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Kublai Khan
05:48
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Kublai Khan
You were born holding your mother’s blood
You became the ruler of the universe
Worshipped the eternal blue-sky flag
There is fire sun moon earth water yin and yang
You are Chinggis not Genghis Khan
Sixteen million have your genes
Millions more square miles were yours
Forty million people killed
So the forest reclaimed the land
Manmade global cooling Khan
Marco Polo
You heard voices in your head
In the Gobi on the silk road
From Venice to Sumatra
To Shangdu
The great poet wrote of your sunless sea
Does the river still flow blue from Xanadu?
You are Kublai not Kubla Khan
Cutting tax helped you win wars
Southern China you kept poor
Kamikaze winded you
Sediment of your silver mine
At the bottom of Lake Erhai
Marco Polo
You heard voices in your head
In the Gobi on the silk road
From Venice through Sumatra
To Shangdu
Sixteen million have your genes
Millions more square miles were yours
Forty million people killed
So the forest reclaimed the land
Manmade global cooling Khan
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2. |
Meal Online For One
05:27
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Meal Online For One
I’m waiting for my future love who might or may never be
Five loaves and two fish did not feed five thousand
He’s lived our life together on repeat on demand
Asks himself daily if he should be moving out
Crumbs and bones, knife and fork if you must
Just keep on stirring that meal made for one made for us
Pot and the kettle and the sheep why call them black?
Sticks stones and stories a meal for one made for us
Said if my lips were a job, they’d be employed full time
What are you waiting for come on and pay me in kind
Love slapped me in the face then I turned the other cheek
Do you still miss me even though we don’t speak?
Crumbs and bones, knife and fork if you must
Just keep on stirring that meal made for one made for us
Pot and the kettle and the sheep why call them black?
Sticks stones and stories a meal for one made for us
You rushed me some lines about the moon and the sky
Lying on our backs while time flies by
I’m counting all the clichés thanking no lucky stars
Smoke in your mirror and ash on the ground
Crumbs and bones, knife and fork if you must
Just keep on stirring that meal made for one made for us
Pot and the kettle and the sheep why call them black?
Sticks stones and stories a meal for one made for us
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3. |
Hash Tagged
07:36
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Hash Tagged
Tag me whatever but I won’t be your hash whore
He’s so not out there he’s back indoors
She’s no lady madam sidekick crazy
Making me the fluffer in this game
This is all about your biggest baddest unrequited bigot love
And you won’t have a bad thing said about your biggest baddest love
She won’t have a bad thing said about her biggest baddest bigot love
When we say no - no means no
No means no
No means no
No means no
He’s had more than he can remember
A mother daughter scene this is his thing
Back In your corner you no Jack Horner
On demand press play, blow yourself away
This is all about your biggest baddest unrequited bigot love
And you won’t have a bad thing said about your biggest baddest love
She won’t have a bad thing said about her biggest baddest bigot love
When we say no - no means no
No means no
No means no
No means no
Backed up your rocket plugged into your socket
You think we’re all weird when we say no
Don’t you know that no means no?
This is all about your biggest baddest unrequited bigot love
And you won’t have a bad thing said about your biggest baddest love
She won’t have a bad thing said about her biggest baddest bigot love
When we say no - no means no
No means no
No means no
No means no
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4. |
The Longest War
06:00
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The Longest War
Picking every poppy in the field
You are their smoking gun
There’s a hotel in Jalalabad
It’s called The White House
A tailor in old Kabul
Makes cashmere coats
Embroidered with golden crescent thread
The lines on his face trace patterns like dust
On his feet on the road on the map
They call it The Longest War
The video shows you are under the bridge in Afghanistan
No document no ID under the bridge in Afghanistan
Seeds are sown pretty flowers have grown
Harvest hallucination
Tell me who is buying all those drugs
Will you be getting some
Near the foothills of the mountains landmines buried deep
The local bazaar in Zaranj sells your fix
While the world wide banks dry clean your debt
They call it The Longest War
The video shows you are under the bridge in Afghanistan
No document no ID under the bridge in Afghanistan
No document no ID
Under the bridge under the bridge under the bridge
No document no ID
Under the bridge under the bridge under the bridge
No document no ID
Under the bridge under the bridge under the bridge
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5. |
The Israelites
09:37
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The Israelites
There’s the A bomb
Then there’s the H bomb
Then there’s the Mother of all bombs
Zion packed off to Orion
Undo your belt and swing
Swing
Oh the Israelites travelled far
Oh the Israelites travelled wide
Through the eye of the needle
While the kites fly overhead
Poseidon surfed your turf
No Abraham
No Goliath
No chosen man
No chosen woman
No man’s land…
Homer didn’t challenge the giant
With the bronze club
But what’s with the golden calf?
