Cornershop Album

Sleep on the left side
Leave the right side free
Hope gets salted
As those around you leave
We're gonna let it up like India House on fire
We're gonna let it go
And let it go higher
Let it go

Sleep on the left side
Houcam is our call
We're gonna take it
That virgin fall
There's gonna be some
When we let it up
And let it breathe
And all the holes
Doused with grief
And planets up
And time to leave
No Asian fire
Will leave us dyre
Born again to Asian #lion#
There comes no telling
How it will be
What's turned to smoke
Was in our hearts
And planets up
What we have lost

Foot racing from kitchens
Down alleys through gulleys
Meeting every second hour
Never to come to terms with ?
Foot racing to Putabin Key
'cause there's too much going on
To jeer on green goddesses, local dignitaries and labor counselors
Always #in touch# by #way of# the community organ? we're about to be #orphaned#

Sleep on the left side
Keep the sword hand free
Arrrh, wuttevess gonna be is
Gone nu be
For the 7th time
WithOUT, tumbling disyre
Easy dizease
We're gonna let it known
And let it go slow, let it go

Sleep on the left side
Sleep on the left side

Some sounds
Some #burdens#
#Can# release

Some sounds
Some #burdens#
#Can# release

Some sounds
Some #burdens#
Sleep on the left side

There's dancing behind movie scenes
Behind the movie scenes - Sadi Rani
She's the one that keeps the dream alive,
From the morning, past the evening,
Till the end of the light
Brimful of Asha on the forty-five
Well, it's a brimful of Asha on the forty-five
Brimful of Asha on the forty-five
Well, it's a brimful of Asha on the forty-five
and singing illuminate the main streets and the cinema aisles
We don't care about no government warning
about that promotion of the simple life and the dams they are building

CHORUS
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow,
everybody needs a bosom
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow,
everybody needs a bosom
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow,
everybody needs a bosom

Mine's on the forty-five
Mohammed Ruffi (forty-five)
Lata Mangeshka (forty-five)
solid state radio (forty-five)
ferguson mono (forty-five)
Mon public (forty-five)
Jacques Dutronc and the Bolan Boogies
the Heavy Hitters and the chi chi music
All Indian radio (forty-five)
two in ones (forty-five)
ovvo records (forty-five)
trojan records (forty-five)

CHORUS

CHORUS 2

7-7,000 piece orchestra set
everybody needs a bosom for a pillow mines on the RPM...

CHORUS

CHORUS

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Mar mar o'sharle(h)
Ekuh. Oshart mar mar
Ma rmar o'sharle(h)
Ekuh. Oshart mar mar
Raja Rani, Ek kahani
Shorti o'shari mar
Eh mar mar o'shaaaaarrrlllllll
Shorti shorti o'shari mar — hanji
Mar mar o'sharle(h)
Ekuh. O'shari mar mar
Mar mar o'sharle(h)
Ekuh. O'shari mar mar
Raja Rani, Ek kahani
Shorti o'shari mar
Ek Bani ek Kahani mar o'sharrrrrllllll
Arja — Ek mar mar O'shari
Hanji, Hasda Punjav
Tha(h) Jullander hasda
Sing: Mortey mortey mataey, mitti mitti lagardi
Mera(h) kore(h) te(h) chare(h)
Mere(h) nari arh
Hemi dervaja
Jhere ehse ameed nu band dar-sak-da(h)
That this truth can shut out
Mar mar o'sharte(h)
Ekuh. O'shari mar mar
Raja Rani, ek kahani
Shorti o'shari mar
Eh mar mar o'shaaarrrrllllll
Barkhlarff IBM tha Coca Cola, luk lamth
Mar mar o'sharte(h)
Ekuh. O'shari mar mar
Mar mar o'sharle(h)
Ekuh. O'shari mar mar
Raja Rani, ek kahani
Shorti o'shari mar
Ek bani ek kahani mar o'shaaarrrrllll
Hanji
ek mar mas O'shari
IBM tha Coca Cola, muther fucker, Lak lamth

