1. |
Chess
01:59
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CHESS
(Moore)
The permanence of death, the permanence of life,
Makin' money of peoples' mistakes, that's funny,
Too much make up, on stupid faces, yes!
Chess...
Chess, what I've got is what you're going to get,
I'm too great, to be, just me,
floating around somewhere,
playing chess, with a ram, the devil,
I divulge, I'm evolved, to defuse, the de-evolved
I appear, you doubt me, and say a negative thing about me,
Love it, it's all flattery,
Write a book about me, and a movie if you can,
Otherwise you can use garage band...
Free promotion, wankster kamotion, love it, that's funny
No due respect to your courtesy, bow and curtsy,
That's clumsy, no ones gonna hold me back,
I read it in a book club friend,
You want to join my serial fan club, I'm serious man,
I'm going to join your serial fan club... yeah...
Chess!
Yeah, yeah... Chess
Chess... chess!
Chess... Chess baby, chess,
Chess... chess!
What I've got, is what you're going to get,
I'm too great, to be just me,
You're too great, to be just you
Playing chess, with a ram,
Chess
I divulge, I'm evolved, to defuse, the de-evolved
Chess baby chess
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2. |
Toast It (Ginger)
02:11
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GINGER JAM
(Toast it)
By Guy Moore
Ginger beer, ginger cake,
Baby, what you say before?
Give me space!
Freezing outside?
Ginger everywhere,
Keep you warm, brown and stumpy,
Toast it up man, jam it, jam it hard...
Toast it! Toast it, toast it, man...
And jam it up hard...
Mr hairy root,
What you want is,
What I need, is all foreign cream
Toast it
to me!
Ginger beer, ginger cake, ginger muffin, ginger matters!
Jam it, jam it, hard...
ginger everywhere!
This is, the cook, the eater!
Ginger in,
Toast it man, toast it
ginger her, gingering,
Ginger bum, no I never...
Toast it brother, put it in there, toaster,
Forgot to ring my mum,
Then jam it up
Get ready to ejaculate,
Ginger beer, ginger cake, ginger coke,
Baby, what you say before?
Ginger!
Give me space!
Fuzzy inside, freezes out,
Ginger everywhere!
Ginger hair, you forgot,
Toast it up brother, toast it up hard,
Toast it, toast it, then jam it up hard
She said, she says,
Ginger!
Yeah, I'll jam, it up, mate!
I'll jam it!
Toast it, toast it?! It's black and burnt now buddy!
Ginger toast!
Ginger jam!
Ginger beer, ginger cake!
Baby, what you say before?
Jam it brother!
(Oh fuck) Give me space!
Jam it up hard...
Toast it, toast it... Toast it brother
Jam it up hard...
Freezing out side, ginger every where, keep you warm!
Toast it brother, toast it,
Brown and stumpy! My root is hairy...
Spread it, jam it up hard.
What you, want! Is what, I need! Is all, foreign cream!
To me!
Ginger beer, ginger cake, ginger muffin, ginger matters!
Ginger's every where!
This is, the cook! The eater!
Ginger in, ginger her, gingering!
Ginger bum! No I never!
Forgot to ring my mum!
Toast it brother,
Jam it up hard
Toast it, toast it,
Get ready to ejaculate...
Jam it hard, jam it hard
Ya' broke my toast!
Toast it up hard,
Ginger beer, ginger cake, ginger coke!
Baby what you say before?
Toast it up hard
Ginger!
Give me space! Fuzzy inside, freezes outside!
Jam it brother
Ginger everywhere!
You forgot, ginger hair!
She says, she said!
Jam it jam It up hard brother
I'll jam you up, mate! If you don't shut up!
Ginger!
Toast it
Lino, kick his arse!
I'll jam it!
I'm not your brother! I'll jam your mother!
I know, Toast it! You told me, forty fuckin' times! The
same, breakfast rhyme!
Ginger toast!
