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Capers Lyrics


What has not got my heart in it, shall we be dubbed sir names?
With a million blither tongues, mounting bristling guilt frames
In the fake ache of the gloom loom, slippers slap me alive
The hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly typesSo we catch and thread a minstrel, bleed a tower down to it's ankles
So we can't go up or stay up, find the thumb dumb in your ear brain
Get unfunny such as choirs do, why the clock lock brought this one?
Just when things seemed so [Incomprehensible]
Like my tooth face, like my out-doCapers, capers, capers
Capers, capers, capersOh, a streak, oh, treacly ink, inks, tied my knees all up in elbows
Erase that lapsing smile tub, lose the slip of the small soap-fellows
Account the add ups till I do not, are we balanced? We're in businessIdle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's, all legs and amour
I had a dreadful die hood, die hard, drunken, sunken, monk-heart
Oh, I had a wonderful die hood, thanks to my fa, fa, family

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Formed in 1968 in Warwick, England, the Edgar Broughton Band were part of the late 60s British underground blues boom. Led by the Broughton brothers, vocalist/guitarist Edgar Broughton and drummer Steve Broughton, and fleshed out by bassist Arthur Grant and guitarist Victor Unitt (who also briefly served with The Pretty Things), they were contemporaries of Groundhogs, Hawkwind, and The Pink Fairies, but were unique within the movement due to their radical political consciousness (which is highly pertinent).

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