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JoLLY TRouBLe

If one day you come up to me and say I'm old and time has come to bury me

I won't be a fuss, I'll dig my hole and then I'll live and then I'll grow, I'll

be a tree

I'll do some wood I'll do some leaves, right in front of your window, I'll dim

the lights

All you round will feel like night but you can't bring yourself to cut me down

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But one day at last , I'll bear some fruit, heavy , juicy , shinny fruit, you

can't resist

And this fruit, you shall pick, it'll make you sick, it's highly poisonous

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose,

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose.

Pick a card from the deck, then put it back in the deck, anywhere you want.

-No, not this one.

Pick a card, put it back anywhere you want but more to this side.

-No, not this one.

Pick this card in the deck, then put it back here, under my thumb.

-Ace of spades!

This is what I call magic, it's very rare, it's a gift.

Eight hold the low parts while you dive in a pond.

The pond is full of sharks but you're wearing a suit.

The suit is made of chicken skin so you'll survive the chute.

Ten will make you bleed while you build-up some speed.

When you get up to eighty, you stand right on the saddle.

Let go of the handlebars and do a triple somersault.

Six are kicking your head while you enter the church.

You set fire to the priest but save him with the holy water.

As soon as you catch a dead bee bring it back to life with your foot

Go and dig up a big fat tree rub it down with blood soap and soot

They took their car when they coud've been walking

They only had a little way to go

They took their boat when they could've been swimming

They only had a little way to go

What if we all did the same?

What if we all did the same?

What if we all did the same?

What if we all did the same?

Let's go now, have a big fat ripe lie 'bout ways how to write songs to make you

cry.

How long can it take for us to write a dozen pieces,

For every one of us to sing their bit and play their part?

How long? How long? How long? How long? How?

All the notes we know and finding words has never been a trouble

Why is it so long, are we so slow, don't we move on?

How long? How long? How long? How long?

Maybe we know our listeners are at least as slow as us,

And if in equal situation wouldn't we hear double the fuss?

Interesting, quite, high, no, reasonnable, dim

Seven days

Twenty times

Eighteen years

You've been here for

How long? How long? How long? How long? How?

Crappy diesel, funny petrol, medecine and hope.

Slimy oil, daily dribble, semolina bolt.

How long? How long? How long? How long?

Let's go now, have a big fat ripe lie 'bout ways how to write songs to make you

cry.

You have ways to look at things

And see them well, and see their strings

And it can harm, Oh hear me beg

To break an arm, to break a leg

Fill up my socks with paste and rocks

Up to my knees.

And it can harm.

You hold keys that lock you in states

But you are told not to touch keys

Until weird beings come come come...

It's dry you, suck cool drinks from a straw.

You're late, but you'll catch the time.

You suck not only blood but time.

You're late, but it's not worth a stroke.

You suck everything that has taste.

You're late, I guess we'll have to wait.

You suck and suck so much that now

You're late, my luck your cake.

Good, but it can harm.

The arrow maker's simple

He's pervious to speed

A talker of twaddle

He's a twerp, he quiddles

Wake up! Don't!

Wake up! Don't!

The sherif has a lazy eye

He hirples like a gaby

He havers on his lies

About flaccid girls like me

But we know how things end up

When sherifs meet twerps

If you've had a beer

And a taste of turd

You have to eat desert

The shepherd's son is humble

He never feels the need

To brag about his cattle

He's a mute, he dribbles

The taylor has a funny tie

That points down at his belly

He says it stops him getting high

When things are getting fizzy

Taylor has a funny mirror

Taylor has a hobby

Shepherd has a funny hammer

Shepherd has a fury

Sherif has a funny ladder

Sherif has a query

Have a drink of funny liquor

Have a piece of jelly

He! Who! He! Who!

