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Frida and Diego
03:06
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Took a rainy walk from the National Gallery
Had a frothy coffee at Patisserie Valerie
With all those important people
Who like to let you know
They're so exciting
I thought we were the perfect couple
How we touched magnificence
But then you turned to me and spoke
You said "No, no, no...
Just look at Frida and Diego"
Frida and Diego
Now I'm not interested in art from Mexico
And I don't know much
All I know is what I've read
I know that Frida Kahlo's dead
And I'm sorry it was years ago
Now look at Frida and Diego
Frida and Diego
Now every Sunday in the Plaza De La Roza
She lights a lonely little candle
And she kneels softly in the chapel
And then she prays for
Frida and Diego
Frida and Diego
Took a rainy walk from the National Gallery
Had a frothy coffee at Patisserie Valerie
With all those important people
I'm sorry baby
I don't want to know
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Beckett Country
03:49
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We watched the coal burn down
In the fireplace
I made you
One of your favourite dishes
And I thought to myself
I'm in love
And the damp on the walls
I thought was a real touch of atmosphere
But you were so so disappointed
By the standard of accommodation
But I don't see what you're complaining about
It's Beckett country
It's the place I was born to be
Beckett country
If you're quiet for a while
And you'd just listen
There's an old dog barking
And a solitary man
He hears the thunderous sound
Of the cruellest land
It's Beckett country
Can you see in my face
The pain of sixty years?
Like rings inside a tree
You can count each misery
Now she reads aloud
That fucking dismal poetry
I’m in Beckett country
It's the place I don't deserve to be
Beckett country
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The acid tears of those that cried
For all those ships that never came
Now with only quiet desperation
She scrubs the floors
Of rat shit rooms
The second hand quivers
And falls into place
And Howard drags his fingers
Through his face
And firework dreams die in the rain
There’s nothing bright or beautiful
Those fifteen wonderful wasted summers
Were the dying days of Howard Hughes
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The curtains in my room
The night light turned the patterns into faces
And that scared me
I was happy then
Nothing less nothing more
Joey said everything’s changing
And he smiled as if the smile was him hurting so
And we went to see the gates
And Joey said goodbye
If I needed money
I’d have to ask the people in the streets
Can you hear the rain outside?
And summer in a bus
Oh we walked the Golden Mile
And the Pleasure Beach of dreams made everyone scream
And I wanted to stay
Way past forever
My soap-free friends are grinning and crouching
And the rich bitch with shopping walks by
At night she dreams we creep into her rooms
And reeking and puking
We’re stealing her wonderful fortune
All those Capo Di Montes and Parisian vistas
It's just one of Mad Mike's stories
That she becomes us
And Billy spits and Sally laughs and scratches
And talks of revolution and living in a palace
And Sharpy says he knows where there's a gun
“It's a random world and some will be selected”
And Joey was my friend and he gave me my room
But the house I lived in’s now rubble
And a sign says that "Tescos is proud to announce...
A shopping development"
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Kite Without a String
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