Ginger jam!
Ginger man!
Aaahhhh!
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3. |
Plastic
03:00
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4. |
Time is a Uniform
03:22
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TIME IS A UNIFORM
(Moore/Romeo)
I find, my own way...
Dead man, found breathing...
What you ignore, I live off, what you ignore, I live with,
What you doubt, I live on
I'm a mental myth, mortally miffed,
I keep on, stepping forward, but I'm always, in the present,
Balance in between, the past and future,
I keep on, stepping forward, but I'm always in the present,
balance in between, the past and future,
Okay, so I'm a dumb arse
And I, don't know, what I'm talking about,
But you know, what I am, talking about,
Diabolical, I feel biblical,
Is (a) comforting, romantic thought,
I, don't keep my enemies close,
I, don't have any, but my friends turn to be,
Reveal with jealousy, just fans, closet G Moore lovers,
My penis in a barrel of rum!
With delusions of grandeur
I keep on, stepping forward, but I'm always, in the present,
Balance in between, the past and future
I keep on steeping forward, but I'm always in the present,
balance in between, the past and future
The true artist, self promoter, the light the sound,
the form of God, I do believe, the growing idiot, slob,
I'm a bossie Aussie, The brain still wants to play
You kick yourself with a stick!
Out of space, devouring fleshy fruits of the eye
I keep on, stepping forward, but I'm always...
Time is a uniform, Time is a uniform, time is a uniform,
time is a uniform, time is a uniform, times is a uniform,
Life and space no man controls, but can imagine,
Its the first time the last story is told
By the last story teller, the goriest man ever made,
More jokes than a George bush speech,
More gags than black porn,
You won't be in your body to long
So prepare to spare the cycle
Of the human soul, Stuck, in a hole,
You're right, and I'm wrong, lets fight,
Merlins a myth and I'm not,
The future,
Masterful exploitation of the situation
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5. |
In a White Building
03:02
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IN A WHITE BUILDING
(Moore)
In a white building, haley wants out...
I never met her, my matey...
Of course, you're guilty...
Ha haaaeegghh-aaawwweeeooww...
You're guilty... At night call me up, call me up,
I'm not, fuckin' comin', call the nurse a cunt...
For callin' the cops, call the doctor too,
and don't believe, that's why I'm here...
...
In a white building, haley wants out...
I never met her, my matey...
You're fuckin', with Guy Moore baby,
rain makes mud, no sunshine for haley hail,
... (fuck you...)
Don't fucking think, I can care, to do, the can-can...
(Fucking can-can, what the fuck are you talking about?)
Hit me haley, she rings me up at night,
From the mental hospital, hail, got hit, with a big piece,
No award, for finding the grail hale', hale
Yeah?
Say hello to Raymond
Hi
Your new friend, in the psycho ward,
Outside the door's, a psycho war!
Oowwaarrgghh...
Everybody hates him, everybody hates him,
I just, moved in...
In a white building, haley want out!
Aa aareeaggh
I never met her, my matey,
Aarreeowwgghh
Don't mind the sunshine,
Haley hates herself, and cannot stop,
Engraved it on her fore arm, in year seven,
You know the chick, passes out, after two hits,
She happened, no sunshine for haley hail, shit happened!
Stuck in bankstown hospital, this story's real,
fascinating isn't it, like being horny,
O' my god, old friends are so embarrassing, yep,
I'm so fascinated too,
Astonished that you weren't joking, mother fucker,
In a white building, haley wants out!
Haa-aaarrrhhh-aaeeooww....
Spewey loves huey, steffi, banana leaves,
haley hates hail, damn forgot about the bitch,
Let me finish this shit, this one's a trip!
One reason is why, for you, I won't go...
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6. |
On a Train
03:28
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7. |
Too Many
02:53
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TOO MANY
(Moore/Romeo)
Oh man, come on...
Oowwaaarruuggh... mmrrhagh.. aawrreeuogghhhaaoww...
