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Mag Earwhig 1997
The Finest Joke is Upon Us текст песни
The Finest Joke is Upon Us
Mother, feeling your hand i
Believe you and I did then
And mother, release every bad seed
The geese are leaving the trees
Exposed to winter's cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated
And I take the cake away
It's a long song
And I can play it so
Give me a pick now collector of bones
Words of smoke
Distorted, never broken
Paradise is open but I choke
One of these days when I see through the smoke
That'll be the day I get the joke
(repeat from exposed to winter's cold)
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- Now to War
- Are You Faster?
- Little Lines
- The Old Grunt
- Portable Men's Society
- Bomb in The Bee-hive
- Knock 'em Flying
- Hollow Cheek
- Mute Superstar
- I Am a Tree
- Can't Hear The Revolution
- I Am Produced
- Mag Earwhig!
- Choking Tara
- Learning to Hunt
- The Colussus Crawls West
- Jane of The Waking Universe
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