Martina Topley-Bird [non album lyrics]

Martina Topley-Bird
non album lyrics

Coattails Of A Dead Man (Primus)
(lyrics by Les Claypool, music by Primus)

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Tom Waits:
One, two, three
Les Claypool:
He wasn't looking for fanfare or fame
But it all cam around just the same
He then met a girl with desire in her eye
He gave her love, she took his name
Martina (background all the time):
Ooohhh, aaahhh.....
Les Claypool:
The times they were good, the times they were bad
Most times it was just in between
The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had
She put on display for all to be seen
Some find their solace in work or the lord
She was quite content in her dream
When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light
He found comfort in the bottle of Ol'Jimmy Beam
One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole
He reached out for something' to feel
She offered back bothin' but lack of respect
So he let himself out with two barrels of steel
She cried in the day she cried in the night
She cried loudest when someone was near
Weather crying for him or she cried for himself
The bigger the camera the bigger the tear
Most folks agree she was living a hell
and publicly she showed her pain
And never once she was there a thought for herself
And the ever growing slices of fortune and fame
Les Claypool & Tom Waits & Martina:
Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high
(repeated all over)
Martina (background):
La la la la....

Dirty Drowning Man (Primus)
(lyrics by Les Claypool, music by Primus)

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Les Claypool:
I'm a dog
A dirty flying dog
I drink Campari
With marinated wild hog
I've no sense
I lick electric fence
I put barbed wire in my pants
And do a celtic dance
But when I can
I am a giving man
I'll flip you out the fire
And back up into the frying pan
And if you're down
Lookin like you're gonna dornw
Of all your friedns I'm the one
Who's most apt to stick around
I'm a drowning man
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this
Dirty drowning man
You're so fine
So bright and shiney fine
And I'm so proud to say
That you inj fact are a frine dof mine
And doubly pleased
With crooked wobbly knees
i drive on in and backstroke right
Across these seas of cheese
But on the times
When I'm not such a giving man
Please flip me out the fire
And back up into the frying pan
And if you're down
Lookin like you're gonna drown
Of all your friedns I'm the one
Who's most apt to stick around
I'm a drowning man
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this
Dirty drowning man
Martina:
Ooohh, aaahh...
Les Claypool & Martina:
I'm a dog
A dirty flying dog
I drink Campari
With marinated wild hog
I've no sense
I lick electric fence
I put barbed wire in my pants
And do a celtic dance
Les Claypool:
But when I can
I am a giving man
I'll flip you out the fire
And back up into the frying pan
And if you're down
Lookin like you're gonna drown
Of all your friends I'm the one
Who's most apt to stick around
Les Clayppool & Martina:
I'm a drowning man
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this
Dirty drowning man
Martina:
Aaoohh, aaaooohh...
Les Clayppool:
And if you're down
Lookin like you're gonna drown
Of all your friedns I'm the one
Who's most apt to stick around
I'm a drowning man
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this
Dirty drowning man
Martina:
Aaoohh, aaaooohh...

Outrun
(written by David Holmes, Paul Mossman, Darren Morris, Martina Topley-Bird))

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Martina:
In you and I
A crackled glace forever
My father's eye
He was up in the dark
Your clever tongue
Covers me in whispers
I struggle now
With a dawn, with a light
The glace of your eye
In the room is a shiver
You put your winter inside
It's home, no place to deliver
A part in ... becomes a part in time
And I can say, yeah
I'd like to go
Don't take it back
So I can tell you so (?)
And I can say
I'd like to go
Don't hold along (?)
In a strong home (?)
I alone
.. my head like a fly (?)
I think there's a guilty
Reborn in this world
Its smiling ear ties me by noon
... soon
And I can say, yeah
I'd like to go
Don't take it back
So I can tell you so (?)
And I can say
I'd like to go
Don't hold along (?)
In a strong home (?)
(whispered lines)
You can take me to let you know
You can see now beyond what is on shore
You can take me to let you got to know
You can now see me and what is on my shore
And I can say, yeah
I'd like to go
Don't take it back
So I can tell you so (?)
And I can say
I'd like to go
Don't hold along (?)
In a strong home (?)

