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Incho (feat. 14A)
01:00
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Cho ro cho ro cho
Cho cho
Cho ro cho ro cho
Cho cho
Cho ro cho ro cho cho
Cho
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2. |
A Toucan At La Cangreja
00:08
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3. |
Through My Own Eyes
04:31
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Verse 1:
Through my own eyes I see the world
Through my own eyes I see things I never dreamed of
Hard working days and sleepless nights
I see it all through my own eyes
Chorus:
I left it all behind to see things through my own eyes
Not on TV or online
Never seen things like that, don't know if I can go back
Now I've seen through my own eyes
Verse 2:
Through my own eyes I'm not alone
Through my own eyes I see the mountains and winding roads
Hard-working days are flying by
I see it all through my own eyes
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4. |
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Verse 1:
These songs sound better today
Thank the million times I heard them yesterday
Half a world away from things I'd been fearing
The sun, the road and Brummie engineering
Pre-chorus:
I heard them all on the 65
On every day I died a little inside
If your Oasis tracks sound bored
Take them up Route 34
Chorus:
I've had these songs in my ears for over eighteen years
And though they've always sounded great
They've never sound the same again
Verse 2:
Pacific coast on my left hand side
Riding in the Costa Rican sunshine
Can't believe the sites I'm seeing are mine
Thinking about the music of '95
Middle 8:
In a few years time when I'm ready to die
And I want to hear Oasis one last time
I know I'll have that road trip in my mind
February 2014
Lost where I never dreamed to be
I know I'll lie there and I'll smile
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5. |
The Dogs of Achuapa
00:13
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6. |
Alpha 3 Drowned A Puppy
02:59
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Verse one:
Once upon a time Alpha three
Took a little break from their trekking
They found themselves a little puppy
And they locked it in the toilet
The puppy had a place in an old lady’s heart
They said it followed them too far
They took it as far as the church yard
And they locked it in the toilet
Chorus:
The puppy needed to wet its throat
It jumped to get its head in the toilet bowl
The poor little puppy couldn’t get out
And that poor puppy drowned
Verse two:
They said they thought they were doing right
Someone would come to the toilet and find
The poor little puppy all alone
And find a way to take him home
The puppy was smaller than a hiking boot
Black and white and super-cute
The kind of puppy to make you go “Aw”
Now that poor puppy’s gone.
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7. |
Just Do Four
00:43
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8. |
Rachel, Give Me Drugs
02:55
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Chorus:
Rachel give me drugs
Rachel give me drugs
That’s what a medic does
So Rachel give me drugs
Verse one:
Tramadol, tramadol
I am gonna take it all
Rachel give me drugs
That’s what a medic does
Verse two:
Codeine, codeine
You are all for me
Rachel give me drugs
That’s what a medic does
Verse three:
Diazepam, diazepam
Can you try and calm me down
Rachel give me drugs
That’s what a medic does
Verse four:
Midazolam, midazolam
Knock me out if you can
Rachel give me drugs
That’s what a medic does
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9. |
Organised Fun
03:18
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Verse one:
I remember the good old days
When you could just name a time and a place
Those days are dead and gone
Now it’s all about the organised fun
Chorus:
Ninety nine percent of the time
That I’ve had fun in my life
Never needed to write it down
I’m happy not to be one of the crowd
Verse two:
I’ll meet you here at this time
You bring beer, I’ll bring wine
Who knows where we’ll go tonight
We don’t fun to be organised
Final chorus
Ninety nine percent of the time
That I’ve had fun in my life
Never needed to write it down
I’m happy not to be one of the crowd
I’ll always be the one who said
Organised fun can go fuck itself
Why can’t I read a book instead?
Organised fun can go fuck itself
I wanna be alone in my own head
Organised fun can go fuck itself
I’d rather die alone in my bed
Organised fun can go fuck itseeeeelf
Organised fun can go fuck itseeeeelf
Organised fun can go fuck itself
Organised fun can go fuck itself
Organised fun can go fuck itself
Organised fun can go fuck itself
Organised fun can go fuck itself to hell.
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10. |
Ready To Take Your Money
05:48
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Verse one:
Let me see if I’ve got this right
You want me to work doing things I like
Feels like you’re shitting me
Saying you want to give that much money
For the privilege everyday
Of doing things I can do with my eyes closed anyway
It took three months working for free
With the job title you needed to see
Chorus:
Now I’m ready to take your money
I want the house, the car and holidays
I know I’m a bit behind and I’ll admit it’s taken some time
I finally worked out how to take your money
Verse two:
For seven years now I’m been aimlessly around
With any job that could be found
I pay my rent and bills
With very little left for fun and thrills
They said you can’t have any more pay
‘Cause you don’t earn enough today
The way it works in these times
Is if you start at the bottom, you’re not allowed climb
Middle 8
I know this sounds like a simple case of greed
I want you to know I completely agree
You might say money won’t make you happy
But I’d rather cry in a Ferrari
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11. |
Time In The Sun
03:03
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Verse one:
I’m looking forward to getting home
Where I can hide in my man cave all alone
Away from IT of three months past
Computer and internet that’s actually fast
I want a good strong cup of tea
While I’m watching stories on TV
Three months hasn’t been so long
But I’m looking forward to getting home
Chorus:
I won’t pretend it’s not been fun
But I’ve spent enough time in the sun
I’ve got what I needed it’s time to go
Say goodbye to the people I’ve known
I’ve spent enough time in the sun
Verse two:
I’ll watch films until late at night
I’ll only wash up if I like
I’ll have all my lovely guitars
I’ll spend all day with them in my arms
I’ll go to watch local bands
With a pint of real ale in my hand
I’ll shoot zombies on my Dreamcast
And see X-Men: Days of Future Past
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12. |
We're Going Home
02:49
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We’re going home
We’re going home
Away from Turrialba
We’re going home
It’s been three months and I’ve made some friends
But some of you I hope I never see again
We’re going home
There’s no Maxi Pali
There’s Don Martin
There’s no Splatches or Wanky
It’s been three months, but it feels like ten years
‘Cause of all I’ve seen and done while I’ve been here
It’s been three months and I’ve made some friends
But some of you I hope I never see again
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13. |
Demons On The Radio
04:26
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Verse one:
Sunday night I’ll sleep in the office again
What a way to spend the weekend
Hope you all have a quiet night
Not like the last time
Chorus:
This is the last thing that I can write here
This is the last night time that I am gonna hear
Demons on the radio with nothing to say
But the demons in me have left and gone away
Verse two:
It’s no secret and I cannot lie
I’m sure I don’t have anything to hide
Know why I’m here and why I’m going again
Why should I not have a better ending?
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14. |
Get On The Bus
01:57
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Verse 1:
Get your breakfast and clean up
And get the hell on the bus
Don’t care if you waste your drinking time
But, don’t waste mine
Chorus:
I’m gonna beat you with my stick if you don’t get on the bus
I’m gonna beat you with my stick if you don’t get on the bus
Verse 2:
Sunny days chasing the clouds away
Taking Venturers to San Jose
Verse 3:
So get out there and clean up your filth
We’re not your maids, you’re not at home, you little shits.
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