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Lyrics:

BIG SHIP

Big Ship, Tarred And Feathered, Burn Your House Brown, Stoneage Dinosaurs, Plane Plane Against The Grain


BIG SHIP

Pretty teeth scrapy clean with a wind-up machine
Im feeling very striking, its taken to my liking

Its a fine man who cups his breath
with a will to please
Wipy hand across the blazer

No-one here makes a sound, standing up or sitting down
We grin like alligators, assist with apparatus

Theres a strange feeling in my mind
and the room's too warm
and lit with MacDonalds lighting

And the tool the tool forever
falling down planes against the grain
of the wood of the box for my soul
and my aching heart

The tool forever falling down planes again and (x4)

all of the noise takes me to the ouside where theres all
creations joining in celebrating happiness and joy
all around the world
on land and in the sea


TARRED AND FEATHERED:

I find I understand the rules but cannot find the reasons
Do they include everything or change with every season
It's only a matter of

TIME
is of the essence, shall I put up some resistance?
Cursed with the awareness of my own existance
It's only a matter of

TIME
Tends to pass by quicker than the nail
That boxes me together forever it forms the seal
Is the knowledge of my own existance real?

(repeat)

A slice of life a piece of mind
laid on a plate of mankind
I'll take the key from the gravy
and unlock the cage that holds the ravens in

What's it like flying high?
I've a cone for a beak, but the tar makes me cry
That holds me together, Tarred and feathered

Breathing.... Hoping for the day
The radio and Television's thrown the rest away
Oh dear me!, look who's come around
Now all I have to do is hide my body in the ground
It's all I have to do

When they who to the sea go down
And in the waters ply their toil
Are lifted on the surges crown
And plunged where seething eddies boil


BURN YOUR HOUSE BROWN:

Left to live out our lives on earth
Unplug Katie crush the orange
wash the inside toast the peelings
break the kitchen play the windows
play the floor the tiles and ceiling

Look out here is hoover standing ugly at the door
his pretty little tubing getting sucked into the floor
the floor says this is dangerous the fridge is unaware
that everything it closes on is living without air

Plug it in the wall and "it works" oven cries
little drops of grease all dirty brown but clean inside
big house small house tumbling around
its a nail the knives and forks and the table to the ground
and Unplug Katie crush the orange
wash the inside toast the peelings
break the kitchen play the windows
play the floor the tiles and ceiling
Left to live out my life on earth

Marys house is upside down
she burnt the walls to make them brown
But left to her devices foiled by bluntness
she would take pleasure in finding something pointier.


STONEAGE DINOSAURS:

Wishing for money is a man growing old and he
breaks our knifes edge with his care for the ordinary

Winning hand in hand Michael Miles plays a game for me
Liberace asks after me and all my family

On down the line a soldier hides his worn uniform in an eiderdown,
says never mind the war just take me home again
for the last time

Jim parades a toy that he won on a rifle range
Holds him up high, its a plaster statue of Peter Glaze,
it says the strangest things
and all we feel is lonely just like stoneage dinosaurs

Wishing for money is a man growing old and he
breaks our knifes edge with his care for the ordinary
And Mr "T" offers me and all humanity a safe place to be
and all we feel is lonely just like stoneage dinosaurs


PLANE PLANE AGAINST THE GRAIN:

Little glad laughing makes a prickly noise
but when with the boys he breaks his toys

Clicks when he hops (the crip) and he stops
to strike at the face that stops his clocks

Better next time we want it to be
be just as happy for me
For all the things we wanted to be
take care and keep life a rolling on