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Candy Head

by timlane

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SOMETHING GOT BROKE Something inside me got broke somehow It’s gonna be bitch to mend Something inside me got broke and now I'm gonna crash and burn again I can’t help myself it’s just this thing I do If you stand too close I swear you're sure to end up going down too Something got broke Something got broke Everyone around me gets hurt somehow It always goes down the same Everyone around me gets burned and now It's all gonna happen again I'll be flying high next thing I know I'm in a nose-dive I'm spinning out of control CHORUS: Round and round Keep coming back for more I’ll tear you down Like I did so many time before Something got broke Something got broke Everything I make gets bent somehow You don't want me hanging round here It never comes out like I meant somehow It was always gonna end in tears Can’t stop myself this happens every time Call me a Jonah you should Try and learn to read the signs CHORUS I can’t help myself it’s just this thing I do If you stand too close I swear you're sure to end up going down too CHORUS x2
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Big House 03:13
BIG HOUSE I know there’s something going on up at the big house Although it’s purely speculation I’ll allow Some new guy we don’t know Bought the place six weeks ago No-one saw him moving in but he’s there now He ain’t connected the electric at the big house Although he’s been there for at least a week or more But every single night You can plainly see a light Burning in the window on the second floor And how much plastic sheeting does one man need? What’s he gonna do with all that bleach? So said Maggie’s Pa after he showed up at the store To stock up on supplies one night last week There's strange noises always coming from the big house Hammering and drilling ev'ry night And Jesus, what the hell Is that goddamn dreadful smell? Something at the Big House just ain’t right INSTRUMENTAL There’s been a lot of digging at the Big House There’s mounds of earth all piled up round the yard I’m not the only one round here Who thinks it’s just plain weird That it only seems to happen after dark He's blacked out all the windows in the big house Why do you suppose he would do that? Is there stuff he's got inside he fells he needs to hide? i swear it just ain't normal that's a fact What on earth's he gonna do with all that timber? And those eight by four foot sheets of polished steel? And forty pounds of nails, even if they were on sale Seems like conspicuous consumption if you’re asking me Yes there's something going on up at the big house And though I ain't the sort to easily take fright Since this new guy came along It all seems somehow wrong Something at the big house just ain't right Something at the big house just ain't right
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I WILL STAND I will stand I will not run I see it through Until it’s done Though I may stumble I will not fall I will stand firm I will stand tall I may falter I will not break You put me down Make no mistake I’ll come right back Three times as strong I’ll take the pain Just bring it on While I have breath I will not waver Come what may I’ll stick around And if you will stand beside me Side by side we’ll hold our ground We will stand We will endure Whatever trouble Life has in store Together Come rain or shine We will stand fast We’ll walk the line While I live I will hold steady As long as I can stand with you United we’ll last forever Come what may we’ll make through We will stand We will endure Whatever trouble Life has in store Together Come rain or shine We will stand fast We’ll walk the line We will stand We will not run We’ll see it through Until it’s done Though we may stumble We will not fall We will stand firm We will stand tall
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Instrumental
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I’VE INTERACTED WITH BRUCE LACEY’S HEAD You can talk about the weather You can talk about your health You can talk about your brain scan And brag about your wealth You can bore me with your haemorrhoids And pictures of your kids You can go on about your holiday And all the things you did Don’t assume I’ll be amazed When it’s all been done and said ‘Cos I’ve interacted with Bruce Lacey’s Head I’ve seen his Jelly Woman And his landing on the moon I’ve heard him singing Sleepy Valley And other madcap tunes I’ve watched him dancing ‘round and chanting In the middle of the night Wearing not a stitch of clothing And his willy painted white You may think that what you’ve done Will knock the public dead But I’ve interacted with Bruce Lacey’s head So understand my situation If I’m not all that impressed By your tales of heavy drinking And your stylish mode of dress I’m afraid I will be yawning As your story is unfurled ‘Cos I’ve seen Rosabosom Win Alternative Miss World You might have had more sex than Motley Crue More drugs than Mick and Keith The things you’ve done to your chinchilla May be strange beyond belief But if your tale underwhelms me Try not to get cross I’ve seen the weirdest of the weird Done by the all-time weirdness boss When you’ve seen his womaniser There’s no more to be said ‘Cos I’ve interacted, yes I’ve interacted Yes I’ve interacted with Bruce Lacey’s head
