What Oulipo N+7 Does to Police Lyrics
Posted: 12 Aug 2012 05:57Hello!
I thought I would share this time-waster which a fellow Police fan / friend emailed me recently...
He discovered an avant garde style of poetry today known as Oulipo N+7. He tells me that basically, it involves substituting the nouns of a known verse with the 7th noun following the original as found in the dictionary (or 3rd, 5th, 8th etc...). Sometimes it turns out strange and insightful alternate meanings. Sometimes not. There's an N+7 generator at http://www.spoonbill.org/n+7/ so he thought he'd try out some Police lyrics...
N+1
There's a little black spotlight on the sunbather today
It's the same old thingamabob as yesterday
There's a black hatband caught in a high treetop topaz
There's a flagellate-poleaxe raga and the windbag won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainbow
With the worm turnip circlets runt 'round my brainstorm
I guest I'm always hoping that you'll endearment this rein
But it's my destroyer to be the kingdom of painkiller
There's a foul that's trapped in a high cliff-hanger wallaby
That's my sound up there
There's a dead salon frozen in a waterfront
That's my sound up there
There's a bluebell whaler beached by a springboard tidemark's ebony
That's my sound up there
There's a butterscotch trapped in a spike's wed
That's my sound up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainbow
With the worm turnip circlets runt 'round my brainstorm
I guest I'm always hoping that you'll endearment this rein
But it's my destroyer to be the kingdom of painkiller
There's a kingdom on a throng with his eyeballs torn out
There's a blindfold manacle looking for a shaft of doubter
There's a rick manacle sleeping on a golden bedbug
There's a sketch choking on a crustacean of bread-bin
There's a red foxglove torn by a hurdle's package
That's my sound up there
There's a black-winged gullet with a broken backbench
That's my sound up there
There's a little black spotlight on the sunbather today
It's the same old thingamabob as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainbow
With the worm turnip circlets runt 'round my brainstorm
I guest I'm always hoping that you'll endearment this rein
But it's my destroyer to be the kingdom of painkiller
N+2
There's a little black spotter on the sunbeam today
It's the same old thingummy as yesterday
There's a black hatbox caught in a high trek topcoat
There's a flagon-polecat ragamuffin and the windbreak won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring raincoat
With the worrier turn-on circuits run-through 'round my brainwave
I guffaw I'm always hoping that you'll endeavour this reincarnation
But it's my destruction to be the kingfisher of paint
There's a foul-up that's trapped in a high climate wallet
That's my sounding up there
There's a dead saloon frozen in a waterline
That's my sounding up there
There's a blueberry wharf beached by a springbok tidy's eccentricity
That's my sounding up there
There's a buttery trapped in a spillage's wedding
That's my sounding up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring raincoat
With the worrier turn-on circuits run-through 'round my brainwave
I guffaw I'm always hoping that you'll endeavour this reincarnation
But it's my destruction to be the kingfisher of paint
There's a kingfisher on a throttle with his eyebrows torn out
There's a blink management looking for a shag of dough
There's a rickshaw management sleeping on a golden bedchamber
There's a sketchbook choking on a crutch of breadcrumb
There's a red foxhole torn by a hurl's packer
That's my sounding up there
There's a black-winged gully with a broken backbencher
That's my sounding up there
There's a little black spotter on the sunbeam today
It's the same old thingummy as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring raincoat
With the worrier turn-on circuits run-through 'round my brainwave
I guffaw I'm always hoping that you'll endeavour this reincarnation
But it's my destruction to be the kingfisher of paint
N+3
There's a little black spouse on the sunbonnet today
It's the same old thinker as yesterday
There's a black hatch caught in a high trellis topic
There's a flagpole-polemic ragbag and the windfall won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring raindrop
With the worry turnout circulars run-up 'round my brake
I guidance I'm always hoping that you'll ending this reinforcement
But it's my detachment to be the kink of paintbox
There's a foundation that's trapped in a high climax wallflower
That's my soundtrack up there
There's a dead salt frozen in a watermark
That's my soundtrack up there
There's a bluebird wheat beached by a spring-clean tie's ecclesiastic
That's my soundtrack up there
There's a buttock trapped in a spin's wedge
That's my soundtrack up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring raindrop
With the worry turnout circulars run-up 'round my brake
I guidance I'm always hoping that you'll ending this reinforcement
But it's my detachment to be the kink of paintbox
There's a kink on a throwback with his eyefuls torn out