And I can say, yeah
I'd like to go
To show you what you wanna see
.... on shore
(repeated with other lines)
Hmmmm....
You should take me to let you know
You can see now what is on shore
Propriety will keep you below
You can see now...
Propriety

Slip Your Skin (David Holmes)
(written by David Holmes, Phil Mossman, Darren Morris, Bobby Gillespie, Lord Buckley)

_
Bobby Gillespie:
You are like the sun, you're burning blind
I can see the magic in your eyes
I'm blown away ... wind
No sense of gravity I spin
Bobby Gillespie & Martina:
Slip, slip, slip your skin
Feed, feed, feed your sin
Give it, give it, give it ... penetrate
Bobby Gillespie:
I'm a fiend for fire, you can't stop me
Blind your eyes, ... to make a body
... hand...
Skinny cat, copy funk (?)
Bobby Gillespie & Martina:
Slip, slip, slip your skin
Feed, feed, feed your sin
Give it, give it, give it ... penetrate
voice:
He was a ... clean, this motherswingin (?) ...
Bobby Gillespie:
You are like the sun, you're burning blind
I can see the magic in your eyes
I'm blown away ... wind
No sense of gravity I spin
Bobby Gillespie & Martina:
Slip, slip, slip your skin
Feed, feed, feed your sin
Give it, give it, give it ... penetrate
voice:
He was a ... clean, this motherswingin (?) ...
Bobby Gillespie:
Give it, give it, give it
(repeated)
No one, you and me
We see colours they can't see
There's no one here, just you and me
We see colours they can't see
There's no one here, just you and me
We see colours they can't see
Bobby Gillespie & Martina:
Slip, slip, slip your skin
Feed, feed, feed your sin
Slip, slip, slip your skin
Feed, feed, feed your sin
Give it, give it give it
Slip, slip, slip your skin
Feed, feed, feed your sin
Give it, give it, give it...
Martina:
Slip, slip, slip your skin
(repeat)

Zero Tolerance (David Holmes)
(written by David Holmes, Phil Mossman, Darren Morris, Martina Topley-Bird)

_
Martina:
Hmmm...
I saw you
Across the ice
We skate together
Across the water
Daddy, daddy
Won't you try
I'm so alone
This obsession cannot be mine
I don't wanna be
A rock star
I don't wanna be
Your singing song (?)
(I can't believe)
I can't believe
(You can't feel)
You can't feel
(What I feel)
What I feel
(Or what I ... you)
Or what I ... you
(x2)
I saw you and (?) all your faces
You took me to so many different places
It was enough
To be decided
Where's the fun
When you're gonna hide it
I never struggle in my arms
I never love in the dark
I don't wanna be
A rock star
I don't wanna be
Your singing song
(I can't believe)
I can't believe
(You can't feel)
You can't feel
(What I feel)
What I feel
(Or what I ... you)
Or what I ... you
(x3)
I saw you (I saw you)
Across the ice (across the ice)
We skate together (we skate together)
Across the water (across the water)
Daddy, daddy (Daddy, daddy)
Won't you try (won't you try)
I'm so alone (I'm so alone)
This obsession cannot be mine (can't be mine)
I don't wanna be
A rock star
I don't wanna be
Your singing song
(I can't believe)
I can't believe
(You can't feel)
You can't feel
(What I feel)
What I feel
(Or what I ... you)
Or what I ... you
(repeated)