He who dribbles, he who dribbles

He who dribbles, he who dribbles

Come into lobby

Come into body

Have a tea to drink

Have a tea to spit

Come into party

Come into glory

Have a cat to kill

Have a dog to drill

They know nothing still they can't stop talking

They keep moving but don't know where they're heading

They love ideas we've lost for years

We've been here for longer

We know it can't be better

Youth is no value

We're wiser than you

You'll try to make it sound

Like something good

Like something we all need

And we'll get used

To seeing things

The way you do

We'll love to hear for hours

Fighting bulls and shooting birds

You'll calm our sense of greed

Our lust for books

We'll loose our need to read

You cost us money and time

We'd be better off filling in the mine

Getting in the tub from a door on the side

Thank you for the sight we have our pride

You're shown into a kitchen

The cooks are standing there

They're standing standing standing standing

Standing while you stare

They come a little closer

And sit you on a chair

They're coming coming coming coming

Coming while stare

The cooks they think you're nice

And want another bite

They know a way to better you

So that you can taste right

Choose the picture onthe plate

The cheese you want to grate

Your name is on the menu

Have a bite the meat is you

This little finger went off for a drive

He went through the tunnel of death

And came back from after life

This little finger was never really the same again

But he still had a nice life

'Cause he never told what he saw

But still he went on turning knobs and pushing buttons

But still he went on turning knobs with his thumb

Enveloppe, overview

Attack may be gradual

Or anything in between

Likewise when a sound ends

It dies away completely

The final drop in brightness

We call it its release

This is a call

I made two days ago

To warn you of a vision

Enter the hall

You'll see a list of names

They all lived in the mansion

And all the time they spent in the house

Was wasted on number of deeds that mattered moderately

Like reading a book and cutting a tree

CuTe HoRSe CuT

Every step is planned

And this is how I'm hoping

Things are most likely

To take place

Bring some biscuits

Maybe shout

Indicate

You hide out

Out of the box will come the screws that seal your coffin.

They're fragile and they'll break for nothing.

Burried in a hole

just wait a minute

we shall get you

When everything is quiet

Quite easy and obvious

You were bound to die

You're simply going in and coming out

Dig a bit

With your nails

Soft patches

Are bound to give way

Forget the breathing

Azote in a tin

Ear us diging

We'll piercing your skin

Hit me from a different angle

It'll help escape the tangle

There are clouds in this room

There are crowds use a broom

Hunt me from a different angle

Kill me right in the jungle

Fill the ditch in my shoes

Make me rich

Help me choose

Hang me out a longer paddle

I won't go without the saddle

Have a walk in the town

Have a talk wear a crown

Hang that ham above the craddle

Bunch of twankers are this label

Get the keys on the door

Feed the bees on the floor

All you need is a brick

And a window

Throw the brick through

The open window

and let it land on my hand

Ha ha laughs

Ha ha cries

We love tricks so much

Ha ha blood ha ha

Broken fingers

Let's do it again

Let's do it again,

Let's do it again,

Let's do it ag'

Who tells you what to do?

King

Who knows what is true?

You

Who is it you call you?

Me

Who's in charge of the key?

You

Who's going to be keen?

Who told you to be true?

Me

Who gave you such a sting?

King

Who never has a clue?

You

Who's going to be me?

Queen

Who's going to do you?

Who is last in the queue?

Kinky pawn eating the cheeseboard

winking at the king with his sword

Kinky pawn eating the cheeseboard

winking at the king with his sword

King key clue queen you

Do keen you me true

Me do you king queen

Mean me see you true

King key clue queen you

Do keen you me true

Me do you king queen

Mean me see you true

I was plotting in a trench

You came waving a wrench

You hit me right in the jaw

Efficiently ending our war

I was waiting in the car

You came swaying a crowbar

You turned out all of my lights

Efficiently ending our fights

Peace and harmony

Cannot be stopped

When sudden violence

Comes into the plot

It's unbeatable

Bliss and quietness

Shall be redeemed

If utter wildness

Is part of the scheme

It's unbeatable

We are know all fit to jump the cliff

Cyanid's ready fo the last sip

We've waited so long to pop our lids

Haunted house,

Haunted house.

