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In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize.
Isolation, isolation, isolation...
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Hello, and welcome to the sunshine camp
Hello, and welcome to the sunshine camp
Hello, and welcome to the sunshine camp
Ooh...
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Energy
02:31
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Now, Mr. Boob, that's me
Bee, Double-Oh Bee, Boob
Bee, Double-Oh Bee, Boob
Now, Mr. Boob, that's me
Bee, Double-Oh Bee, Boob
Bee, Double-Oh Bee, Boob
Bee, Double-Oh Bee, Boob
Boob!
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Assembly Line
05:23
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Persuasion
You gotta get some
Persuasion
You better get some
Look at me, I touch your breast
Look at me, I touch your knee
And I persuade you
Like always, I persuade you
Look at me, I touch your head
I say the words, and you go to bed
My sister, my father, my mother, and my son
Do everything I want them to
With persuasion
Now there's lots of ways I could persuade you
I could do it with money, I could look at you
I could show you all that
I might as well do it anyway
You might as well choose to play
Look at me, get on your knees
I snap my fingers and you suckle me
Your sister, your mother, your auntie, and your niece
Do anything, and I mean everything
With persuasion
After all, you've seen yourself before
What difference does it make?
What difference does it make if someone like me sees it too?
What difference does it make if someone else sees you too?
All your friends do it
I mean, nobody will know it's you
It could be anybody
Anybody (It could be anybody)
I mean, these magazines, and these men, these old men
Who cares?
They're only middle-aged men
So why don't you just do as I suggest?
(It's a strange day)
Why don't you take your shirt off?
You know, what, what really turns me on is the shoulder
So why don't you just lie down on the covers, and...
I've got a little biscuit tin to keep your panties in
I've got a little biscuit tin to keep your panties in
White panties, red panties, school panties
Tattered panties, soiled panties, bloodstained panties
By the canal
By the canal
There's a certain phrase and a certain touch
A certain way that makes it all too much
With a little bit here and a little bit there
When you've done it all, it's too late to care
So look at me, get under the sheets
Look in my eyes and do it for me
Do it because I tell you to
Do it because I love you (Do it because I love you)
And under the covers, I touch you
(And you do exactly as I tell you)
And I persuade you
Always, like always, I persuade you
Persuasion
Persuasion
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The pupil is twelve, attractive, withdrawn
In a midnight blue school uniform
Lips, just a little too full for her face
Distant eyes full of space
In her posture, no trace of coquette
No defiance
She fingers the frets, looking forlorn
Crossing her legs where her tights have been torn
Starts as her mother comes into the room
And the afternoon grows still
And her mother feels chill
Shivers and buttons her coat
I gently correct the curve of her back
And open the book in the now-empty flat
At the classical piece I've had her prepare
And her arms are bare as she plays
And I draw back behind her ear
A few strands of hair gone astray
She shows me her bracelet, the lesson is done
I turn it around between finger and thumb
We sit face to face and it seems to me that
Her face is the face of a cat
And touching the place where her breasts will be
I press my hand flat
She comes into my lap, I turn her around
Her hands clasp my neck and her feet skim the ground
Her skirt travels up under my palm
But the pupil sits looking so calm
As if listening to the distant sound
Of a burglar alarm
What happened next, it's hard to recall
The guitar lesson left no traces at all
Now, from afar, it seems to resemble
A strange composition in oil
Of a man, a guitar, and an innocent little girl
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Isolation (Remaster)
02:56
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In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize.
Isolation, isolation, isolation...
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Assembly Line (Remaster)
05:31
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13. |
Crunchy
01:11
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Persuasion (Remaster)
06:01
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Persuasion
You gotta get some
Persuasion
You better get some
Look at me, I touch your breast
Look at me, I touch your knee
And I persuade you
Like always, I persuade you
Look at me, I touch your head
I say the words, and you go to bed
My sister, my father, my mother, and my son
Do everything I want them to
With persuasion
Now there's lots of ways I could persuade you
I could do it with money, I could look at you
I could show you all that
I might as well do it anyway
You might as well choose to play
Look at me, get on your knees
I snap my fingers and you suckle me
Your sister, your mother, your auntie, and your niece
Do anything, and I mean everything
With persuasion
After all, you've seen yourself before
What difference does it make?
What difference does it make if someone like me sees it too?
What difference does it make if someone else sees you too?
All your friends do it
I mean, nobody will know it's you
It could be anybody
Anybody (It could be anybody)
I mean, these magazines, and these men, these old men
Who cares?
They're only middle-aged men
So why don't you just do as I suggest?
(It's a strange day)
Why don't you take your shirt off?
You know, what, what really turns me on is the shoulder
So why don't you just lie down on the covers, and...
I've got a little biscuit tin to keep your panties in
I've got a little biscuit tin to keep your panties in
White panties, red panties, school panties
Tattered panties, soiled panties, bloodstained panties
By the canal
By the canal
There's a certain phrase and a certain touch
A certain way that makes it all too much
With a little bit here and a little bit there
When you've done it all, it's too late to care
So look at me, get under the sheets
Look in my eyes and do it for me
Do it because I tell you to
Do it because I love you (Do it because I love you)
And under the covers, I touch you
(And you do exactly as I tell you)
And I persuade you
Always, like always, I persuade you
Persuasion
Persuasion
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Memories Itch (Remaster)
03:36
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The pupil is twelve, attractive, withdrawn
In a midnight blue school uniform
Lips, just a little too full for her face
Distant eyes full of space
In her posture, no trace of coquette
No defiance
She fingers the frets, looking forlorn
Crossing her legs where her tights have been torn
Starts as her mother comes into the room
And the afternoon grows still
And her mother feels chill
Shivers and buttons her coat
I gently correct the curve of her back
And open the book in the now-empty flat
At the classical piece I've had her prepare
And her arms are bare as she plays
And I draw back behind her ear
A few strands of hair gone astray
She shows me her bracelet, the lesson is done
I turn it around between finger and thumb
We sit face to face and it seems to me that
Her face is the face of a cat
And touching the place where her breasts will be
I press my hand flat
She comes into my lap, I turn her around
Her hands clasp my neck and her feet skim the ground
Her skirt travels up under my palm
But the pupil sits looking so calm
As if listening to the distant sound
Of a burglar alarm
What happened next, it's hard to recall
The guitar lesson left no traces at all
Now, from afar, it seems to resemble
A strange composition in oil
Of a man, a guitar, and an innocent little girl
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Colour Sound Oblivion Claremore, Oklahoma
I play, therefore I am.
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