1. |
Bedbugs
04:00
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Now that this has gone,
Just like you,
Said it always would, with a smile, and in time
I’ve found that you’re quite right.
Bottling the tension,
With a WKD,
And your tongue goes red, like you, when you answer,
A pub quiz question incorrectly
Oh My Love
Oh my love I feel you’re falling away,
From my view you’ve got a different persuasion,
To continue whilst my head’s out in space,
Wouldn’t be an ideal situation,
Oh My Love
You’re as common as chewing gum,
That you find on these streets,
But the difference is,
When you’re spat out, you fight, you give as good as you get,
Before you lay in defeat
I’m never gonna run away for,
More than a day,
But the silent treatment comes as night, when the bedbugs bite,
And you’re begging for a change,
Well it’s bound to happen sometime soon.
Oh My Love
Oh my love I feel you’re falling away,
From my view you’ve got a different persuasion,
To continue whilst my head’s out in space,
Wouldn’t be an ideal situation,
Oh My Love
Try to save myself from having to choose,
Between the changes in moods,
Like getting spat out and chewed,
To being sent from above,
Unlike the dew on the vine,
Yet not contrived or unkind,
But as my plights put aside,
I’ll just sing Oh My Love.
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2. |
Johnny Loves June
03:22
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…And if you come back again,
Well I hope you don’t find just what you’re looking for,
But you already know that my friend,
And if you come back again,
Well I hope it ain’t right because you threw it all away,
But you already know that my friend,
And you know,
That Johnny loves all of his June,
But some things don’t work out like they should,
Yet you always look up, and never back down,
I like the spark in your eyes that say you just don’t give a damn,
And if it’s true what they say,
About the lining of the clouds then we’re due some good fortune,
But you already know that my friend,
And when not if this all comes true,
Don’t answer him back ‘cause he never answers you,
But you already know that my friend,
And you know,
That Johnny loves all of his June,
But some things don’t work out like they should,
Yet you always look up, and never back down,
I like the spark in your eyes that say you just don’t give a damn,
Ba-da bum-bum,
ba-da-dum,
ba-da da-dum,
ba-dum dum
Bumm, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-dum, dum, dum…
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3. |
Smoke & Mirrors
03:09
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Now and then,
I find myself amongst the weight,
Dissolving any doubt, that I’m sick,
I’m stranded and alone with this,
And the ship sinks in the water,
Just off the shore,
While the brave cling to the rafters,
The blind pray to the Lord.
See these tracks,
Well if I tried to become any more relaxed,
I surely would collapse in a fit,
And have Death lead me to a hall of judgement,
In the seven seas of wonder,
We’re lost and alone,
If you’re the type to question answers,
Then read between the fold.
So now this seems,
Just a little more than ignorance falling off my tongue,
It’s a canny trick,
I’m a two-bit monster, beast of conflict,
When the ink that stains the paper,
Is rich in its form,
You’ll find a second or so later,
You’re richer than before.
If I had more wit,
I’d smuggle out more words than gold,
Don’t you know that I’m sick?
And I’ve truly missed the boat my dear,
Oh dearest daughter,
Acting folly on the wave,
They’ll take you off to slaughter,
Lined up with all the slaves.
So I find myself acting up,
However much I try to,
Relate this to war,
But can’t write the right score,
Second time in is bold and blue,
And the ending you see, just don’t bother with me,
So I don’t bother with it at all.
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4. |
Douse
02:42
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Sit down on this broken chair,
twiddle ya thumbs or play with your hair,
cos it’s not what you're thinking...she's not really there,
Got a feeling that it's all in my head,
got a feeling that you're out of your depth,
Miming to a speech and nothing being said,
But I can always just...
Play the play and let the voodoo doll sing,
know the words but it doesn't mean a fucking thing though,
when you find out what you wanted,
I hope you know what that means
Play the play and let the voodoo doll sing,
know the words but it doesn't mean anything though,
there's a rave but no-one’s dancing,
and I'm bored out of my mind
Douse yourself go on, douse yourself to get,
Half a chance with any girl that accepts,
Is your head straight, are you thinking straight?
Cos I just can't quite...
Play the play and let the voodoo doll sing,
know the words but it doesn't mean a fucking thing though,
when you find out what you wanted,
I hope you know what that means
Play the play and let the voodoo doll sing,
know the words but it doesn't mean anything though,
there's a rave but no-one’s dancing,
and I'm bored out of my mind
You make it out as though it's nothing at all,
But I know it is everything at all,
everything at all
Play the play and let the voodoo doll sing,
know the words but it doesn't mean a fucking thing though,
when you find out what you wanted,
I hope you know what that means
Play the play and let the voodoo doll sing,
know the words but it doesn't mean anything though,
there's a rave but no-one’s dancing, and I'm bored out of my mind
Sit down on this broken chair,
twiddle ya thumbs or play with your hair,
cos it’s not what you're thinking...she's not really there,
Got a feeling that it's all in my head,
got a feeling that you're out of your depth,
Miming to a speech and nothing being said,
And I’m bored out of my mind.
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5. |
Conrad's Daily Dose
04:18
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Conrad said he’s never worked so much in all his life,
He’s built to take a beating,
But he knows he can’t decide,
What is right…
What is right?
With his tropical temperament,
He twists and then he turns,
He’s bored of entertainment,
And he’s bored of all his nerves,
So give them hell…
And I’ll tell him that you called.
And he’s warm enough to stop,
Bile filling up your gut,
But his cold hearted demeanour makes it worse than you first thought!
So he’s warm enough to stop,
Bile filling up your gut,
But he’s cold…
And he’s cold enough to know you’ll never…
With his crooked fingers running over satin lingerie,
He’s distracting, he’s musing,
But I doubt he’ll ever say,
What is wrong,
What is wrong?
Wrong is when gossips spread into idle ears and souls,
Great Britain’s not so great,
It’s even worse when it’s your home,
And Conrad knows…
That you’re coming to chop off his head.
And he’s warm enough to stop,
Bile filling up your gut,
But his cold hearted demeanour makes it worse than you first thought!
So he’s warm enough to stop,
Bile filling up your gut,
But he’s cold…
And he’s cold enough to know you’ll never…
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The Baron Von Marlon Kent, Washington
My debut EP "Of Flora & Fauna" was released on July 22nd 2011.
My Second EP "Smoke & Mirrors" was
released on 3rd March 2012.
Wearer of large scarves, Lover, Fighter, Singer of Songs, Writer of Wrongs, Glasses Wearing, Checked Shirt Bearing, Song Writing Man with Band from Kent.
www.thebaronvonmarlon.co.uk
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