Lyrics:
breeze blowing through my beard
I roll the top down falling on my back
I hear your heartbeat pounding in my ears
Tasting candy running down my neck
what you wanna do
Ooh, my beard long, damn, I look like Jesus (ahh)
And my shirt is off, ooh, I feel like Fela (ohh)
On my mama, boy, you silly,
A maiden no more
Her mother and her sister warned
The man he was not natural born
His eyes were black and his beard was blue But the maiden saw her own love
most things
There are too many bands that act lame
Sound tame
I believe In Electrelane
Over here it's new, it's now, it's you, it's clean
The beard
Blakes
Who's paintings brighten any day, who draws each breath from loving life?
Who's golden beard and black beret, who's sharper than a palette
a cold piece of toast
The doormat is full, the newspapers and post
There's a letter from you, but I'm growing a beard
It will never be read, cause I'm
him stand till midsummer's day,
Till he looked both pale and worn,
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard,
And so become a man.
They've
with a man in trouble
The beard on his face was all in a stubble
Runnin' from the law he was goin' ninety-nine,
I said hey-ey mister you're out
with a man in trouble
The beard on his face was all in a stubble
Runnin' from the law he was goin' ninety-nine,
I said hey-ey mister you're out
head
Fuck it, let the beard grow
I'm too tired,
I'll do it tomorrow
The fridge is sparse
But in the town
They'll stop me in the shops
Verily
Month one Mary grows a mustache
In the second she grows a beard
In the third month her breasts fall off
The fourth month testicles appear
crackling cauldron in some train yard
My beard ruff and then a cold pile and a
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands, 'round a tin
world
There were flying cars and gigantic metal bugs
I'd grown a beard; it was long and white
But I knew that the girl would be coming very soon
For
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
following anyway
But he drove 'em to the strip mall laundromat
In his three-day beard and his red man hat
Trudy washed their bell bottom jeans
While
of leapers and disappeared
But where was his beard?
A shadow from the sky much too big to be a bird
A screaming crashing noise louder than I've ever heard
week
Pretended to himself that she hadn't really gone
Pretended that he thought he beard her speak
Then at last it seemed that he was really
And buries it deep before he blows the whistle
A em
She looked at him sideways she looked at him dark
G d
She pulled at her beard and she started to bark
A em
At my sandals and my beard
But now they'll listen when I say
I have proof, cause I read it in the supermarket today
There's a pink world
Comin' down
Month one mary grows a mustache
In the second she grows a beard
In the third month her breasts fall off
The fourth month testicles appear
The fifth
Cracklin' cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughenin' coal pile
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I
in some train yard
My beard a-rufflin'cold cowl
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you
His heart organ was where it should be
His brain was in his arse
His hand was well out of his pocket
His psyche's in the hearth
Had a beard which was
Wake up with somebody near you
And at someone else's place
You took acid and looked in the mirror
Watched the beard crawl around on your face
Oh,
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