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SINGLE AGAIN

English:
I married a man oh then
I married a man oh then
I married a man he was the plague of my life
And I wish I was single again
I wish I was single again
Cause when I was single my pockets did jingle and I wish I was single again
He beat me he banged me oh then
He beat me he banged me oh then
He beat me he banged me he swore he would hang me and I wish I was single again

He went for the rope oh then
He went for the rope oh then
He went for the rope and I think I was broke and then I wish I was single again
Cause when I was single my pockets would jingle and I wish I was single again
My husband he died oh then
My husband he died oh then
My husband he died and I laughed till I cried to think I was single again

I married another oh then
I married another oh then
I married another he was the devil’s grandfather and I wish I was single again
Cause when I was single my pockets did jingle and I wish I was single again
And then he beat me he banged me oh then
He beat me he banged me oh then
He beat me he banged me he swore he would hang me and I wish I was single again

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HERE COMES THE SUMMER

Last day in May, the afternoon: remember?
Black marks off charcoal from the dune: remember?
I thought it wouldn’t be too soon; we’d wait at least until it’s June.
The twenty-ninth of March it rained: remember?
You looked so sad that I explained: remember?
You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until it’s June.

I’ve been waiting since I don’t know when and now it finally seems about to start.
I swear, I swear, that I will do my part.

December dark at six o’clock: remember?
The freezing wind gives you a shock: remember?
You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until it’s June.
October damp on down the street: remember?
The sodden leaves stuck to your feet: remember?
You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until it’s June.

I’ve been waiting since I don’t know when and now it finally seems about to start.
I swear, I swear, that I will do my part.

July the third we stayed up late: remember?
And thought how long we’d have to wait: remember?
It’ll be so long until it’s soon; it’ll be so long until it’s June.

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EVERGREEN

I was wielding my axe drunk whiskey at the bar every night coming home out the windshield of my car,
I would look through the boughs and think I saw my lucky star.
I was spreading my sheets took dinner all alone every night of the week awaiting by the phone,
And I’d dab off my tears with my favorite pinecone.
Needle prick my spruce root
Dear little hemlock shoot
Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen.
I would tend to my bees sell honey on the road every fall in the wet watching lorries take their load,
And I’d get all my winnings ask for special sap in code.
In August for three weeks I’m back in the village where I clip all sorts of brambles and thorns from up the hill I pip,
In a little clay cup the stuff I cross myself and sip.
Needle prick my spruce root
Dear little hemlock shoot
Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen.
I was casting my line angling way the day. The stream was swift, it was clear, but the light was getting gray.
I bent down by the thistle and thought of what it was I’d say.
Needle prick my spruce root
Dear little hemlock shoot
Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen.

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SING FOR ME

Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me.
When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home.
The girl around her father throws her arms to make him stay:
“My daddy dear it hails, it blows; you cannot go today!�
Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me.
When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home.
The April mud was on his boots, a’clinging through the fields.
And desperate it sends up its shoots– but at water’s edge it yields.
Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me.
When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home.
The waves were pounding ‘gainst the dock; the pillars creak and growl.
The shoreman loading up the stock; the gulls were crying foul.
Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me.
When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home.
The father called up to the ship, “You need an extra hand?�
“Ah yes, for just a little trip: one month be back at land.�

The rain had stirred the sea too well; the salt poured on the deck.
At last the captain rang the bell: the ship was left to wreck.
Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me.
When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home.
It’s calm but now the fog is thick: so which way should they head?
The rest knew not and they must be quick– so father softly said:
Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me.
When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home.

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TROPICAL ICE-LAND

Goat’s head in the deli case
Oh sweet angel-angel-bearded face
Paper mache parade on at night
That’s what you do with no sunlight
In the tropical, tropical
Tropical ice-land
Black church on a cold tundra
Mountain-glacier-glacier-glacier-stream
Black stone beach and a Black Death bottle
Is all me and my baby’ll need
In the tropical, tropical
Tropical ice-land
Take intermission at the movies
Freeze outside for one quick smoke
Take a Klondike bar from the pop machine
Hey it’s ice cream, no not coke
In the tropical, tropical
Tropical ice-land
Let’s meet in Kristiana next summer
Let’s get out before we melt away
I’ve seen enough stray ponies and puffins
To get me through till the end of May
In the tropical, tropical
Tropical ice-land

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DUFFER ST. GEORGE

In the back of a mini cab
me and Georgie and Nigel and Sadie:
�Can I use your mobile?
Can I use your mobile, Sadie?�
On our way to Shoreditch;
off to Fabric in Shoreditch:
Duffer St. George and I don’t care.
Duffer St. George and I don’’t care.
On a Spitalfields Sunday
get a two pound curry and roll ups;
get a 12p bagel and a camouflage t-shirt and bracelets.
“Let me check the stalls first;�
Nige wants a pint first.
Duffer St. George and I don’t care;
Duffer St. George and I don’t care.

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SMELLING CIGARETTES

Very much vodka and too much tequila: those are the ways I learned to deal. Across against the light and the sleet scalds my sight, stunned I stayed put and a billboard truck runs over my foot. So things are really hopping; and my unemployment’s stopping; and my kitty cat’s copping; and I need to forget. So I go to the window and smell a cigarette.

