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One more drink
02:35
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One more drink
Lonesome, when I'm lonesome
When I'm lonesome, when I'm off to work x2
You are my bartender you're a penguin
You aren't bird neither fish
You're just my bartender, You're a penguin
Never ask about me
That's ok that's alright
Penguin one more drink
Thirsty, when I'm thirsty
When I'm thirsty, when I need my swamp
Thirsty, when I'm thirsty
When I'm thirsty, when I Gotta back home
Your just my bartender, you're a penguin
Please talk a little to me
You're just my bartender , you're my penguin
I need just one more drink
One more time
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2. |
The dancing mullets
02:18
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The dancing mullets
Arisen buildings and skyscrapers
You ever look my way
Cheating over environmental
Spreading place to stay
They don't believe in you all
They just believe in tide
Heels and manta rays
Also need to stay
Mullets and basses are drinkin on seaside
...all the time
Planet rubbish dump
Plastics everywhere
Summer holidays
And fishes gonna pay
Swimming cooking oil
Killing fertile soil
Heels and manta rays
They also still need to stay
Mullets and basses are drinkin on seaside
...all the time
Mullets and sea basses are drinking on seaside x3
They don't put trust in you all
But just believe in tide
You cheat over environmental
You filthy human race
Heels and manta rays have their own fuckin pace
Mullets and basses are drinking on seaside
...all the time
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3. |
Put some squid sauce
01:28
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Put some squid sauce
Oh wee, baby
I declare you look fine
If there's a baby
You're gonna change my mind
You make me feel
Like getting out my cage
I said baby you walk like Betty page
I was walking mojo searching
Just to cross your way
I was walking mojo walking
Just to cook, just to cook for you
Come in my home
I'm cooking for you
Sautéing like a mad
Cuz I'm crazy for you
Try this try that, I'm strong on the stove
Please taste my soup
I want to bring you above
I was cooking
Mojo cooking
It's my gasoline
I was in trouble mojo trouble
Just put some squid sauce some squid sauce
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4. |
Sometimes I miss you
02:38
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Sometimes I miss you
Sometimes I guess that I don’t miss you
Just missing out for all the time
Now we are remembering the past babe
eating your pills and dying like flying dust
Above the silence coming from my hands
A good idea burning in your head
Above the law, above the hill, above the sky
sometimes I miss you
Sometimes I do, sometimes I miss you
That I don’t miss you all the time…
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5. |
Radio radio
02:33
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Radio radio
(Intro a sfumare Ornette Coleman ‘I heard over the radio’)
Well we are introducing out another track from the lagoon tonite:
While I’ve been haunted in my sleep you was staring in my dreams last night oh ye ye yeahhh
A lovely song on the radio still reminds me your skin
A lovely song on the radio just could take all night long oh no no no no
Pathetic songs on the radio sweet and sour like you
I’ve kicked out the radio, just to save my soul oh ye ye yehhh
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7. |
A cat in my mind
02:16
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A cat in my mind
Staring at the bed in my sleeping room
nothing seems so clear but my mind in gloom
and there are no voices that want to heard
wondering the vacuum is useful or not
there is so much to mention and I can’t find the thoughts
all the precious moments are lost in the wood
there’s a light far away you can’t never hide
all the precious moments are lost in the tide
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8. |
Hoochie coochie
02:32
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Hoochie coochie
Hoochie coochie crabby wake me up when you go
I can't stand your love, keep your smell on me
I can't handle up the distance between you and me
Well I know better now, we need a place to be
You are my Hoochie coochie crabby
Hoochie coochie crabby what happened to us
I left my heart on leaves of sticky valentines
I can't stand separation between you and me
Well I know better now you need a place to be
You was..
Bridge
Hoochie coochie crabby what are you doing now
You turned into soup, love is mental loop
What you give is what you get
I feel better now
What a tasty soup, Smelly and tasty soup
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9. |
The Moorays swim
02:37
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The Moorays swim
We are the MooRays and we come from the lagoon
We are the MooRays and we’re back to the lagoon
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10. |
Whatta I gotta do
02:52
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Whatta I gotta do!?
What I gotta do is what I do for you
crawling like a worm or I will not be your
running up and down to win your trust
freedom, pride, identity are dead and lost
What I do I do (it) for you
(I can do I can do anything)
What I do is what I must to do
What I gotta do is what I do for me
Or otherwise my life would be in solitude
bending my behavior to not lose pillars of love
years on my knees as a kitchen boy seedy
What I do I do (it) for me
What I do is what I should’nt lose
What I’m gonna do is getting over you
raising again my pride and my (whole) fucked up life
spitting on the past and your certainties
raising on my legs, raising on my legs,
…raising on my legs, oh you stupid ton of shit!
What I gotta do whatta gotta do for you!
What I gotta do whatta gotta do for you!
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11. |
For a fistful of crabs
01:06
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For a fistful of crabs
Wake up in the morning, it’s middle of the night
it’s bedtime for creatures and anything is alright
hunger is the reason for fishes just like me
what i need t do is crunching krill from the sea
That’s my breakfast that’s my meal oh yeah
That’s my breakfast that’s my meal oh yeah
Walking out that seaside, it’s middle of the day
it’s lunchtime for human and nothing runs ok
fear is the reason for creature just like us
emptyness destruction of the entire water mass
that’s no breakfast that’s no meal oh no
that’s no breakfast that’s no meal oh no
wake up in the future, it’s forever night
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12. |
None but thou
01:47
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None but thou
It could be a spoonful of diamond,
It could be a spoonful of fake gold,
Just a little spoon of your precious love,
Satisfy my broken soul.
Boys and girls lie a little about stuff like that
Some of them cries a little around things like that,
Some of them dies in mass about stuff like that,
Everybody laughs too much about stuff like that
It could be a spoonful of coffee,
Could be a spoonful of tea,
But a little spoon of your precious love,
Good enough for me.
Men and women lies a little about stuff like that,
Some of them dies a little about things like that,
Some of them cries a little about stuff like that,
But everyone lies too much about love like yours!
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The Moo-Rays Cagliari, Italy
The Moo-Rays are 5 pieces punks from lagoon. They come from DIY punk and they play a raw wild garage punk. Their sound is
sour and strident and they are ready to pierce your ears.
The Moorays are:
Massi - Vocals
Gipsy Rob - Guitar, Vocals
SImo - Guitar, piano
Dave - Bass
Lorenz - Drums, Vocals
... more
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