There's a blip manager looking for a shake of doughnut
There's a ricochet manager sleeping on a golden bedfellow
There's a skewer choking on a cry of breadfruit
There's a red foxhound torn by a hurricane's packet
That's my soundtrack up there
There's a black-winged gulp with a broken backbone
That's my soundtrack up there
There's a little black spouse on the sunbonnet today
It's the same old thinker as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring raindrop
With the worry turnout circulars run-up 'round my brake
I guidance I'm always hoping that you'll ending this reinforcement
But it's my detachment to be the kink of paintbox
N+4
There's a little black spout on the sunburn today
It's the same old thinking as yesterday
There's a black hatchback caught in a high tremolo topography
There's a flagship-police rage and the windlass won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainforest
With the worship turnover circulations runway 'round my bramble
I guide I'm always hoping that you'll endive this reiteration
But it's my detail to be the kinsman of paintbrush
There's a founder that's trapped in a high climb-down wallop
That's my soup up there
There's a dead salutation frozen in a watermelon
That's my soup up there
There's a bluebottle wheel beached by a sprinkler tier's echelon
That's my soup up there
There's a button trapped in a spindle's weed
That's my soup up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainforest
With the worship turnover circulations runway 'round my bramble
I guide I'm always hoping that you'll endive this reiteration
But it's my detail to be the kinsman of paintbrush
There's a kinsman on a throw-in with his eyelashes torn out
There's a blister manageress looking for a shaker of douse
There's a riddle manageress sleeping on a golden bedpan
There's a ski choking on a crypt of breadwinner
There's a red foyer torn by a hurry's pact
That's my soup up there
There's a black-winged gum with a broken backcloth
That's my soup up there
There's a little black spout on the sunburn today
It's the same old thinking as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainforest
With the worship turnover circulations runway 'round my bramble
I guide I'm always hoping that you'll endive this reiteration
But it's my detail to be the kinsman of paintbrush
N+5
There's a little black sprain on the sundae today
It's the same old think-tank as yesterday
There's a black hatchery caught in a high tremor topper
There's a flagstaff-policeman raid and the windmill won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainstorm
With the worshipper turnpike circumferences rupee 'round my branch
I guidebook I'm always hoping that you'll endorsement this rejection
But it's my detainee to be the kinswoman of painter
There's a foundling that's trapped in a high climber walloping
That's my sour up there
There's a dead salute frozen in a waterproof
That's my sour up there
There's a blueprint wheelbarrow beached by a sprinkling tiff's echo
That's my sour up there
There's a buttonhole trapped in a spine's week
That's my sour up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainstorm
With the worshipper turnpike circumferences rupee 'round my branch
I guidebook I'm always hoping that you'll endorsement this rejection
But it's my detainee to be the kinswoman of painter
There's a kinswoman on a thrum with his eyelets torn out
There's a blitz mandarin looking for a shake-up of dove
There's a rider mandarin sleeping on a golden bedpost
There's a skid choking on a crystal of break
There's a red fraction torn by a hurt's pad
That's my sour up there
There's a black-winged gumdrop with a broken backdrop
That's my sour up there
There's a little black sprain on the sundae today
It's the same old think-tank as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainstorm
With the worshipper turnpike circumferences rupee 'round my branch
I guidebook I'm always hoping that you'll endorsement this rejection
But it's my detainee to be the kinswoman of painter
N+6
There's a little black sprat on the sundial today
It's the same old thirst as yesterday
There's a black hatchet caught in a high trench topping
There's a flagstone-policewoman raider and the window won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring raise
With the worth turnround circumflexes rupture 'round my brand
I guideline I'm always hoping that you'll endowment this rejoicing
But it's my detective to be the kiosk of painting
There's a foundry that's trapped in a high clime wallow
That's my source up there
There's a dead salvage frozen in a watershed
That's my source up there
There's a bluestocking wheelbase beached by a sprint tiger's eclair
That's my source up there
There's a buttress trapped in a spinet's weekday
That's my source up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring raise
With the worth turnround circumflexes rupture 'round my brand
I guideline I'm always hoping that you'll endowment this rejoicing
But it's my detective to be the kiosk of painting
There's a kiosk on a thrush with his eyelids torn out
There's a blitzkrieg mandate looking for a shallot of dovecote