Now I’m in the clutches of my crutches; I’m laid up, and I sip from my cup, and I look outside. And I see Christopher Hyde—who just got divorced, and there’s a restraining order enforced—going in his ex-wife’s garage. I’m just drunk enough to open the window, yell out gruff:

“Don’t you key that brand-new Camry.� And he gave me the cursor, �Damn,� returning to the spot he was, “Mind your own business you!� And I wag my finger, “You’re not doing what you’re supposed to do.�

And then he’s coming toward me, and I took a swig of my tequila ‘cause it made me feel a little nervous as he started across against the light: but he didn’t look to his right as he didn’t stay put. And a billboard truck came and ran over his foot.

And the cops responding called out to me, “Hey is this your cat?� “Yeah, but sometimes it forgets. Ah, wait a minute. I’m gonna come out there and smell a couple a cigarettes.�

Don’t you hurry, worry with me
Don’t you hurry, worry with me
I’m gonna pack up your eyes with sand if you tell me that again, if you tell me that again, if you tell me that again.
I’m gonna pack up your eyes with sand if you tell me you’ve been broke, if you tell me you’ve been broke, if you tell me you’ve been broke.
I’m gonna pack up your eyes with sand if you tell me that again, if you tell me that again, if you tell me that again, I’m gonna pack up your eyes with sand.
Don’t you hurry, worry with me
Don’t you hurry, worry with me
Don’t you hurry, worry with me
I’m gonna pack up your eyes with sand, I’m gonna pack up your eyes with sand, I’m gonna pack up your eyes with sand.
You better close your eyes, cause I’m about to pack ‘em up with sand.

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COUSIN CHRIS

Back the bus he cussed “Space suits! Blackened boots!
Lad, little Lad,� he said, “I’ve a tip for you:
See, what about me: what about her? What about me?�
For five dollars I walked him to his Mom’s
and on the threshold he said straight and calm,
“See, what about me: what about her? What about me?�
Can’t kiss cousin Chris could knight, turn off the light,
with what why’s we wave. What wish? It came true.
See, what about me. What about her? What about me.

T’ord ta tippy top Tommy tongue-tied talked,
tricked Trish tra trance which church chit-chat.
Nana nots no know, so down the firehouse we go.
Fireman Frank friendly fed fee-free
dank dusty doughnuts den da dribble drank.
Driven droopy drunken; in Clinton lake we’ve sunk in.
So Tommy, look here what you did:
Barnacle Bill’s bound bonus bid.

My mommy must a made up my mind
many months me for Mandy Miller resigned.
Right raise rank rise rust; and how she ever fussed!
About that out-lout doubt-route scout;
seems he liked someone better than her.
Oh! Tommy Trish and Frank
you can take me to the bank.
So I can bring a little extra today,
prop prince prize proof prize-proof, pry pray.

When the word of your ward was the sword by your side
and you dug up the deed in the dump where he died,
you seemed beside yourself; you’re wandering all your wealth.
‘While the warp and the woof of your words were worked
by perpetually pushing spirits and beers,
cause the coffin the cradle the curse
were woven even worse.
Since the ‘sary sends signs out the fire to whom it may concern:
cause the coffin is for me cause I have nothing to do with it;
and the cradle is for me cause the old dragon attacked me in it;
and the purse is for me because I don’t have money nor friends

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SWEET SPOTS

Well I stuffed my stuff into a sport sac and I took the Lake St. El.
Well I got off at Cicero and I snuck in through one of the loading docks.
And I smiled as I sucked my gem I mean to take a room at the Brach’s.
Well I put things into the pockets of my parachute pants and I walked on up the street.
Now Galewood makes me nervous but the corn syrup cloud’s such a lure.
So I’m staying off to the side at the end of the M&M Mars tour.
Well I bought a bike but the chain broke right outside of Parky’s.
Well the wait was making my eyes wet and sticking french fries down my throat.
But I had to press on cause sweeter stuff’s on the other side of the moat.
Well the cars were turning off Harlem so I had to stop and stare.
And I had to gulp for air oh my heart was racing I made my escape.
I’s red hot to get lemonheaded and live with Alexander the Grape.

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SULLIVAN’S SOCIAL SLUB

Brandy Butterscotch bartered and begged
Mandy Motherwell mustered and mugged
Lucy Liverspots lied oh! and legged
Danny Dungerees digged and he dugged.

So’s’on Saturday say slips’offs’a Sullivan’s Social Slub.
Need a nice ner and a nip and a nub?
Sup’slides’over Sullivan’s Social Slub.

Candy Cumberland cookied and cleaned
Andy Aspirate assholed and ate
Gary Guttergunk gathered and gleaned
Stripey Stripleford stripled ‘em straight.

So’s’on Saturday say slips’offs’a Sullivan’s Social Slub.
Need a nice ner and a nip and a nub?
Sup’slides’over Sullivan’s Social Slub.

Sally Summerdress something and smiled
Vincent Vibraphone hung up and dialed
Fanny Fitzafrank frowned fie fonna foe
Seamus Sweatyset swore at the show.

So’s’on Saturday say slips’offs’a Sullivan’s Social Slub.
Need a nice ner and a nip and a nub?
Sup’slides’over Sullivan’s Social Slub.