		*Warzone (Puracane)* (written by Ali Rogers & David Biegel)
		_ Martina: Hm, hm, hm, hm da, da, hm, da... Ali Rogers: I can feel it on the inside Even now Would you like to forget it I can see you at the window Upside down And break (?) Martina: I was stinging on the inside Even now But you still don't get it I was screaming underwater All our lifes should end You can't watch again, So you broke your camera Thrown into the sea (2x) Hm, hm, hm, hm da, da, hm, da... Ali Rogers: I was stinging on the inside Even now But you still don't get it I was screaming underwater All our lifes should end All played a part Closed the door And my silence All traitors are I'm a slut, you're a kid Martina: You can't watch again, So you broke your camera Thrown into the sea (2x) Hm, hm, hm, hm da, da, hm, da... Ali Rogers: Dirty piece of meat And where's the pain (?) All itself is sanity All itself is sanity All itself and everything Martina: I was washing up (?) my fingers 'Til they bled But I'm still not ready Ali Rogers: You can help me take the skin off With your teeth and nails Martina: I was stinging on the inside Even now Ali Rogers: But you still don't get it Martina: I was screaming underwater All our lifes should end Ali Rogers: All played a part Closed the doors And my silence All traitors are I'm a slut, you're a kid Martina: Hm, hm, hm, hm da, da, hm, da...

		*I Only Have Eyes For You* (written by Harry Warren and Al Dublin, 1934)
		_ Martina: My love must be a kind of blind love I can't see anyone but you Are the stars out tonight I don't know if it's cloudy or bright I Only Have Eyes For You, dear The moon maybe high But I can't see a thing in the sky I Only Have Eyes For You I don't know if we're in a garden Or on a crowded avenue You are here (You are here) So am I (So am I) Maybe millions of people go by But they all disappear from view And I Only Have Eyes For You

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		*Coattails Of A Dead Man (Primus)* (lyrics by Les Claypool, music by Primus)
		_ Tom Waits: One, two, three Les Claypool: He wasn't looking for fanfare or fame But it all cam around just the same He then met a girl with desire in her eye He gave her love, she took his name Martina (background all the time): Ooohhh, aaahhh..... Les Claypool: The times they were good, the times they were bad Most times it was just in between The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had She put on display for all to be seen Some find their solace in work or the lord She was quite content in her dream When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light He found comfort in the bottle of Ol'Jimmy Beam One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole He reached out for something' to feel She offered back bothin' but lack of respect So he let himself out with two barrels of steel She cried in the day she cried in the night She cried loudest when someone was near Weather crying for him or she cried for himself The bigger the camera the bigger the tear Most folks agree she was living a hell and publicly she showed her pain And never once she was there a thought for herself And the ever growing slices of fortune and fame Les Claypool & Tom Waits & Martina: Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high (repeated all over) Martina (background): La la la la....

		*Dirty Drowning Man (Primus)* (lyrics by Les Claypool, music by Primus)
		_ Les Claypool: I'm a dog A dirty flying dog I drink Campari With marinated wild hog I've no sense I lick electric fence I put barbed wire in my pants And do a celtic dance But when I can I am a giving man I'll flip you out the fire And back up into the frying pan And if you're down Lookin like you're gonna dornw Of all your friedns I'm the one Who's most apt to stick around I'm a drowning man Who will save this drowning man Who will save this drowning man Who will save this Dirty drowning man You're so fine So bright and shiney fine And I'm so proud to say That you inj fact are a frine dof mine And doubly pleased With crooked wobbly knees i drive on in and backstroke right Across these seas of cheese But on the times When I'm not such a giving man Please flip me out the fire And back up into the frying pan And if you're down Lookin like you're gonna drown Of all your friedns I'm the one Who's most apt to stick around I'm a drowning man Who will save this drowning man Who will save this drowning man Who will save this Dirty drowning man Martina: Ooohh, aaahh... Les Claypool & Martina: I'm a dog A dirty flying dog I drink Campari With marinated wild hog I've no sense I lick electric fence I put barbed wire in my pants And do a celtic dance Les Claypool: But when I can I am a giving man I'll flip you out the fire And back up into the frying pan And if you're down Lookin like you're gonna drown Of all your friends I'm the one Who's most apt to stick around Les Clayppool & Martina: I'm a drowning man Who will save this drowning man Who will save this drowning man Who will save this Dirty drowning man Martina: Aaoohh, aaaooohh... Les Clayppool: And if you're down Lookin like you're gonna drown Of all your friedns I'm the one Who's most apt to stick around I'm a drowning man Who will save this drowning man Who will save this drowning man Who will save this Dirty drowning man Martina: Aaoohh, aaaooohh...

