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Biodegradable Man
03:53
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Well I'm a Biodegradable man,
you can take me for what I am
Just a great big lump o' ham sitting in the pig pen
You can throw me on the compost heap
you can bury me down real deep
you can stand around and weep but I'll be back again
Arms like twigs, a trunk like tree
a head like a cabbage and a brain like pea
with a couple of potatoes hanging down below
Well I'm carbon based from head to feet
plenty of fat, plenty of meat
Deep down just sinew and bone
Well you are, what you eat
Sometimes sour and sometimes sweet
Well I'm a biodegradable man etc.
I make a whole lot of methane gas
I'll make flowers grow out of your arse
I'll do anything that you ask, which way'd the wind blow
Well you are, what you eat
Recycle me into something sweet
Well I'm a biodegradable man etc.
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Trouble soon be over
Sorrow will have an end
Trouble soon be over
Oh Sorrow will have an end
I'd talk to God if he could hear me
With only myself to praise
I'd talk to God if he was near me
Pray for better days
Trouble soon etc
God is my soul protector
He's my bosom friend
When trouble rose all around
I know he'd take me in
Trouble soon etc.
Though my burden may be heavy
I won't let it crush me down
Someday I'll rest with Jesus
And wear a starry crown
Trouble etc.
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3. |
Carousel
04:47
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You're the power in me, you turn my wheel
You're the warm wind, that fills my sail
You're the only one, that makes my day
It's always night, when you're far away
Well you sent me out with a price upon my head
I guess I made my bed, and broke it
I'm like a carousel, that can't go round
Without a push from you, I make no sound
And there's a noisy world, spinning round me
And everytime, I don't jest
I make the line, second best
I can't do my work, or make the grade
Overdressed, and underpaid
High and dry with no water in my pail
No wind to turn my sail, and turn me
I'm like a carousel etc
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4. |
Highland Blues
05:36
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Highland blues, highland blues
Highland blues hidden in a song (Rpt.)
A horse thief were I
For that I must die
In cold gaol I lie with my highland blues
My highland blues
On mountainside
The cold wind does chide
For home I ride and my highland blues
My highland blues
Highland blues, highland blues
Oh highland blues hidden in a song
For king I fight
A man I despise
His hatred and lies and my highland blues
My highland, highland blues
Sweet bonnie gal
Wait for me shall
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5. |
Keep It To Myself
03:31
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You know that I can see pretty clearly I just never care to look
I'm gonna take some notes and maybe I will try to write a book
Or get myself some pots and pans and then I'll teach myself to cook
And I'll be gone, yes I'm gone
And I'll keep it to myself
Why would I want to tell anybody else
I'll put it up on the top shelf and I'll keep it to myself
Yeah I'll keep it to myself
I'll keep it to myself
Yeah I'll keep it to myself
I could shout it from the roof tops maybe I could write it in the sky
Or get myself a judge and a jury and I'll stand up and I'll testify
Or put on my traveling' shoes and then wave everyone goodbye
And I'll be gone, yes I'm gone
And I'll keep it to myself
Why would I etc.