It's a, nice song... walk with me...
Hhraauuggh... (deep breath) hhuuaaghh...
There's too many people, walking in this way,
There's too many people, walking in my way,
There's too many people, walking in this way,
There's too many people, walking in my way,
Song about, people, lost! Brainwashed,
Stumble at my feet, going against my grain,
You're pain, interferes, blocks my path...
I gotta change gears, fast...
Shuffle in fear, you're born second, last...
Cut off!
There's too many people, walking in this way,
There's too many people, walking in my way,
There's too many people, walking in this way,
There's too many people, walking in my way,
Nchyergh, chzeeargh, chearzgh
a happiness breaker, or a evil maker,
And there is no point to laughter, a man with a tail,
What's wrong with me? You don't like me too,
Well yes, I do! This is the real crease,
This is the real, vor-tex... aaarrgkkhhh...
Too many, too many, yeah there's too many,
There's too many, ipods, there's too many crap movies,
not enough good ones, to many cunts, not enough blunts
Too many indulging, not enough vomiting,
Too many wrong answers, too many, wrong answers,
from doing, too many, wrong things,
Too many horny bus drivers, not enough pancakes,
Too many pieces, of toast!
You fight for love, and I love to fight,
Bluff, you are your word, a fool...
Absurd, and should be, ashamed of yourself,
Too many signs, too many yellow signs,
Too many yellow and orange signs, too many signs!
You feel second last, desperate for class,
You buy a purple scarf, ha-haa
Too many flaky brakeys, too many flashy lackeys,
Not enough good stock, too many wankers,
Too many words, too cover up, your pussy wounds,
To much excess, to much, too much!
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8. |
Be like the Boy
02:55
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BE LIKE THE BOY
(Moore/Romeo)
Be like the boy, again... it's a revolution,
Higher intelligences, little green men, with big eyes,
You know the kind, you've met the kid,
Yep! No doubt, more than the imagination,
Get excited aye,
They're crashing, their space ships, into our shit!
You wonder about them, sure... I waste my time,
Man, and madness...
Be the person, you want to be, see the world change,
Got married long ago, the horse broke down,
Now the carts, got to pull it
Be, the person you want to be, see the world change,
Haaugh...I'll take my chance any day,
a damn good chance
Want to be someone, be yourself,
Want to be some one, be yourself,
Want to be some one, be yourself,
Want to be some one, be yourself,
Love the flesh, put this hell, into perspective,
Is it that, easy and hard, can I get a ride, to planet...
God... what a creator, do you ever get bored, if tick yes,
When? How often, and what time is it?
Sorry like this, but as a man I knew, as a kid,
He was silent, but violent, is how he was,
And still is, his hidden bliss,
Be the person, you want to be, see the world change,
Carbon atom laced with pain,
Be the person, you want to be, see the world change,
Big and masculine, my beautiful physique, I got new shoes,
Want to be someone be yourself,
Want to be someone be yourself,
Want to be someone be yourself,
Want to be someone be yourself,
I don't know who I am! A tank of truth
A hundred times, worse than "N",
You're forty one, and still winge about your mum,
I like scribble scrabble babble,
Ginger, with blacks and blue,
'Cause man in fifty years, the pm, will be a fuckin' alien,
it's a revolution... I like crop circles,
No need to worry, about the small and trivial
Just go after what you love, like benny hill,
when a fast worker's, a slow mind sometimes,
I'll break your happiness, like a mother should
Want to be some one be yourself,
I'm only nice when I'm lying,
Want to be some one be yourself,
About one mice, I'm guessing, you're dying,
Want to be some one, be yourself
You're guessing, I'm lying, no!
