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Sir Prize & The Twomorrow Knights
Evil music had spread
throughout the land
Kids cried out for a savior band
From the future and past
came rockers in tights
Sir Prize and the Tomorrow Knightz!
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Automatic Satin Circus
03:03
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Automatic Satin Circus
We've called the spirit in the sky to come groove on our mat and All The Young Dudes to rampage at our flat
When the Space Ace cometh you can all join us at The Automatic Satin Circus
We're screaming not to be Noddy and merely Marc your time. Turn your radio on and to Starman we'll mime.
Like the Prettiest Star the shows quite Dynamite. The Automatic Satin Circus
Chorus
Hey, hey, hey, umm, Umm, umm. ah, ah, ah, oo, oo, ooo. La, la, lala, la, la, la, laaa
Hey, hey, hey, umm, Umm, umm. ah, ah, ah, oo, oo, ooo. La, la, lala, la, la, la, laaa
Barry paid at the gate it's time to Kalamazoo. Let the glitter and the Stardust fall over you
Invite the Crash Street Kids and the Venus Loon too. The Automatic Satin Circus
It's twice the music and half the fuss. A Ballroom Blitz on a Magic, Mystery Bus
The Glycerine Queen and the Iron Virgin suss the Automatic Satin Circus
Chorus x 2
That's all!
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Illuminaughty
02:35
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Illuminaughty
No clown boys
No puppet on a string
Stimulus babies
Secret fling
No heavy metalist
Or tattooed hottiie
She's searching for Illuminaughty
Chorus
Searching for Illuminaughty
Craving for the power and glory
Searching for Illuminaughty
Waiting for the mean and haughty
She's tired of sheeple,
Woke is a joke
Just means their stupid
And dead beat broke
Seeks world domination
And Vanderbilt money
She's searching for Illuminaughty
Chorus
She's fortune focused
Craves a power tonic
Outward lavish
Underneath Masonic
Drives her body
Like a Maserati
She's searching for Illuminaughty
Chorus
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Little lambs dressed as mutton
Denim demons festooned with patches
Roller strollers with a scarf that matches
Platform boots up to the thigh
Feather cut blow-dried sky-high
Foxy and Roxy hit the floor
Wearing what Grandma wore before
A Vintage vixen
Glitter paint dripping
Biba boaed, then Baby Sham sipping
Glycerine tears will be shed
the past is were the future led
Foxy and Roxy hit the floor
Wearing what Grandma wore before
Chorus
On the menu today
There’s a retro price to pay
if you wanna go stardust struttin’
Little lambs dressed as mutton
Dance to tomorrow
In a style heavily borrowed
If you wanna go stardust strutting’
Little lambs dressed as mutton.
Baaaaa, Baaaaa
Trash and Vaudeville
The flares there are so cute
Thunderbolt suit packed with forbidden fruit
Fresh from the vine from times forgotten
Slaughter fodder new wolves a-trotting
Foxy and Roxy hit the floor
Doing what Grandma did before
Chorus x 2
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5. |
Space Rock
02:33
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Space Rock
TRUCK ON - feel the velvet star shine
TRUCK ON - free your mono mixed mind
TRUCK ON,TRUCK ON,TRUCK ON - fuelled by bright solar flares. Space flyer.
TRUCK ON - glorified & magnified
TRUCK ON - the seventh sojourn tide
TRUCK ON, TRUCK ON, TRUCK ON - lunar landscapes burn cold. Oh so bold
TRUCK ON - face the dark dilemma
TRUCK ON - buoyed by Procol Harum
TRUCK ON,TRUCK ON,TRUCK ON - light speed quick and laser sharp. Pierce the dark
TRUCK ON - where have you gone?
TRUCK ON - the vibe was strong
TRUCK ON, TRUCK ON, TRUCK ON - with cosmic love you shone above
Chorus
Groovin’ through the galaxies and steppin’ on the stars
Black holes pulse and then explode to alpha tuned guitars.