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6. |
Mississippi John Hurt
03:27
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Put on your new hat
Put on your new spats
We're gonna see a gent
He really is a gent
Lift up your hat cos
Mississippi John Hurt's in town
He came all the way from Avalon
Left a pretty girl in Avalon
He ain't gonna be here long
So we really oughta get along
Lift up your hat cos
Mississippi John Hurt's in town
Well you know he's gonna pick some
With his fingers and his thumb
With a voice that is cool and clear
Sweetest voice that you'll ever hear
Lift up your hats boys cos
Mississippi John Hurt's in town
Lift Up Your Hat
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7. |
Turn Up For The Books
04:38
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I bought a boat - It had a leak
I met a strongman - He was weak
I bought some fried chicken - It had a beak
I got lost - Playing Hide 'n' seek
Was a turn up for the books
Just a turn up for the books
Many many hands - Or too many cooks
It was a turn up for the books
I bought a clock - With no face
I bought a horse - That wouldn't race
I got myself some shoes - I couldn't lace
I got a pacemaker - That couldn't stand the pace
Was a turn up…etc
Take no notice of all those strange looks
It's just a turn up for the books
Well you drinker - You smoker
You're off line - Playing online poker
Well you wretch - You joker
That's the fire - And you're the stoker
Was a turn up…etc
Lining the pockets - Of Dirty crooks
Just a turn up for the books
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8. |
Swing Races
01:34
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Instrumental
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9. |
Go To The Races More
05:57
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See my face out on the river
Striking for the distant shore
With all the things I can deliver
I'm gonna raid the store
And go to the races more
Now I know which way the wind blows
Now I'm fighting in the war
Tired of sitting in the window
Step through the open door
Go to the races more
Is it me that's being distant
Calling from a foreign shore
Fight against so much resistance
I know I've found a cure
I'll go to the races more
I hoped that love would find the answer
Put my body to the fore
Break the rules just like a chancer
Breaking up every law
And go to the races more
And go to the races more
Get down to the races more
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10. |
Wonderful World
04:30
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Don't know much about history
Don't know much biology
Don't know much about the science book
Don't know much about the French I took
But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you loved me to
What a wonderful world this could be
Don't know much about geometry
Don't know much trigonometry
Don't know much about algebra
Don't know what a slide rule is for
But I do know one and one is two
And if this one could be with you
What a wonderful world this could be
Well i don't claim to be an 'A' student
But that's what I'm trying to be
'cause if I was, an 'A' student baby
I could win your love for me
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11. |
Stone Cold
04:42
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As I lay beneath the sun
There's more races to be won
I'm stone cold, stone cold again
As I lift my body up
As I lift the coffee cup
It's stone cold, stone cold again
Stone cold,
Stone, stone cold
Stone cold again
As I lift the glass of wine
As I wait for party time
I'm stone cold, stone cold again
Take me with you if you can
Lead me there, just take my hand
It's stone cold, stone cold again
Stone cold etc.
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12. |
From A Buick 6
04:55
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I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid
But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid
She’s a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread
Well, if I go down dyin’, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
Well, when the pipeline gets broken and I’m lost on the river bridge
I’m cracked up on the highway and on the water’s edge
She comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with thread
Well, if I go down dyin’, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
Well, she don’t make me nervous, she don’t talk too much
She walks like Bo Diddley and she don’t need no crutch
She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead
Well, if I go down dyin’, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
Well, you know I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
She brings me everything and more, and just like I said
Well, if I go down dyin’, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
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13. |
This Time It's True
05:22
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You said that you're gonna leave me, like it or not
Better watch your temper now 'cause it's burning hot
Take no prisoners now, take it away
Could be the last thing that you say to me
Something tells me that this time it's true
Something tells me that this time it's true
Well I can read the signs…and the lines… on your face
Tell me that this time it's true
You've said that you're gonna leave me, many times before
I've tried to find a reason, I just find the door
I'll cover you in love, take away the pain
But you'd say that it's... it's all in vain and that
This time it's true
Something tells me that this time it's true
Well I can read the signs…and the lines… on your face
They tell me that this time it's true
You said that you could have helped me, here and there
We could have helped each other more…to be fair
So now the world's in your hands like an oyster shell
I guess it's time, that we wished each other well
Cos this time it's true
Tell me that this time it's true
Well I can read the signs…and the lines…on your face
Well they tell me that this time it's true
Something tells me that this time it's true
Tell me that this time it's true
And it's down to you, down to you
If you tell me that this time it's true
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14. |
Arms
06:37
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Well the storm it rages, high above our head
As we turn the pages, we turn the pages red
Don't you lay down your arms
Cos I won't give up so easily
Don't you lay down your arms for me
If we show no mercy, how can we survive
Chapter and verses, dominate our lives
Don't you lay down your arms
Cos I won't give up so easily
Don't you lay down your arms for me
Well it's time to hang onto, all the things we love
Well it's time to hang onto….isn't that enough?!
Don't you lay down your arms
Cos I won't give up so easily
Don't you lay down your arms for me
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Robbie McIntosh Weymouth, UK
Robbie McIntosh is well known as a sideman/session player (Paul McCartney, The Pretenders, Talk Talk, Norah Jones, Tears For
Fears, to name but a few)
As a solo performer and singer, he has released 8 albums:
Seaworld,
Fortuneswell,
Turn Up For The Books,
Widescreen, Emotional Bends
3 albums of instrumentals:
Unsung, Hush Hour and Christmas Carols.
Also the Let’s Put It All Together EP.
... more
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