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)
   
   
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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)
   
   
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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)
   
   
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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)
   
   
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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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