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District 19
03:42
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In the piss-stinking backstreets of District 19
He lurked in the doorway of a Spanish canteen
They walked past at 10pm drunk, merry, laughing loud
Unaware of what would follow as they left the man behind them
Oblivion consumed them as they went past him
But as is groupthink, their awareness was dim
The cockiness of packs means they don’t deem themselves game
But as was about to happen, things would never be the same
You gotta run, people
You gotte hide, cowards
You gotta keep your mouth shut
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta run
Don’t look at the watchers, they can blind your eyes
Don’t listen to rumours cos they’re a pack of lies
Watch out for the weapons, they’re not quite as they seem
Watch out for the lurkers, they’re the stuff of nightmares
You gotta run, people
You gotte hide, cowards
You gotta keep your mouth shut
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta run
You gotta run, people
You gotte hide, cowards
You gotta keep your mouth shut
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta run
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Old Bearded Brute
04:11
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You old scary creature
Hanging out around here
Your clothes are in tatters
Your breath smells disgusting
You freaky eyed minstrel
Lurking under the bridge
Pissing on local pavements
Man, you are an animal
You frighten the children
You do
You do
You do
You’re wild and free-roaming
You old bearded brute
How dare you remind me
Of this, the prison we’re in
You sad, savage devil
Unpredictably there
Getting so damn aggressive
Your attitude is stinky
You’re angry and spiteful
With darkness in your eyes
You’re manic and shouting
Cos we’re all out to get you
You frighten the grown-ups
You do
You do
You do
You’re wild and free roaming
You old bearded brute
How dare you remind me
Of this, the prison we’re in
It seems you’re surviving
And holding on
Despite having nobody care
It’s hard to know how you fight on
You’re wild and free roaming
You old bearded brute
How dare you remind us
Of this prison that we are all locked in
You’re wild and free, baby
You wandering man
A disgrace that comes with
A price that is torturous to bear
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Ruby Tuesday
02:58
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She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don't matter if it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows, she comes and goes
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you
Don't question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothing's gained
Or nothing's lost, at such a cost
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you
"There's no time to lose, " I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind
Ain't life unkind?
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you
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The Clown
03:56
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Hello
There she is
One of life’s clowns
Wide-eyed and smiling
Laughing and jibing
People call her when they need a pick-me-up
But inside she’s dying
Somewhat
It’s okay
She’s standard “fine”
She’s one of life’s clowns
Resilient, sarcastic
Smart enough for wit
People look to her when they need ideas
But inside she’s searching for the one
Who can really see her
Leave her in her circus
It’s the best place she can sin
Where the shiny world of falsehood
Won’t dare to follow in
Won’t dare to follow in
Won’t dare to follow in
She’s hopeful
She’s positive
As clowns often are
They keep things simple
They love to see people smile
Singing in the rain and laughing in the sun
That helps scars to heal
At least a little
She’s in crowds
She’s all alone
A typical clown
Fitting into tribes to the extent of her comfort zone
Time alone is safest
Behind sacred walls
Under covers she is real
But no-one wants to see that
Leave her in her circus
It’s the best place she can sin
Where the shiny world of falsehood
Won’t dare to follow in
Won’t dare to follow in
Won’t dare to follow in
It’s her job to make them laugh
A clown sees the funny side
So don’t look too closely
Because you might see the deeper truth
The stories, the love, the angst and the pain
Will help you to really see
Why she is just a goddam clown
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The Vaudevillian Monsters Hastings, UK
The Vaudevillian Monsters are a collaborative of musicians and performers who make music, theatrical vaudeville style, and play with a whole range of performance concepts. Created by Dannie-Lu Carr. Based in Hastings.
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