Well, it seems like the funky days, they're back again
Funky funky days they're back again
And we
re en vogue again
Before the gurkers get called up again
Seems like the funky days are back again
And the party's got a double ee at thee end again
We'll be armed in dungareen chords again
Happy days are here again mar friend
Been a long journey, long long tymes
Many roads we couldn't climb
But once again, the name of the game is funky and it's funky again
Seems like those funky days are back again
Funky with a “y” and it's back again and back again
We'll be wearing dungareen cords again walking down that road
With a smile on our faces
Holing only embraces
Embraces to hold us cos we're getting funky again
And we
re funky again
Seems like those funky days
rAe back again
My friends we'll be wearing dungareen cords again, walking down that road
When we say party we mean it to end on the double ee
Funky roads are back again
Funky drinks are back again
Zip-zap guns are back again
Big shoes are back again
The middle eight is back again
Funky feet back again
Tax in the post is back again
Worker strikes are back again and we'll be
and we
ll be doing the airplane wheel — dancing
Swinging like an airplane wheel — moving
Funky days are back again mar friends
Funky days are back again
Ben, you just show them how funky it can get when funky days are back en vogue again.”

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I'm feeling good behind the wheel
I know it won't be too long
Two foots racing and the man made blues
I feel the magic of the man and the ghost
Checking out the animal heads in the animal kingdom
Taking acts on through the turbulent sea
It's the truth it's the truth make it be tree

To the chorus now, it'll always be tough
A beach manhattan from the middle of the heart

I want each all to switch your tiny mind on
I want each and all switch on your tiny mind x2
Cause good shits all around good people, don't let it get you down, good people
Good shits all around it's all about x2

Good people now, good shit, I'm on fire (las jammas estasiendo baby)
Directing traffic on the disco floor (uno, dos, tres, quatro)

Well one by one we gonna take you lovers on and
One by one we gonna take you lovers on
Eastern claps on the one and the third, and I'm thinking
It's a mighty god to be serve

Good shit, I'm on fire

Let's been waiting, I don't give up on a good thing
Heavy metal from the back of a stage
Walk into interstate with the worst attorney that helped me
Making old your mothers day

To the chorus now, it'll always be tough
A beach manhattan from the middle of the heart

I want you each and all to switch your tiny mind on
I want you each and all switch on your tiny mind x2
Cause good shits all around good people, don't let it get you down, good people
Good shits all around it's all about x2

Good people now
Good shit, I'm on fire
It's the triple route, it's the truth it's the truth (and) x3

Truth

And by the time that she gets home
She'll realise that I am gone
I'll be sitting in a back bar drinkin'
Drinking to my friends
And drinking to my foes
For both keep a young heart moving.
It's good to be on the trail
From where my heart set sail
Puttin anchor down
For friends and good beer
So I'll have another one
Then I
ll be moving on.
It's good to be on the road back home again. Again
And by the time that he arrives
He will read, I have lied
He'll go drinking to his friends and to his foes.
But drinking in the devil
That tears one apart, leaving
Memories of what should have been and wasn't.
Son petit business
In Tokiyo town
Italy for the apples
To where mar heart is now.
Now it
s giddy up or whoa
and I'm afraid it's good to be back on the road home.”
It's good to be on the road back home again. Again.
I swear I meant to leave Chattanoogah, but”
But I had another one.
And I realised whar I'd gone
And I realised what I'd done
I need to be on the first bus back
Into her arms
It's good to be on rht road back home
Too many nights
In dirty London town
Italy for the apples
To where my heart is now.
For I've lost marself, searchin'
For what I ain't
It's good to be on the road back home again.
Leave Chattanooga
Walk in to New York City
Aeroplane down to Nippon ground
Meets some friends in Tokio-town
Across to West Maluva
Showboat to West Malay
Leave my foes to their woes
Sometimes “that's how it goes”
It's good to be on the road back home again

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Mere(h) korlsi ek rani
Ja(h), shart me(h) kernar
Orde(h) korlai me(h)
Orne(h) orda kumera dukalis
He(h) nee eh huchae
Norwegian lukri

Orne(h) kyar rela(h) Tha(h) be(h)ja
Jitte(h) bi teri marji
Me(h) alle(h) dwalle(h) deklar
Kay(h) ohte(h) korsee nee si

Ma(h) duri te(h) be(h)gle
Sume sorcheke(h)
Ordi sharab pyike(h)
Use dar buhjeh tac galla kitia(h)
Fa(h) ome(h) kuy-ar
Sohn da suma horgiar

Orne(h) dusia ke swernu karnte(h), jandi he(h)
Tah hassna shooru karditha
Me(h) ornu dusia, me(h) nee-jarna
Tha bathe betch solhm cha-leg-lar

Jad me(h) jargian,
Me(h) kul-ar se
Eh chirey beergh gey
Fer(h) me(h) aag jug ay see
He(h) nee eh huchee
Norwegian lukri