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Glam Gone Wilde
03:24
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Glam Gone Wilde
Ian warned “you can never grow old. Die young stay pretty”, so we’ve been told
The meek shall inherent, we’ve been sold
But grab a guitar, fortune favors the bold
“Velvet Goldmine’ deftly pays you your due
But Mr. Rock On’s Stardust rings more true
Fame fans the fire, it’s a life you’ll rue
But Bolan’s “Born to Boogie” still beckon’s you
Chorus
(Glam gone Wilde) - Victim of desire so cruel
(Glam gone Wilde) - Entombed in a self made tower
(Glam gone Wilde) -Witless aesthetic jewel
(Glam gone Wilde) - Espousing sunflower power
An exhausted sad cliché
How we love your Dorian Gray
You hear the teenyboppers screaming
Believe the adoration streaming
And while you know it's lonely at the top
You pray, "Please never let it stop"
Chorus
Never forget dear boy the importance of being earnest
And the only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it dear boy
Yield to it and keep yielding to it!
Glam Gone Wilde, Glam gone Wilde, Glam gone Wilde.......
An exhausted sad cliché
How we love your Dorian Gray
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7. |
Supersonic Sounds
03:28
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Supersonic Sounds
Syncopated symphony and silly sights
Falling off the precipice to fancy flights
Beatnik ballet clad in armoured tights
Pay attention to the music
Gregorian monks shouting football chants
Clearinghouse geisha denim pants
Genius of the lyric this final rant
Pay attention to the music
Chorus
Supersonic sounds abound
Supersonic sounds
Supersonic sounds abound
Supersonic sounds
Supersonic sounds
Roughhouse ragtime ringing rusted chimes
Chasing ding dong daddy and his stilted mind
Surfacing for air and smaller crimes
Pay attention to the music
Chorus
Polar bears can dance and clown
The Emperor penguin king is crowned
Both poles merge and joy is found
When supersonic sounds abound, sounds abound, sounds abound........
Chorus
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8. |
Eccentric Asylum
03:26
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Eccentric Asylum
Close the gate behind you
From the Danse Macabre
It’s a midnight job
A sort of cemetery life
Watch the Devil grin
As you dig right in
But the rich returns are rife
So, the place to start
Is fresh eyes or heart
Or a worm-free cerebellum
Then by light of day
We’ll go straight away
To the crazy place we sell’em
Drag the body down
And receive two crown
At the Eccentric Asylum
Chorus
White coats, white coats
splattered in crimson
If they ask any questions
say you got’em from prison
White Coats, white coats
Carving for knowledge
An Eccentric Asylum
Or is it a medical collage
Frozen stiff with fear
As your last breath nears
At the ending of life's story
Join St.Peters role
When the death knoll tolls
And increase our inventory
Pennies on their eye
That’s a nice surprise
That guarantees they’ll buy ‘em
Chorus
Shhh! I see a lantern
The ground keeper’s found us out
The dogs take after you
As he begins to shout
We argue for a moment
His gun point clearly made
When quick and subtle
I rebuttal with my trusty spade
From the Danse Macabre
It’s a midnight job
Both tax and union free
Cos with this attack
I can save my back
And collect a handsome fee
Pennies on their eye
That’s a nice surprise
That guarantees they’ll buy ‘em
Chorus
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Bubble Gum Kisses
03:33
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BubbleGum Kisses
Becky hit the road
In her Mercury Capri
Gonna travel with the Dead
Said she’s moving’ on from me
Uh oh oh oh oh Uh oh oh oh oh
Bobby got the boot
As did David and Donnie,
Tommy, Andy, Joey
And the Fruitgum Company
Uh oh oh oh oh Uh oh oh oh oh
Chorus
She use to blow me bubblegum kisses
She used to make me carry out her wishes
She use to blow me bubblegum kisses
Then she let me lick the candy dishes
Bubble gum, bubble gum, kisses, kisses, ahhhhh
Bubble gum, bubble gum, kisses, kisses, ahhhhh ........
Times they are a-changin’
In a hazy cloud of smoke
Eveybody's Truckin’
Yea, but I don’t wanna toke
Uh oh oh oh oh Uh oh oh oh oh
Every mother's son
Is seeming sort of flacid
Now she's rocking hard
with ripple and some acid
Uh oh oh oh oh Uh oh oh oh oh
Chorus
Seems her crush has crashed
Like the Airplane Jefferson
No more yummy sugar hums
Or the pop of bubblegum
Uh oh oh oh oh Uh oh oh oh oh
Chorus
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Stewy Stewy
03:38
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Stewy Stewy
There's a myth that's told
In the days of old
Of an island made of tundra.
Where a tribe survived eating walrus pie
And occasionally each other.