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YOU LITTLE GENIUS. CHORUS You little genius You make it look so easy on bother or fuss You got it all worked out before it’s even begun There’s no doubt about it you’re the brilliant one (oh yeah!) And you leave me in the dust You little genius. vs1. I need to tell you what’s on my mind Let’s get it straight from the start now I speak as I find. You got me right where you want me and now that I’m here I can see how you did it its all coming clear. Your strategy was masterful I’m awestruck and amazed, You won the game before I new that a game was being played. RPT CHORUS. Vs2.Wherever I run to wherever I hide You’ve been there first and you’ve published a travel guide. I never really had a hope in hell And that’s fine by me ‘cos you do it so well. You fixed it all so beautifully, you’ve covered every base. What a well laid plan and executed with such style and grace. RPT CHORUS. Vs.3I fall to my knees in admiration because you’re beyond compare You’ve really done the job on this one all the rest of us are nowhere. INSTRUMENTAL. Vs.4 You fixed it all so beautifully, you’ve covered every base. What a well laid plan and executed with such style and grace. RPT CHORUS.
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Instrumental
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FLESH OF THE HOG You can keep your fried chicken and your rib-eye steak Don’t ya gimme no greens that’s a big mistake Spicy grilled vegetables and crawfish pie Ain’t the kind of vittles’ gonna catch my eye I know what it takes to make my taste buds rock I wanna feast on the flesh of the hog Prawn stuffed flatfish red beans and rice You tell me it’s good but it don’t roll my dice Some people eat salad: I don’t mean to be rude I was surprised to discover that this counts as food I know what it takes to make my taste buds rock I wanna feast on the flesh of the hog fried chops, tenderloin, what can I say? slow roast pulled pork blows me away Barbequed ribs hot chilli dogs I wanna feast on the flesh of the hog Crisp fried bacon, ham on the bone Jerk pork belly I can’t leave it alone Wild boar, hog roast, toad in the hole It’s a taste sensation eat it hot or cold I know what it takes to make my taste buds rock I wanna feast on the flesh of the hog fried chops, tenderloin, what can I say? slow roast pulled pork blows me away Barbequed ribs hot chilli dogs I wanna feast on the flesh of the hog Black pudding, pork rinds boudin, charcute I’m a hog for the pigmeat, ain’t it the truth Stuffed Porcetta, gammon and eggs It don’t have to cost you an arm and a leg I know what it takes to make my taste buds rock I wanna feast on the flesh of the hog
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instrumental
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Healer 05:23
YOU’RE THE HEALER I was in a state I was down and out I was all used up and there ain’t no doubt I was all messed up with no place to go I was busted, battered, broken and blue All out of luck couldn’t see a way through My self-respect was at an all-time low Then you did your thing You came and took me under your wing You fixed me up you put me straight Now I’m stepping right up to the plate CHORUS Na na na-na-na na You’re the healer Na na na-na-na na come to make it right Na na na-na-na na I want to thank you Na na na-na-na na You brought me back to life Way off course, drifting onto the rocks I was over extended I was under the cosh Lost at sea and I was sinking fast I was off the reservation I was on the way down With no hope or expectation of turning it around In the great race of life I was coming in last Then you came along You showed me how I’d got it all wrong You picked me up you brought me back You put me on the right track CHORUS You’re the real deal you’re the main event You never give less than a hundred per cent I was hurting, you took away the pain I was going under you threw me line You said stick with me it’ll turn out fine You picked up the pieces and put them together again You’re the healer, you’re the fixer You’re the treatment, you’re the cure You’re the mover, trouble-shooter You’re the shelter, from the storm Then you did your thing You came and took me under your wing You fixed me up you put me straight Now I’m stepping right up to the plate CHORUS
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A collection of whimsical pop songs and instrumentals where no two songs are the same

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released January 31, 2017

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timlane Norwich, UK

Welcome to the musical world of Tim Lane. I'm a musician and composer who lives in Norwich in the UK.
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