Lyrics:
of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres
Where day out and day in
Those original sinners
Are religiously praying
And where there was muck
There's a brass band that's playing
Playing
to a quick John Paul Jones
Drapes of crepe paper
A ball made of mirrors
Cast shiny reflections on a brass slide trombone
And I tried hard to tell you I
a plume in your hat
Battalions of brass pass and catch the light
Is there a sight that's sweeter than that?
See the pretty lady toss that baton high
Brass and glass and rusted iron
Sextant here for the heavenly bodies
Compass here but the needle's shot
Magnetic deviation screws me up
Break the glass
Well help me help me sing this song
I want to stay living for much too long
Now I want to ride this big brass gong
Where am I babe ?
You don't
no brass
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Gold bitch, gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Golden, golden, golden
Golden, gold, yeah yeah
is so demanding
Loud brass in bands.
Marching through lands.
Life snatching hand is near.
Heaven's army falls upon.
The skirts of mother earth
Woah, woah, woah, woah
It's a trumpet (brass)
Hit me with the tea, no it's a crumpet
Tell her she ain't got a shot with the musket (pa pa pa)
I ain't
And Nixon didn't win
Goodbye then to Ike and the brass
To years that were cozy but crass
It's true Ike was icky
But better him than Dicky-
Now
Suff-er-ing succatash
See dat putty upper brass
Up and down north and south
Off the bounce run it back
When the lights out shit get dangerous
Here we
I'm making gains, like betting
I'll never change, no edits
Dino Spumoni swag
Pinot noir boxed in a bag
808s and the brass
Payment upfront, made out
get ready to get loose
take your brass knuckles
prepare for the battle
come back with a knock-out
take your brass knuckles
prepare for the battle
moon
There's a brass band playing
I can hear them sweet and fine
There's a brass band playing
I can hear them sweet and fine
I will not stop my
come, the jet set junta
Here we come, the jet set junta
Thud, thud, goes the rubber truncheon on the Indian peon's heel
Buzz, buzz, go the brass
everybody's trying to make it
heard it all a million times
grab the brass ring before it falls down
wish they'd all just go away
pearl jam clones are everywhere
at the start of it
You mention the squad and then
You mention the god of pens
Not of it, but I'm harder then
Flesh I'm harder than titanium brass plates that
retracts age
Fill up with brass lips with collared bits
A ton of hiss into the cage
Pass along the visions people make inside
The masters' binds will soon
day the torn were interred with no name
Drink it sane
Give your shiver a kiss
All the years ostentation
The beautiful fence
The beautiful brass
to you
To show you there ain't nothin' I can't take this chainsaw to?
Fuckin' brains, brawn and brass balls, I cut 'em off
Then got 'em pickled
Woah, This One Has Soul. Feel me?
Close your eyes.
Gotta keep it funky, gotta keep it funky,
Gotta keep it funky, like Brass Monkey.
Having fun,
disorderly conduct in a
Catatonic state of relax in the brass
Knuckle turnbuckle I drink the daydream
Up all night on a cloud getting even louder
Than
Opened the door, heard her say
"Into my room and set yourself down"
She let us lie on this shiny brass bed
Curtains and flowers in her hair
She
of a mystery
In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty
I had brass knuckles and a bolo knife
Over near the bandstand with John Finn's wife
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