There’s the A bomb
Then there’s the H bomb
Then there’s the Mother of all bombs
Zion packed off to Orion
Undo your belt and swing
Swing
Snakes and Ladders
Jacob’s game
Philistine
Palestine
Grow some wings God says to Job and fly
Watch the biggest dipper rise
No Abraham
No Goliath
No chosen man
No chosen woman
No man’s land…
Homer didn’t challenge the giant
With the bronze club
But what’s with the golden calf?
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6. |
Dear Artist
06:01
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Dear Artist
You don’t want to be Picasso you won’t try to be Matisse
You’re no Dali on helium but you’re getting there
Pissing on parade and scent marking friends and strangers too
you’ll still be bringing in those half jacks in your next life
Is that a gin or a whiskey in the jar
Is that a gin or a whiskey in the jar
Is that a gin or a whiskey in the jar on the bar
Lift the slab fix the cracks don’t go back
Lift up the slab fix the cracks don’t go back
Lift up the lab fix the cracks don’t go back
Just let go
On and on about nothing like it’s everything we need to know
Called your ex-escort lover Machiavellian
You were a random distraction obstructing my scene
The kissing was ok but you’re just not for me
Is that a gin or a whiskey in the jar
Is that a gin or a whiskey in the jar
Is that a gin or a whiskey in the jar on the bar
Lift the slab fix the cracks don’t go back
Lift up the slab fix the cracks don’t go back
Lift up the lab fix the cracks don’t go back
Just let go
Is that a gin or a whiskey in the jar
Is that a gin or a whiskey in the jar
Is that a gin or a whiskey in the jar on the bar
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7. |
Serial Killer
05:53
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Serial Killer
He was killing for fun
But he blamed it on his mum
He said it’s post traumatic childhood
Stress release
Why were you killing for fun?
Why did you blame your mum?
There’s no devil in the detail
Now she’s dead
You never blew your own horn
While you were messing in your dorm
No-one knew how much you played with yourself|
Cut up the family pet
Killed your gran
Shot grandpa stone cold dead
What you eat or drink for breakfast
Doesn’t mean you will become
A serial killer
Deep inside your head there
Lies a trigger
That makes you
A serial killer
Weighed thirteen pounds at birth
Became a six-foot nine man
Your mum was always scared
That you would turn out gay
You killed campus girls
Chopped off their heads and hands
Took the bodies home for storage
And for sex
You never blew your own horn
While you were messing in your dorm
No-one knew how much you played with yourself|
Cut up the family pet
Killed your gran
Shot grandpa stone cold dead
What you eat or drink for breakfast
Doesn’t mean you will become
A serial killer
Deep inside your head there
Lies a trigger
That makes you
A serial killer
You were known as Big Ed
By the Santa Cruz police
You confessed now you’re the killer
Called Co Ed
To be tortured to death
Is what you wanted at best
Eight concurrent life sentences
Instead
You never blew your own horn
While you were messing in your dorm
No-one knew how much you played with yourself|
Cut up the family pet
Killed your gran
Shot grandpa stone cold dead
What you eat or drink for breakfast
Doesn’t mean you will become
A serial killer
Deep inside your head there
Lies a trigger
That makes you
A serial killer
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Estelle Kokot London, UK
London born South African Singer-Songwriter Pianist based in the U.K.
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