Dry

Record Tracklist
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Oh My Lover
Oh My Lover
Oh my lover, don’t you know it’s alright.
You can love her and you can love me at the same time.
Much to discover, I know you don’t have the time
but oh my lover, don’t you know it’s alright.Oh my sweet thing, oh my honey thighs,
give me your troubles, I’ll keep them with mine.
Take at your leisure, take whatever you can find
but oh my sweet thing, don’t you know it’s alright.It’s alright.
It’s alright.
There’s no time
so it’s alright.What’s that colour forming around your eyes?
Waltz my lover, tell me that it’s alright.
Just another before you go away,
oh my lover, why don’t you just say my name?And it’s alright,
say it’s alright.
There’s no time. -
O Stella
O Stella
Stella-Marie you’re my star
Stand on ground look up at her
Just hanging in the gold stone
Just hanging there face frozeBut I think I see her smiling
Stella-Marie you’re my star
In your blue, blue tavern you light my lantern
O Stella’s large, pink on her face
It’s glowing this placeA place for heroes only
Stella-Marie you’re my star
I pin you to my chest, sell you to the rest
I kiss her gown
Send those angels down to woo me nowI think I see her smiling
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Dress
Dress
Put on that dress
I’m going out dancing
Starting off red
Clean and sparkling, he’ll see meMusic play make it dreamy for dancing
There must be a way that I can dress to please him
It’s hard to walk in the dress, it’s not easy
I’m swinging over like a heavy loaded fruit treeIf you put it on, if you put it on…
It’s sad to see
Lonely, all this lonely
Close up my eyes
Dreamy, dreamy music make it be alrightMusic play make it good for romancing
Must be a way I can dress to please him
Swing it, sway, everything’ll be alright
But it’s feeling so damn tight tonightIf you put it on, if you put it on…
You pretty thing my man says
But I bought you beautiful dressesFilthy tight, the dress is filthy
I’m falling flat and my arms are empty
Clear the way, better get it out of this room
A fallen woman in dancing costumeIf you put it on, if you put it on…
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Victory
Victory
I stumble in and in
you fit me with those angel wings
send me gold, set me high
set it up till I’m in the skyand the storm is gone
and the temperature’s high
and delight is dining at my tabletill I think ha, ha, ha, how lucky we are
an angel at my table, God in my car
get it at sea, take a ship
I’d christen her ‘Victory’, she’d make itVictory!
Come on boys let’s push it hard
you bump down push your motor car
come on boys you’ve done us proud
you sweat, dig, I’ll mop it right off your browVictory!
till the storm is gone
and the temperature’s high
and delight is dining at my table -
Happy and Bleeding
Happy and Bleeding
She burst, dropped off
picked the fruit, and realised
I’m naked, I’m naked tooSo cover my body, dress it fine
hide my, in linen and lace
been sewing since time beganMore than the hills
more than the trees
more than the mountains, youMore than I can see
in front of me
more than the mountains, youso fruit flower myself inside out
I’m happy and bleeding for you
fruit flower myself inside out
I’m tired and I’m bleeding for youThis fruit was bruised, dropped off and blue
out of season, happy and bleeding
long overduetoo early and it’s late too
mind and body,
I would and I would not doso fruit flower myself inside out
I’m happy and bleeding for you
fruit flower myself inside out
I’m tired and I’m bleeding for youfig, fruit, flower myself
inside out for you -
Sheela na gig
Sheela na gig
I’ve been trying to show you over and over
Look at these my child-bearing hips
Look at these my ruby-red, ruby lips
Look at these my work-strong arms
You’ve got to see my bottleful of charm
I lay it all at your feet
You turn around and say back to meHe said
Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
You exhibitionist!I’m gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time, said you didn’t care
Wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Wash that man right out of my hair
Turn the corner, another one there
Wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it beforeHe said,
Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
You exhibitionist!
Put money in your idle holeGonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time, said you didn’t care
Wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Take my hips to a man who cares
Turn the corner, another one there
Take my hips to a man who cares
Heard it beforeHe said,
Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
You exhibitionist!
Put money in your idle holeHe said,
Wash your breasts, I don’t want to be unclean
He said,
Please take those dirty pillows away from me -
Hair
Hair
Samson, the strength that’s in your arms
Oh to be your stunning brideSamson, your hair glistening like sun
Oh would that it were mineSamson your hair that’s in my hands
I’ll keep it safe you’re mineHe said, Wait! Wait!
Delilah my babe!You lied in my face!
You cut off my hair!
You lied in my bed!Samson, you stay with your ‘Lilah
I hold you in my hands
your hairy strength – my manHe said, Wait! Wait!
Delilah my babe!You lied in my face!
You cut off my hair!
You lied in my bed! -
Joe
Joe
Joe, ain’t you my buddy thee
stay with me when I fall and die
always thought you’d come rushing in
to clear the shit out of my eyesJoe ain’t you my buddy thee
lay my enemies out in lines
come in close and I’ll wash your feet
with my hair I’ll mop them dryJoe, you be my buddy please
in this hell and dead-lock time
when I’m trussed in that headache tree
cut me down with your silver knife -
Plants and Rags
Plants and Rags
plants and rags
ease myself
into a body bagdreamt a man
he fed me fine food
he gave me shiny thingswhite and black
are you looking for the sun boy?
the sun doesn’t shine down here, nowhite and black
are you looking for the sun boy?
the sun doesn’t shine down here in shadowhouse and home
who thought they could take away that place?
but they lead us outside and they lead us out quietly -
Fountain
Fountain
stand under fountain
cool skin, wash clean
wash him from mealong comes wind, a big bone shaker
blows off my clothes, completely naked
what to do when everything’s left you?out of the blue, it is he
a vision to me, bearing leaves
and petals green, covers me in all my shamehand in hand, he’s my big man
stays with me some forty days
no words, then goes away – I cry againon my hill I wait for wind
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Water
Water
water, I’m walking on water
nighing on eleven years
taking it into my head
living by the right lines
reading what the very man saidwater, I’m walking on water
nighing on eleven years
taking it into my head
Mary, Mary drop me softly
I’ve been reading what your very man saidnighing on eleven years
taking it into my head
leave my clothes on the beach
I’m walking down into the seaprove it to me
now the water to my ankles
now the water to my knees
think of him all waxy wings
melted down into the seaMary, Mary what your man said
washing in all over my head
Mary, Mary hold on tightly
over water, under the seawater, I’m walking on water