Want to be someone, be yourself
Want to be someone, be yourself
Be like the boy again,
Want to be someone, be yourself
It's a revolution,
Want to be someone, be yourself
Want to be some one, be yourself
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9. |
The Links
02:51
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THE LINKS
(Moore/Romeo)
Hey, you can break, the chains that drag you down,
Lighten up your load, before it starts to grow,
Hey, cut the links, that will make you sink,
That will drag you down, to subterranean howls,
Ooooo!!! Fire in the wind, or a flapping curtain,
Ask me, to push you off a cliff, you're falling from me,
You scream aaarrgghh! You're wrong and lazy,
Every right to be crazy, on the bottom,
Not going any where soon, an insult to babboons,
Time just stopped, left you behind, old friend,
A black hole, make amends, my mind winds,
She put a hole in the wall,
Gotta fix the hole in the wall,
That better fix the hole, in my head,
gotta fix, my mind...
I can't fix it!
Hey, you can break, the chains that drag you down,
Lighten up your load, before it starts to grow,
Hey, cut the links, that will make you sink,
That will drag you down, to subterranean howls,
Ahh haah! Aarrgghh...
Tonight's just one fight next to another,
How's my reflex gran? Shower, and wash this shit off,
Maybe my son will open up, soap her up,
Is this getting harder, am I getting smarter,
I don't care! Guilty... I just want to smoke a blunt,
wonder and ponder, don't know what to do, do what I want,
Keep me off guard... yes I do, bake a friend,
No I couldn't, yes I did,
I'm certain, you're full of shit,
Now the house is quiet,
I'll go for a jog, I'm a big fat slob,
hah- haah! Arrgghh...
Ooooo-ow!!!
Hey, you can break,
Ooooo!!
The chains that, drag you down,
Lighten up your load, before it starts to grow,
Hey, cut the links,
Ooooo!!
That will make you sink, that will drag you drown,
To subterranean howls
Yyahh, yah! That's not it, yes it does,
Positivism, sentimentalism, a verbal spasm,
Cut the link, cut the link!
You're flattering, brainwashed...
You're, brainwashed!
Untold damage, folds out,
hey, you can't, cut the link,
untold damage, folds out...
Folds out!
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10. |
Jesus Came Down
02:46
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JESUS CAME DOWN
(Moore/Romeo)
(Well you know it's kinda' sad, O' thankyou...)
-Deep breath (Haaugh...)
Jesus came down, (as) a dollar coin,
That day, it rained money...
Jesus came down, as a dollar coin,
That day, it rained money,
Jesus came down, as a dollar coin,
That day, it rained money,
Give me more, a lot more, money...
Greed... My need for greed, is why I'm angry,
Greed is never enough,
Sex toys break, so stick a new one in the puss',
The poor winge, because they are,
Everyone becomes, a white man,
...
Angry because you're greedy, guilty and greedy,
Black magic, is just a bunch, of bad thoughts,
Never hide, behind lies,
lying eyes, always lie, I confide,
Good thoughts, in a black cloud, of locks, cluster...
...
Jesus came down, as a dollar coin,
that day, it rained money,
Jesus came down, as a dollar coin,
That day... It rained money,
Give me more, give me more, a lot more money!
Thanks mate, over she goes, you're a captain,
Through the posts, a German squeeze, guilt and greed,
A goats feed, a ghosts seed,
Go see me, the one who makes, the most money,
Whinges the most, that's funny,
What is money about,
But no good paper, magic! Ripped from, an empty dead book,
Jesus came down, as a dollar coin,
that day, it rained money,
Jesus came down, as a dollar coin,
that day, it rained money,
...
(Handsome! Darling... you're so funny, you're a very good
boy- fun! You call this fun, that was boring- ooow!)
Jesus came down, as a dollar coin,
that day, it rained money,
Jesus came down, as a dollar coin,
that day, it rained money,
I still want more, greed again
Wwoooaaww!! That day, it rained money!
I still want more! Greed again,
Well ganja leaves, cure gangrene,
Used again, pimped again, by seedy greed,
Damn...
Evil laugh-(Wwhhhaaahahhhaah...)
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