain) 
Badgers control everything we do, 
But we don't complain. (Plain) 
Badgers hide the truth from us 
When we operate. (Rate) 
They hide themselves behind the lungs 
And the rib cage.

[Chorus:] 

We got it all so wrong, (so wrong) 
We got it all so wrong, (so wrong) 
We got it all so wrong... 
We got it all so wrong, (so wrong) 
We got it all so wrong, (so wrong) 
We got it all so wrong, 
...The animals are wearing suits.

Pheasants are the peasants of rabbits, 
Badgers have smoking habits, 
Worms have hospitals under the grass 
But you can't dig them up. 
Bats are slugs Hell's Angels, 
We're badgers from our cradles, 
The field mice live inside the chickens heads 
To feed their families.

[Chorus]

You climb out me when I'm sleeping,
 You control everything I do, 
You make all of my decisions
 And we share the same poo. 
(I got it all so wrong…)

[Chorus]

...The animals are wearing suuuuuuits.

Badgers

Written by Stephin Merritt.
Performed by Quarter Horses.
https://www.facebook.com/quarterhorsesmia
http://thealbumwall.blogspot.co.uk/p/69-cover-songs_27.html

All My Little Words - Quarter Horses

Lyrics:

And we say that my life is full of ex-girlfriends and
Punctuation that we get entangled in.
But despite all the obstacles, I'm relatively sure
That this sordid affair was meant to be our journey's end.

And this jealousy in burning red reminds me that I'm not yet dead.
But I'm tired of all the games coz you've changed all the rules and we've talked this to death.

She talks the night away,
From the dark until the day,
And there's nothing I can say to make her see that I'm dying to sleep,
So i'm closing my eyes,
As she talks herself a lullaby.

So you're leaving, goodbye and good luck,
And we'll settle for a hug coz we know we'll never be the same.
And when you're gone you can pull on my heartstrings and buy me a wedding ring, a keyring, or anything!

But don't bring up the past, coz it wasn't that great,
It was more of a landslide than stars and champagne.
So whatever you do I will give you my blessings, but still have some left.

She talks the night away,
From the dark until the day,
And there's nothing I can say to make her see that I'm dying to sleep,
So i'm closing my eyes,
As she talks herself a lullaby…

(A lullaby, a lullaby, a lullaby...)
(A lullaby, a lullaby, a lullaby...)

I want so many things instead of all this right now, 
I want a classic car, I want to drive around.
I want a bicep tattoo that gets distorted when I flex,
I want a perfect guitar, though I haven't seen it yet.

And we're both crazy, aren't we?

She talks the night away,
From the dark until the day,
And there's nothing I can say to make her see that I'm dying to sleep,
So i'm closing my eyes,
As she talks herself a lullaby…

(A lullaby, a lullaby, a lullaby...)
(A lullaby, a lullaby, a lullaby...)


Badgers

Nic Foley

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