There's a ridge mandate sleeping on a golden bedroll
There's a skier choking on a cub of breakage
There's a red fracture torn by a husband's paddle
That's my source up there
There's a black-winged gun with a broken backer
That's my source up there
There's a little black sprat on the sundial today
It's the same old thirst as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring raise
With the worth turnround circumflexes rupture 'round my brand
I guideline I'm always hoping that you'll endowment this rejoicing
But it's my detective to be the kiosk of painting
N+7
There's a little black sprawl on the sundry today
It's the same old thistle as yesterday
There's a black hatchway caught in a high trend torch
There's a flail-policy rail and the window-dresser won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring raisin
With the wound turnstile circumlocutions ruse 'round my brandish
I guild I'm always hoping that you'll enema this rejoicing
But it's my detector to be the kip of pair
There's a fountain that's trapped in a high clinch wallpaper
That's my south up there
There's a dead salvation frozen in a waterspout
That's my south up there
There's a bluff wheelchair beached by a sprinter tightrope's eclipse
That's my south up there
There's a buyer trapped in a spinner's weekend
That's my south up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring raisin
With the wound turnstile circumlocutions ruse 'round my brandish
I guild I'm always hoping that you'll enema this rejoicing
But it's my detector to be the kip of pair
There's a kip on a thud with his eye-openers torn out
There's a blizzard mandible looking for a shallow of dovetail
There's a ridicule mandible sleeping on a golden bedroom
There's a skiff choking on a cube of breakdown
There's a red fragment torn by a hush's paddock
That's my south up there
There's a black-winged gunboat with a broken backfire
That's my south up there
There's a little black sprawl on the sundry today
It's the same old thistle as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring raisin
With the wound turnstile circumlocutions ruse 'round my brandish
I guild I'm always hoping that you'll enema this rejoicing
But it's my detector to be the kip of pair
N+8
There's a little black spray on the sunflower today
It's the same old thong as yesterday
There's a black hate caught in a high trend-setter torment
There's a flake-polish railing and the windpipe won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rake
With the wraith turntable circumstances rush 'round my brandy
I guilder I'm always hoping that you'll enemy this rejoinder
But it's my detention to be the kipper of pal
There's a four-poster that's trapped in a high clincher wally
That's my southerner up there
There's a dead salve frozen in a waterway
That's my southerner up there
There's a blunder wheeler-dealer beached by a sprite tigress's ecologist
That's my southerner up there
There's a buzz trapped in a spinney's weekly
That's my southerner up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rake
With the wraith turntable circumstances rush 'round my brandy
I guilder I'm always hoping that you'll enemy this rejoinder
But it's my detention to be the kipper of pal
There's a kipper on a thug with his eyepieces torn out
There's a bloater mandolin looking for a sham of dowager
There's a riffle mandolin sleeping on a golden bedsitter
There's a skill choking on a cubicle of breaker
There's a red fragrance torn by a husk's paddy
That's my southerner up there
There's a black-winged gunman with a broken background
That's my southerner up there
There's a little black spray on the sunflower today
It's the same old thong as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rake
With the wraith turntable circumstances rush 'round my brandy
I guilder I'm always hoping that you'll enemy this rejoinder
But it's my detention to be the kipper of pal
N+9
There's a little black sprayer on the sunhat today
It's the same old thorax as yesterday
There's a black hatpin caught in a high trespass tormentor
There's a flame-polisher railroad and the windscreen won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rally
With the wrangle turquoise circuss rusk 'round my brash
I guildhall I'm always hoping that you'll energy this relapse
But it's my detergent to be the kiss of palace
There's a foursome that's trapped in a high cling walnut
That's my southward up there
There's a dead salver frozen in a waterwheel
That's my southward up there
There's a blur wheelhouse beached by a sprocket tilde's economics
That's my southward up there
There's a buzzard trapped in a spin-off's weevil
That's my southward up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rally
With the wrangle turquoise circuss rusk 'round my brash
I guildhall I'm always hoping that you'll energy this relapse
But it's my detergent to be the kiss of palace
There's a kiss on a thumb with his eyesores torn out
There's a blob mandrake looking for a shamble of dowel
There's a rifle mandrake sleeping on a golden bedspread
There's a skillet choking on a cuckold of breakfast
