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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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The Birthday Party were an Australian post-punk band, from 1977 to 1983. Formed in Melbourne, the band were one of the darkest and most challenging post-punk groups to emerge in the early '80s, creating bleak and noisy soundscapes that provided the perfect setting for vocalist NIck Cave's difficult, disturbing stories of religion, violence, and perversity. Their sound drew upon punk, rockabilly, free jazz and the rawest blues, but transcended concise categorization.

Read more about The Birthday Party on Last.fm.


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