What lies in your cellar?

Haunted house,

Haunted house.

What lies in your loft?

Probably nothing scary,

Probably nothing ghostly.

Day

Easy rules we see you coming

Lazy fools we'll have you hanging

Rusty tools will do the cutting

Leafy trees shall hide the killing

Day, day, day, day...

Easy rules we see you coming

Rusty tools will do the cutting

Spend my time

Broke my spine

Search and find

Listen to grind

Spend my time

Broke my spine

Search and find

Play some grind

Easy rules you see us coming

Lazy fools you'll have us hanging

Empty pools you're so deceiving

Leafy trees they see us dying

Each day I set up a new string

Next week I'll be able to sing

slight

give

kinds

small

That

me

to

your

slight

tilts

give

good

kinds

of

small

tips

that

make

me

want

to

break

your

hips

oh oh oh ...

slight

tilts

give

good

kinds

of

small

tips

that

make

me

want

to

break

your

hips

oh oh oh ...

Drink an extra pint of gravy

Drink an extra pint of gravy

Broken instruments

The orchestra is ill

Most dates cancelled

The musicians were killed

Instruments

Mended

Orchestra

Deaf

DaddySticks likes to talk and knows how things work. In nineteen eighty two, he meets and marries MummyCello. She's comprehensive. In two thousand and two, has he was drowning, she saved GuitarDog. He's a fierce alsacian that bites and attacks at all times, he needs to be calmed down with food and if that doesn't work DaddySticks beats him up badly.

He hits joints, the tail and the head to teach the dog

He says « it's a logical way to proceed ».

But sometimes, MummyCello needs to call the psychiatric services or the police.

I'll hurt your elbow

I'll kick your right shoulder

I'll krush your blockhead

I'll hit your left finger

I'll hurt your elbow

I'll kick your right shoulder

I'll krush your blockhead

I'll hit your left finger

I'll cut your legs you'll stop dancing and simpering (x17)

You shoot after

I don't know how many people you see

Are you thinking there are a lot of pills

I don't know how many people you see

Are you thinking there are a lot of pills

I was wondering if theese were the same as those we'd seen previously, because of all the small screws and maybe they can be fitted together if the sizes coïncide, couldn't they be fixed on the top of one another with like this one top on all the ground and this one on top.

In the shape of a pyramid.

I don't know how the crowds descend theese hills

Are you thinking that they will break their knees

I am so glad you choose this walnut tree

Are you having another of my pills

Clap whouaaa

Are you in pain ?

If (x30)

If you cross a nice ghost

Tell him you'll be his host

If he says you look ill

Tell him you can still kill

They can enter your eyes

Can travel through lies

They displace your earings

They remember

They can move the curtain

They can make things happen

They miscount the cd's

They turn on the tv's

If you cross a nice ghost (x3)

If If If If If If If If

Blood on my shirt

Snot on my socks

Spit on your vest

Sweat on your hat

You know that birds eat worms that eat leaves that fall from trees where birds live.

You know that birds eat worms that eat leaves that fall from trees where birds live.

Trees know that worms eat birds that fall from leaves where you live.

You are sitting

Opposite me

In a party

Everybody has fun

Between us

Is a bowl

Containing

Rotten chips

The bowl

represents

The crust

Of planets

You're pushing

The bowl

Towards me

With your feet

You're filling

The hole

Inside me

With some meat

Where will it all come from?

And when will it end?

Why don't you ever pretend?

Cry when the people die

And try the life extent

Oh my, you nearly made it.

Could you carve me animal skin ?

I'll give you all

Can't she bring me magazine tin?

It's in the hole.

Did they play us several tricks ?

They don't need to.

Do we have to understand it ?

I've work to do.

Are you finding cannibal books ?

Look in your desk.

Is she waiting pornograf books ?

And all the rest.

Are They cooking edible cats ?

