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Cold
04:17
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If you don’t mind, sitting in the rain
Well come on over and we’ll do something you can stand
Coz we don’t got no fire but we got a flame
And it’s winter in a little caravan
Coz I’m cold, I’m 36 degrees and I’m cold
Coz I’m cold, I’m 36 degrees and I’m cold
What of that look, What of that snigger
Stuck together got your finger on my trigger
High pressure non-stick pan
Another winter in a little caravan
Coz I’m cold, I’m 36 degrees and I’m cold
Coz I’m cold, I’m 36 degrees and I’m cold
Get your scour off my non-stick pan
Get your scour off
Get your scour off my non-stick pan
Get your scour off
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2. |
Blood Fuck Fest
04:03
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blood fuck fest creeping round you veins
stung you once she’s gonna do it again
blood fuck fest creeping round you veins
stung you once she’s gonna do it again
when the night dies fall
wonder if you'll ever get to sleep at all
little rossy jones fishing in his stream
mean mamma buzz is looking very mean
little rossy jones fishing in his stream
mean mamma buzz is looking very mean
as she closes in
sharpens her teeth and lets em sink right in
prey on my skin
let it begin
Bulging eyes and sweating skin
big mamma buzz has done a number on him
Bulging eyes and sweating skin
big mamma buzz has done a number on him
now he’s shaking shaking shaking down to his boots
river runs red now she’s coming for you
shaking shaking shaking down to his boots
river runs red now she’s coming for you
poison the well draw the blinds
you cant run you cant hide
the air is a-shiver with the stench of death
birds peck the eyes leave the rest for the rest
poison the well draw the blinds
you cant run you cant hide
the air is a-shiver with the stench of death
birds peck the eyes leave the rest for the rest
got stung in the head
now he’s dead
got stung in the head
now he’s dead
Ross River fever
Ross River fever
Ross River fever
Ross River fever
stung you once she's gonna do it again
blood fuck fest creeping round your veins
stung you once she's gonna do it again
stung you once do it again
stung you once do it again
do it again
do it again
do it again
do it again
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3. |
Spagetti Renaissance
03:43
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Drivin’ rainin’ stopped in, to see ya
As she slept naked in your arms
I hope, I’m not sleep talkin’
When I’m sleeping next to ya
I’m told , You float, I bet you’ll win
I fell, departed
I thought I knew
I fell, departed
I thought I knew
I hope, I’m not sleep talkin’
When I’m sleeping next to ya
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4. |
The River
05:25
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When you see me
Down at the river
I'll take my clothes off
And swim away
I will not be back
I'm leaving to stay
I will not be
When you see me
Down at the river
I will leave my bones
and be the ghost I've always been
I will not be
When you see me
Down by the river
I will not be
Anything to anyone
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Swamp Fat Jangles Sydney, Australia
Swamp Fat Jangles's sound emanates
from the bayou in a swamp in Sydney's South West. Their tales are performed in a
raw folk/ grunge sound, with
poetic harmonising female vocals atop the rhythms of Banjo, Guitar, Bass and
drums accompanied by bendy blues harp. The brackish muddy
waters that birthed the Jangles informs the band’s sound, and produces a music
drunk on frog’s burp and mud sludge.
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