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So Long H.N. Werkman
03:26
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Tutu, tutu, tutu
Tutu, tutu, tu
So Long, H.N. Werkman
Freedom of the mind
Speak out, play and fight
In violet lights
In silent nights
Circles, squares and chimneys
Prints of paradise
Racetracks, horses blue
Blue, blue, blue
Where are you
Somire mare maksi
Conbrise la contaksi
A monde microkaksi
Parfaite satisfaksi
Valore non valaxi
Presente par sequaxi
Colosso la colaxi
Un grande stupéfaxi
Aquiso quasi quaksi
Stupido adoraksi
Next call, H.N. Werkman
Carters plowing through
Descent into the Maelström
Round and round
And round and round
And round and round
Tutu, tutu, tutu
Tutu, tutu, tu
Punches, stamps and templates
Pressing cubes and lines
Werkman calling hey
Away we go
Away we go
Away we go
Subito un injaksi
Profonde profilaksi
Ridicula loquaxi
Un imposante smaksi
Regarde son pretaksi
Devalde educaxi
Retorica redaksi
Perfecte superflaxi
A basso immédiaxi
Salvo sonoso claxi
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Blackbirds in the sky
And jackdaws are jiggling
Sunday afternoon
Colours everywhere
A windflow is whispering
Look, it’s almost June
Hello sunshine
Birds on a wire
Playtime
Hello cloud nine
Girl on a swing
Last call for the spring
Cycling through the hills
We got cream on our shoulders
Sunday afternoon
We’re picking daffodils
We’re climbing on boulders
Rollin’ down the dune
Hello sunshine
Birds on a wire
Playtime
Hello cloud nine
Girl on a swing
Last call for the spring
Nobody makes a sound
We’re trying to find common ground
On Sunday afternoon
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Once upon a time when you were young
You were a Northern painter
Travelling to Davos
On your way to clear your head and lungs
But what you cleared was more
Important than just those
They were spellbound
Vibrant
So mesmerised
And their heart sounds
Beating
So harmonised
In the spring of 1921
To all your friends and allies
The painter made a vow
When you came back cured you said that now
Now was the time to change the
Furrows of the Plow
They were spellbound
Vibrant
So mesmerised
And their heart sounds
Beating
So harmonised
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Out Of Your Mind
04:09
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We’re up on the shelves
We’re reading ourselves
We’re biding the time while you play your games
We’re yearning for love
A word from above
Your fingers caressing our authors names
We stand side by side
Against the tide
Shoulder to shoulder and upright
You seemed so concerned
When our family was burnt
By people provoked by a single man
There’s so much you’ve learned
From the pages you turned
We don’t really mind that was way back when
We know you’re benign
So send us a sign
Come crawling out of your wasteland
Are you out of your mind
There’s poems and prose
And comfort for those
Who’re looking for shelter in fantasies
There’s comics and science
Some mistake lines
Some heroes from fine ancient tragedies
There’s motives and means
To discard your screens
And broaden your faltered horizon
Are you out of your mind
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By And By Astray
04:46
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Out of the blue
How brave are you
Getting your mojo working
Dusting off things
Rusty old strings
Getting the kettle boiling
Did we explain
It’s a zero-sum game endeavour
There’s nothing to gain
The music had changed forever
Why do you sound
Like no-one around
Why do you keep on struggling
Fallen from grace
In all kinds of ways
Maybe you should try juggling
Did we explain
It’s a zero-sum game endeavour
There’s nothing to gain
The music had changed forever
And we’re by and by
By and by
And we’re by and by astray
Astray
Aren’t you too old
To do as you’re told
And follow the right procedures
When will you learn
It’s not our concern
That artists are gloomy creatures
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Blackbirds in the sky
And jackdaws are jiggling
Sunday afternoon
Colours everywhere
A windflow is whispering
Look, it’s almost June
Hello sunshine
Birds on a wire
Playtime
Hello cloud nine
Girl on a swing
Last call for the spring
Cycling through the hills
We got cream on our shoulders
Sunday afternoon
We’re picking daffodils
We’re climbing on boulders
Rollin’ down the dune
Hello sunshine
Birds on a wire
Playtime
Hello cloud nine
Girl on a swing
Last call for the spring
Nobody makes a sound
We’re trying to find common ground
On Sunday afternoon
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The Dutch is an Amsterdam based pop group. Son of Han is the lead singer/guitarist.
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