		*Outrun* (written by David Holmes, Paul Mossman, Darren Morris, Martina Topley-Bird))
		_ Martina: In you and I A crackled glace forever My father's eye He was up in the dark Your clever tongue Covers me in whispers I struggle now With a dawn, with a light The glace of your eye In the room is a shiver You put your winter inside It's home, no place to deliver A part in ... becomes a part in time And I can say, yeah I'd like to go Don't take it back So I can tell you so (?) And I can say I'd like to go Don't hold along (?) In a strong home (?) I alone .. my head like a fly (?) I think there's a guilty Reborn in this world Its smiling ear ties me by noon ... soon And I can say, yeah I'd like to go Don't take it back So I can tell you so (?) And I can say I'd like to go Don't hold along (?) In a strong home (?) (whispered lines) You can take me to let you know You can see now beyond what is on shore You can take me to let you got to know You can now see me and what is on my shore And I can say, yeah I'd like to go Don't take it back So I can tell you so (?) And I can say I'd like to go Don't hold along (?) In a strong home (?) And I can say, yeah I'd like to go To show you what you wanna see .... on shore (repeated with other lines) Hmmmm.... You should take me to let you know You can see now what is on shore Propriety will keep you below You can see now... Propriety

		*Slip Your Skin (David Holmes)* (written by David Holmes, Phil Mossman, Darren Morris, Bobby Gillespie, Lord Buckley)
		_ Bobby Gillespie: You are like the sun, you're burning blind I can see the magic in your eyes I'm blown away ... wind No sense of gravity I spin Bobby Gillespie & Martina: Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Give it, give it, give it ... penetrate Bobby Gillespie: I'm a fiend for fire, you can't stop me Blind your eyes, ... to make a body ... hand... Skinny cat, copy funk (?) Bobby Gillespie & Martina: Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Give it, give it, give it ... penetrate voice: He was a ... clean, this motherswingin (?) ... Bobby Gillespie: You are like the sun, you're burning blind I can see the magic in your eyes I'm blown away ... wind No sense of gravity I spin Bobby Gillespie & Martina: Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Give it, give it, give it ... penetrate voice: He was a ... clean, this motherswingin (?) ... Bobby Gillespie: Give it, give it, give it (repeated) No one, you and me We see colours they can't see There's no one here, just you and me We see colours they can't see There's no one here, just you and me We see colours they can't see Bobby Gillespie & Martina: Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Give it, give it give it Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Give it, give it, give it... Martina: Slip, slip, slip your skin (repeat)

		*Zero Tolerance (David Holmes)* (written by David Holmes, Phil Mossman, Darren Morris, Martina Topley-Bird)
		_ Martina: Hmmm... I saw you Across the ice We skate together Across the water Daddy, daddy Won't you try I'm so alone This obsession cannot be mine I don't wanna be A rock star I don't wanna be Your singing song (?) (I can't believe) I can't believe (You can't feel) You can't feel (What I feel) What I feel (Or what I ... you) Or what I ... you (x2) I saw you and (?) all your faces You took me to so many different places It was enough To be decided Where's the fun When you're gonna hide it I never struggle in my arms I never love in the dark I don't wanna be A rock star I don't wanna be Your singing song (I can't believe) I can't believe (You can't feel) You can't feel (What I feel) What I feel (Or what I ... you) Or what I ... you (x3) I saw you (I saw you) Across the ice (across the ice) We skate together (we skate together) Across the water (across the water) Daddy, daddy (Daddy, daddy) Won't you try (won't you try) I'm so alone (I'm so alone) This obsession cannot be mine (can't be mine) I don't wanna be A rock star I don't wanna be Your singing song (I can't believe) I can't believe (You can't feel) You can't feel (What I feel) What I feel (Or what I ... you) Or what I ... you (repeated)