A most pious gent
On a quest he went
To change their ways to vegan
Reverend Stewart Kline
Hoped the tribe would find
The Lord and veggie cookin'
The tribe began to chant around a boiling pot
Anxious to taste his recipes
Chorus
We love Stewy Stewy
We eat Stewy Stewy
We want more Stewy Stewy
It warms our hearts and bellies
A ship arrived
With the Reverend inside
And supplies of vegetables
But before the dawn
Seems they all were gone
Empty bowls sat on the tables
The tribe began to chant around a boiling pot
Anxious to taste those recipes
Chorus
Though his time was brief
He soon taught the chief
To make a hearty hot stew
Stewart had no clue
What the tribe all knew
As a freezing gale now blew
So the grateful tribe
Said stay inside
And a special mix they poured in
And to no surprise
When the meal arrived
It tasted just like chicken
The tribe began to chant around a boiling pot
Anxious to taste those recipes
Chorus
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11. |
I Hit The Breaks
04:06
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I hit the breaks in Malibu
I surf and dance in the sand
Then cruise the coast on a moonlight drive
These starry nights are so bland.
I'm strolling down Sunset Blvd
The sun's working on my tan
Asked to act in a Star Wars film
No thanks, I'm not a fan.
Chorus
Dreaming of days cold and grey
A ghost filled Victorian mansion
The lawn is greener, or so it seems
Under the ivy with the fame of my passion
A house that's high in the Hollywood hills
Living life lush in Lotus Land
Those pool parties strewn with naked flesh
I'm not happy where I am
I hit the breaks in Malibu
Cadillac rag-topped and chromed
Heathcliff trapped in a paradise
I wish I was home alone.
Chorus
Cowardy, cowardly custard, English Mustard
Surely a room with a view
No California sun, no California girls just damp English rain and you
Chorus
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12. |
You Hurt My Bad Feelings
02:49
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You Hurt My Bad Feelings
A green eyed monster inhabits my soul and the ghost in my house is quite bitter
Curse on all love, I vow revenge on the world and to Satan have sworn I'm no quitter
And then I stop when I see you
I lose every intention that's cruel
You hurt my bad feelings
You send my demons reeling
In every grey cloud silver linings abound
Is this love that I've found
My ego's been bruised
My hearts painted black
Wreaking havoc and pain
Evils my game
My days breed contempt
and nights are sleepless
I'm affected by guilt
I feel no shame
And then you stop and you see me
And the joys in your eyes set me free
You hurt my bad feelings
You send my demons reeling
In fields of clover dark days are over
Yes, this is love that l've found
And then I stop when I see you
I lose every intention that's cruel
You hurt my bad feelings
You send my demons reeling
In every grey cloud silver linings abound
Is this love that I've found
You hurt my bad feelings
You send my demons reeling
In fields of clover dark days are over
Yes, this is love that l've found
You hurt my bad feelings
You hurt my bad feelings
You hurt my bad feelings
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Catamaran Catastrophe
03:26
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Catamaran Catastrophe
It was a young sailor's dream a brand new Hobie Sixteen and a ratty pair of Hang Ten Shorts
Cast off from Malibu raced up to Pt. Mugu dodging dolphins and surfers for sport
I was cresting a wave gonna make it behave when a rogue one crashed full blown
As I flew thru the air a gremmie surfer was there the Hobie had a mind of it's own
Chorus
Cat-a-ma-ran Ca-tas-tro-phe
Cat-a-ma-ran Ca-tas-tro-phe
Cat-a-ma-ran Ca-tas-tro-phe
He's gonna take his one last ride
I was so out of my depth saw him draw his last breath and my favourite baggies they got torn
As I clawed to the shore I wasn't wanting for more and a life land lover was born
Chorus
Chorus
He's gonna take his last ride
He's gonna take his last ride
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14. |
Sir Prize Motto
00:27
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Sir Prize Motto
Hey kids, thanks for listening and remember ......
Keep a song on your lips
A gleam in your eyes
A dream in your heart for a life full of .......Sir Prize!
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Sir Prize & The Twomorrow Knightz
...now immortalized as cartoon characters The Twomorrow Knightz are actually US lyricist Gregory Dobbins, owner of Dandy's
Stardust Dive Internet Radio station and UK's Tim Izzard, songwriter and musician.
Gregory has played Tim's solo music on his station for the last few years. A friendship developed over a love of pop music leading to this fanciful project became a fictional reality!
... more
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