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Coyote
02:51
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There's a coyote on the road
wondering which way to go
he's tired of dodging cars and police
wishin he could take a holiday
Go to the Country Fair
Take his little coyote lady there
They’d go on a ride and HOWL
Yip yip yip hooray!
It's not fair to be a coyote in the city
It's not fair to be a coyote in the street
There's a coyote on the street
thinking about a bite to eat
he's tired of eating dogs and cats
and doesn't like the taste of rats
But at the Country Fair
get some good old free range country hare
He'd lick his lips and HOWL
Yip yip yip hooray
It's not fair to be a coyote in the city
It's not fair to be a coyote in the street
The ducks are gone
the air stinks
there's no good places left for him to dig
the street lights stay
on all night long
the moon is just a sidewalk memory
There's a coyote on the road
lookin for a place to hide
his toe nails click, on the pavement
alone without a pack of friends
But at the Country Fair
all his coyote buddies would be there
they'd run up a hill and HOWL
Yip yip yip hooray...
..he squints his eyes and scurries away
Yip Yip Yip
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2. |
Goat
01:55
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This is what the goat told me, told me, told me
He spoke inscrutably,
Then fixed his eyes on me, on me, on me,
With pupils long and square like laser beams.
Always travel in a pack, listen to the wind,
Climb a mountain whenever you feel the call within
Take a nap at anytime so you can stay up late
To see the stars on cloudless nights, from which to navigate.
This is what the goat told me……
He spoke inscrutably….
Then fixed his eyes on me on me on me
With pupils long and square like laser beams.
Dot dash beep beep
An alien power has infected me
Now I can understand
All goat dialects fluently
This is what the goat told me
This is what the goat told me
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3. |
Rouler a Velos
02:35
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Riding at the centre of a Cheshire hurricane
Montreal bike girl with pipe cleaner braids
Is longing
As long as her striped stockings
Flying past the bistro with the spiral staircase
Past the red house with the green door and the black wrought iron gate
Through the stop sign
To a street with no awings
Rouler a Velo
Faster than Tintin
Rouler a Velo
With roses in her cheeks
Into the distance
Her dark eyes shine
Along the seaway
She flies like borrowed time
Salad greens and magazines swing softly at her hip
While mushrooms and an eggplant take the side bags for the trip to
Supper
Her heart served on a plate for another
The pedals of her bike revolve like satelites of mars
With an atmosphere of purple
Like the tumbledown scent of flowers
And sweet anticipated hours
Rouler a Velo
Faster than Tintin
Rouler a Velo
With roses in her cheeks
Into the distance
Her dark eyes shine
Along the seaway
She flies like borrowed time
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4. |
Oily Tale
02:29
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This is the tale of a king and queen
cache and luxury
their riches flowed like gasoline
until the well went dry, until the well went dry
until the well went dry, until the well went dry
This is the tale of a slippery deed
a blue-blooded currency
refined and born to spend
Lear-jet and Mercedes-benz
the price is titanic
the band played on, the band played on
the band played on, uh-hunh the band played on
They say the kingdom is coming and judgement day
could be just a feather away
a pin-striped flock on the wings of fate
landing on an oily lake.
Prayed the bishop to his checkered mate
‘was the princess the fairest in the land today?’
Reflection, in the mirror, will the question ever change?
A royal tale gotten out of hand
a crude gesture upon the land
once a boomtown
returns to dust, returns to dust
returns to dust, returns to dust,
returns to dust, returns to dust
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5. |
Grubby Baby
01:42
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Won’t you be my Grubby Baby
Come on dance barefoot with me
Cheek to cheek our dusty faces
At the Squeezebox Jamboree
Twirl your partner like a treetop
Cedar branches everywhere
Promenade into the ocean
Leave the sea salt in your hair
Chorus
All join hands and circle right
Along the shady forest trail
To a clearing on a hillside
Everybody swing and twirl
Chorus
Gather round the campfire
We will stay up all night long and tell
Tales about our times together
Do-si-do till the morning bell
Chorus
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6. |
Penguin
03:47
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Dressed up to the nines
Hangin by the pool
Got my polar face on
And i’m keepin' it cool
At the south pole where ice floes
Collide like bumper cars
On the midway in the Artic
On a Sunday afternoon
I’m a glacial kind of guy
A fully aquatic bird
Flippin' ice chips on the downbeat
Makin’ love in the wintry cold
A penguin’s gotta do
What a penguin’s gotta do
It’s exceptionally cool
To be a penguin
Put your flippers in the air
Put your flippers in the air
Put your flippers in the air
If you’re a penguin…..too
Ice cream sandwich
Everybody gather round and snuggle in
Let’s make a big pack like we always do
Then i’ll try my best to get to the middle
Try my best to get to the middle
Try my best to get to you
Dressed up for the big show
In my two-toned jersey suit
Sliding into home-base
Im’a penguin Babe Ruth
On this island made of snowballs
I hit home-runs every day
By night i rock the casbah
In my penguimatic way
I’m an enigmatic bird
Half fish, half fowl, half lion
King of the frozen playa
At the bottom of the earth
A penguin’s gotta do
What a penguin’s gotta do
It’s exceptionally cool
To be a penguin
Put your flippers in the air
Put your flippers in the air
Put your flippers in the air
If you’re a penguin…..too
Dressed up to the nines
Hangin by the pool
Got my polar face on
And i’m keepin' it cool
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7. |
Crabapples
02:52
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KATHERYN PETERSEN Vancouver, British Columbia
Katheryn and her accordion have been inseparable for years. If you see her on the street she will no doubt be hefting a distinctive piece of luggage that is regularly mistaken as an electronic typewriter case. Indeed, the tapping of her keys makes a joyful sound but hers are attached to bellows and not ink ribbons. katherynpetersen.com ... more
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