Mist you will know

Can I wear theese horrible hats ?

You can say no.

Open mouth stuck-out tongue telling lies I know see why it all went wrong.

They don't need to

Is your end coming ?

Wait a second.

Are you proud of it ?

l spell on tong.

Do we have to quit ?

After this song

How do you call it ?

My diamond pond.

i'M oK

I built you an airplane, it never left the lane.

I built you a huge bed , I set fire to the shed.

I bought you a nice dog, I killed it with a log.

I really want to marry you, I don't think you'll be true.

Tardiness and malady are slackening the rest :

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Tardiness and malady are slackening the rest :

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Accident for a president

Accident for a president

Tragedy for a first lady

Tragedy for a first lady

Accident for a president

Tragedy for a first lady

Accident of a first lady

Tragedy of a president.

I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,

I'm ok, I'm ok.

I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,

I'm ok, I'm ok.

Knife – hatchet – scissors – blade – hammer

nails – shears – razor – chainsaw – arrows

head-cutting wire – glove – guillotine – teeth

I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,

I'm ok, I'm ok.

I'm really fine, I'm well balanced,

I'm ok, I'm ok.

aND

Colors and shapes an facts and figures about boys and girls and girls and boys,

lies and videotapes, they say and tell everything and nothing.

Cherry, elephant, mad, tired.

Riot, years, fuzz, oil?

Grab the glass and light the gas,

We cut some wood and store it inside.

Wait a year and dig-up the weeds,

Choose the right book and start to read.

Block-up your ears and close your eyes,

Dogs bark and tear-up their inside.

Plants have suddenly stopped growing,

Cook the last feast watch your spelling.

C'était pas moi qui jouais du saxo.

Quoi?

C'était pas moi qui jouais du saxo.

Quoi?

C'était pas moi qui jouais du saxo.

Quoi?

J'ai peur d'aller en enfer.

J'ai peur d'aller en enfer.

J'ai peur.

She cleans her crooked nails with poork blood.

You shiver, you quiver, you tremble.

She plays with riots and balls fire.

Do you like it? It thrills you? It thrills you.

She wears a beard and plays electric guitar.

Do you hear it? Do you want to dance?

The dance of the red burning dancers?

The slope, the fall, the slope, the fall, the slope, the fall, the slope, the fall.

Without fire in my hands!

Without fire in my hands!

Without fire in my hands!

Without fire in my hands!

Nos vieux pommiers de Normandie,

Au mois de mai charment les cœurs!

Quand la nature est reverdie,

Ils sont poudrés de blanches fleurs!

Ainsi qu'au jour des Ziménés,

Tout est joyeux dans les sentiers!

Sous le soleil des matinées,

Qu'ils sont jolis nos vieux pommiers!

SeVeN GuiTaRS aND a CLouD oF MiLK

There was five of us

It was a quiet morning

And no one knows why

She jumped from the last floor

There was four of us

The meal was delicious

And no one knows why

He drank two liters of petrol

There was three of us

The evening was nice

And no one knows why

He stuck a knife in his belly

There was two of us

The night was hot

And I don’t know why

She hanged herself in the bathroom

It was great, it was nice, it was yesterday

It was glorious, it was luminous, it was enchanted

People are laughing, people are smiling, girls are dancing

Lies and videotapes, they say and tell everything and nothing.

