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Steve's 9th Incarnation
01:29
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L.R.O
02:02
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When you’re battered, all alone
Don’t be sad face, or use your mobile phone
There’s a person, with a plan
Big round oval
He loves Birmingham
So much blubber
My poor floor
So confusing
Curry and Carte D’or
It’s his purpose
He’s your man
Big Round Object
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Numbers
02:16
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A young man without a clue
Of what he wants from life
Meets a girl and asks her, “what’s your name?”
Well they sure made a pretty pair, and boy he loved her so
But his dumb eyes just couldn’t help but rove
It seems as if his number’s up for sure
He’s no-one to call sweetheart anymore
He roams the night, walks the street
One on either arm
Not a glance as they walk out the door
Ten thousand nights, a million bars
Still he waits for her
The one that he will love forevermore
Well it seems as if his number’s up for sure
Spent too long thinking, too long drinking
Too long lying on the floor
He’s no-one to call sweetheart anymore
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Oh,
05:53
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Of all the ironies, and vagaries about
One confounds more than most
A tale of faff, and complexity
Obfuscated by my lungs
One day you woke
Your fluffy friend has gone
Tragedy of tragedies
Streetlit boulevards
Persian philosophies
Anything you lose comes round, in another form
In another form
Oh Doggie
How was I supposed to know?
A mellifluous bark
But you’re sad
You’ve lost your blue bow
A long time has passed
Since you mugged each other off
Time is a pastiche of itself
No forgiveness
People just have shit memories
Anything you lose comes round, in another form
In another form
But oh, Doggie
How was I supposed to know?
A mellifluous bark, but you’re sad
You’ve lost your blue bow
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Doggie
05:35
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Liability Steve
03:56
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I thought I had killed that man
Far too much crémant, acting like a fucking twat
In front of another, person I like most
Massacring friendships, what a joke
I thought I was over that
48 tequilas, deeply upsetting some dads
It shouldn’t be funny, starting fights with that dickhead from Keane
That chick’s night joined the litany
I’ll hole up with a girl, or three
Shut all the curtains, smoke everything we see
Redolence, persplectives
The outside’s a myth
Beautiful vessels will be missed
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Wooty's Big Bowl
08:24
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Leaving my concerns in WKD cocktails
I’ll miss the way the little redhead girl did her nails
I see few downsides to being a cat
Oh great Ganesha, reincarnate me as a cat
Forth-nine hours since my head came down from in the sky
Concepts like shapes and colours start to return to my mind
I seem to have regained the power of speech
Quite confusing, thought that would take at least a week
Doyennes and smoke, pointlessness and eulogies
You’re like Chipsticks, my favourite debauchee
A sense of smell that’s a sight to behold
I often miss you in a funny sort of way
Especially when I wear your clothes, or eat your favourite cigarettes
But if you want me I’ll be back before you can say Dave
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STEVE'S 9TH INCARNATION London, UK
“Experimental and unique music that puts a new spin on psychedelia” - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ New Noise
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“Strange and Wonderful” - Classic Rock Magazine
“Reincarnates the essence of British psych” - Echoes and Dust
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