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Cannibals
03:36
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Cannibals
My name is Juan Gerardo Vaz Garcia.
I’m a carpenter and fisherman by trade.
First taste I had of love
Was in the port of
Palamós with Ukrainian traveller.
But soon we found it wasn’t quite enough;
The vitality just never really lasts.
We fought like we danced
And we danced like we fought.
And the blood - oh, my god, the blood!
Sometimes you’ve got to get a little dirty
To taste the most exquisite of tastes.
Flay the flesh away,
Plate it on a plate;
We are cannibals, we’ll eat each other clean.
I am Marguerite, I have a dumpling for a husband;
A crackle-headed sod in every way.
When he’d mock me on my looks,
I’d say, ‘never trust a skinny cook
Or you might just eat your words one day.’
Then it happened. Oh, it happened!
I cut him up. That’s right, I cut him up!
It’s dog eat dog,
Take the whole hog,
And, frankly, he wasn’t so tough.
Sometimes you’ve got to get a little dirty
To taste the most exquisite of tastes.
Flay the flesh away,
Plate it on a plate;
We are cannibals, we’ll eat each other clean.
John, my name is John.
I’m a prominent lawyer's son.
Week after week
I’m here for the meet;
I’ve barely missed a single one.
You might remember Little Lenny Letter?
He suddenly settled a six year vendetta.
And Lukretia got her start,
Shipped out at dark,
For a place where everyone -
Where everyone tears everyone apart.
And all of you know what I’m talking about;
It’s happening every day:
We devour the weak
Piece by piece
In the most ordinary and terrifying ways.
We devour the weak
Piece by piece
In the most ordinary
and terrifying ways.
Ahh, ahh, ahh!
Ahh, ahh, ahh!
Flay the flesh away,
Plate it on a plate;
We are cannibals, we’ll eat each other clean.
Day by day,
In ordinary ways,
We are cannibals, we’ll eat each other clean.
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Bonnie Sainte-Marie
04:16
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Bonnie Sainte-Marie
I can’t forgive this southern wind
Cutting off the strait again;
It cuts you deep, deep down to the bone,
Stirring up those sleeping ghosts.
These goddamn seasons never seem to end;
They’re relentless and impossible and I’m drunk to hell again.
I raise my glass, I raise it up high;
There must be something that’s gotten into my eye.
A toast to absent friends.
To things that couldn’t be.
But most of all,
To Bonnie Sainte-Marie.
It’s funny how some people circle round you like some howling wind;
They sweep in underneath you, shoot through you, and send you swinging.
She was a girl, come down from the West,
With the spirit in her eyes and a restlessness.
Now, really, I don’t know if we’ll, we’ll ever meet again;
Some go out, some go on in, some disappear, some keep on drifting.
I raise my glass and wish for them the best,
Those weary, windswept wanderers, and that girl from the West.
A toast to absent friends.
To things that couldn’t be.
But most of all,
To Bonnie Sainte-Marie.
I raise a glass to all of them.
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Let's Go Descarrego! New Zealand
Stewart Pedley and Leo Magri draw influence from the long traditions of folk storytelling, Rhythm & Blues, Brazilian percussion, and the New Orleans sound. In the energetic merging of voices, percussion and guitar, Let’s Go Descarrego! tell tales of intriguing incidents, crafty characters, and loves long lost, while feet tap and folks find themselves looking for the dancefloor. ... more
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