Snow Joke EP
by Yeh Deadlies
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Digital Album
Immediate download of Magazine and Constitution Hill (with cover artwork and liner notes) in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Free Download
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Mount Street Blues
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Carrot for a nose
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The Sun
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released 02 March 2009
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- Track Name: Snow Theme/Sniper Wishlist
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Coming down the stairs
It's for polar bears
People ply their wares
People lose their shares
It was only a minor role
Just let it go
They didn't look you in the eye
And they don't deserve to die
Opening the door
To idle school yard lore
Death lingers like a bore
Pocket money equals chores
It was only a minor role
Just let it go
They may have made the teacher cry
And they don't deserve to die
Like the universe I'm ever expanding
Can't say the same for my social standing
A minor with a heart of coal demanding
That his Dad will stop that sanding of the drive way
And look at that fucking snowman
Gathered in the snow
A gang , aglee, aglow
People oughta know
The stinging of a blow
It was only a minor role
Just let it go
They didn't send a Valentine
And they don't deserve to die - Track Name: Mount Street Blues
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How long you've been hanging round my door?
How long you've been hanging round my door?
I don't wanna see your shiny boots
Under the street light anymore.
How long you've been down upon your knees?
How long you've been eating the disease?
Give me back the mystery in the night.
Let me go climb trees.
I know that one and one is two.
I know that one plus one is two.
But you're north of the equation,
It's not adding up when I'm talking to you.
And does your mother know that you've been giving me the Mount Street blues? - Track Name: The Sun
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Another day, your legs are splayed
The room is getting dark
It's fading fast, I'm at half mast
Oh demented, so contented now
Sun to warm your face and fruit to taste
Oh demented, so contented now
Drinking in the sun, the day is done
The past erased
Hot hands, cool oak
My head is broke
From walking in the heat
I close the door and cross the floor and doze off in the seat.