They’d jump the fence and run over the hill

It could last for days until one of them was hill

He would then die or get grinded in the mill

We would then obtain the paste to mend the windowsill

It’ll look good when all the cracks are filled

In this room there could be tools or maybe a mine field

In each room there’ll be cameras to keep an eye on the mice

It’ll be like a castle, or a really massive house

Mix up the powder with a bit of water

You know it is ready when you feel it is sticky

All you then have to do is to wait and see

And maybe help it to be by pasting it with your shoe

Beers

Gravy

Emo

Ditch

Naked

Friendly

Witch

Plenty

Scrape

Chapter

Bacon

Count

Shrimp

Likely

Seatbelt

Wound

Hum words that sound so good

Like ear and drum

They go together well like

Tasty food and rhum

Bucket in a well

Mix the things you find

With a little drop of wine

Under your skin

There always shines a grin

I see behind your hood

How you insist on looking good

Stain

Word

Power

Lens

Gold

Egg

Loaf

Tray

Corner

Plug

Flint

Collar

Smell

Neck

Piano

Beef

Fall

Burn

Bleed

Tear

Drip

Scratch

Melt

It has to fall It has to burn

It has bleed On every wall

It has to tear It has to drip

It has to scratch until you fall

It has to melt has to shine

It has to hurt before you call

It has to stick it has to knock

It has to cut your way to tall

Fall

Burn

Bleed

Tear

Drip

Scratch

Melt

Shine

Hurt

Stick

Knock

cut

I’ve been walking for hours (x2)

But i’m sure

I’m gonna get there soon

I’ve been working for days (x2)

But i’m sure

I’m gonna get payed soon

I’ve been waiting fot month (x2)

But i’m sure

You gonna come back soon

I’ve been living for years (x2)

But i’m sure

I’m gonna die soon

An old policeman

Is waiting for a train

While his son’s

Having fun

With a black poodle’s head

It was roughly that time

When they emptied the church

It was full with the bones

Of the dead pom-pom girls

He got drunk at the fair

And was sick on a ride

He was struck by the head

Of her cordless guitar

We will try not to laugh

When you stutter your song

We will try not to laugh

Poupoutchak pipoumclonhonhongueu

The way you drive your pretty car on those slippery roads of chalk (x4)

Pencils, rulers, a pair of plyers,

Pens & starshaped screwdrivers,

Is what I recommend, to mend,

The ugly but needed broken down playpens.

Probably a painting showing people playing on

Computers from the times when you had to wait for time and food

To come out creased from a dysfunctional printer.

Heavily minted toothpaste,

A map to find the place,

Have a seat take a plate

Taste the meat eat some cake,

And avoid saying anything stupid about the flames coming out from the coffin lid

The way you drive your pretty car on those slippery roads of chalk (x4)

i believe in a monsterland with a bat as a queen

i believe in a monsterland with a ghost as a king

i believe in a monsterland where chidren switch off the light

where witches govern you

where witches govern me charms spells sorcery

i believe in a monsterland where nightmares are fun

where candles ans skulls protect you

where kisses and love afraid me

strange dark slimmy awfull fat hairy

we believe in a monsterland

we believe in a monsterland

Meditative

Interesting

Satisfaid

Exausted

Released

Arogant

Bored

Loaded

Envious

Suspicious

Obstinate

Negative

Griving

Here's a miserable song x2

My lips make a round like a chicken asshole

but i wissle my burden withou thinking of my mouth

bring some coffee and some milk

bring your cards and playing map

bring some change but leave your gun

all is fine i want so fun

put the stones

back on the chairs

my parents are back

they see them there

he can bend a bow one armed

he can bild a house of clay

he can leave you dead or unarmed

he can break your arm to play

he lacks an « o » to be good

he's generally misunderstood

he uses threat and fright

wearing cloth of love and light

What a fox does

What a fox needs

On what does a fox feed

I’m straving

I’m starving

Please give me something

I’ll eat anything

A fox eats mainly hans

And rabbits of...

Whatever he finds

I need a beer, I feel dried up

I feel like

I’m empty

Like all wild animals

He’ll keep away from

Large town city

London I’ll go to London

Find me a...

Even if he is very very

Hungry, he’ll never eat

Norman lady

First I’ll eat a piece of Udi

For a starter Vincent Olliver

Of all animals, the fox

Is the nicest, the most

Gentle and the most

Reasonnable

Tear them open

Swallow their guts

Break their bones

Puncture their skin

A change of mood can change your food

A change of food can change your mood.

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