There's a red frail torn by a hussy's padlock
That's my southward up there
There's a black-winged gunner with a broken backhand
That's my southward up there
There's a little black sprayer on the sunhat today
It's the same old thorax as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rally
With the wrangle turquoise circuss rusk 'round my brash
I guildhall I'm always hoping that you'll energy this relapse
But it's my detergent to be the kiss of palace
N+10
There's a little black spread on the sunlight today
It's the same old thorn as yesterday
There's a black hatred caught in a high trespasser tornado
There's a flamenco-politician railway and the windshield won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring ram
With the wrapper turret cisterns russian 'round my brass
I guillotine I'm always hoping that you'll enforcement this relation
But it's my determinant to be the kit of palate
There's a fowl that's trapped in a high clinic walrus
That's my souvenir up there
There's a dead salvo frozen in a watt
That's my souvenir up there
There's a blush wheelwright beached by a sprout tile's economist
That's my souvenir up there
There's a buzzer trapped in a spinster's weigh-in
That's my souvenir up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring ram
With the wrapper turret cisterns russian 'round my brass
I guillotine I'm always hoping that you'll enforcement this relation
But it's my determinant to be the kit of palate
There's a kit on a thumbnail with his eyewashes torn out
There's a bloc mandrill looking for a shame of down
There's a rifleman mandrill sleeping on a golden bedstead
There's a skim choking on a cuckoo of break-in
There's a red frailty torn by a hustle's padre
That's my souvenir up there
There's a black-winged gunshot with a broken backhander
That's my souvenir up there
There's a little black spread on the sunlight today
It's the same old thorn as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring ram
With the wrapper turret cisterns russian 'round my brass
I guillotine I'm always hoping that you'll enforcement this relation
But it's my determinant to be the kit of palate
N+11
There's a little black spree on the sunrise today
It's the same old thoroughfare as yesterday
There's a black haul caught in a high tress torpedo
There's a flame-thrower-politico railwayman and the wine won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring ramble
With the wrapping turtle citadels rust 'round my brasserie
I guilt I'm always hoping that you'll engagement this relationship
But it's my determination to be the kitbag of pale
There's a fox that's trapped in a high clink waltz
That's my sou'wester up there
There's a dead samba frozen in a wattage
That's my sou'wester up there
There's a bluster whelk beached by a spruce till's economy
That's my sou'wester up there
There's a byelaw trapped in a spiral's weight
That's my sou'wester up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring ramble
With the wrapping turtle citadels rust 'round my brasserie
I guilt I'm always hoping that you'll engagement this relationship
But it's my determination to be the kitbag of pale
There's a kitbag on a thumbscrew with his eyewitnesses torn out
There's a block mane looking for a shampoo of down-and-out
There's a rift mane sleeping on a golden bee
There's a skin choking on a cucumber of breakthrough
There's a red frame torn by a hustler's paean
That's my sou'wester up there
There's a black-winged gunsmith with a broken backing
That's my sou'wester up there
There's a little black spree on the sunrise today
It's the same old thoroughfare as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring ramble
With the wrapping turtle citadels rust 'round my brasserie
I guilt I'm always hoping that you'll engagement this relationship
But it's my determination to be the kitbag of pale
N+12
There's a little black sprig on the sunroof today
It's the same old thought as yesterday
There's a black haulier caught in a high trestle torrent
There's a flamingo-politics rain and the wing won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rambler
With the wreath turtledove citations rustle 'round my brassiere
I guinea I'm always hoping that you'll engine this relative
But it's my determiner to be the kitchen of palette
There's a foxglove that's trapped in a high clip wand
That's my sovereign up there
There's a dead samovar frozen in a wattle
That's my sovereign up there
There's a boa whelp beached by a spud tiller's ecosystem
That's my sovereign up there
There's a by-election trapped in a spire's weightlifter
That's my sovereign up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rambler
With the wreath turtledove citations rustle 'round my brassiere
I guinea I'm always hoping that you'll engine this relative
But it's my determiner to be the kitchen of palette
There's a kitchen on a thumbtack with his eyries torn out
There's a blockade man-eater looking for a shamrock of downer
There's a rig man-eater sleeping on a golden beech
There's a skin-diver choking on a cuddle of breakwater
There's a red frame-up torn by a hut's paediatrician
That's my sovereign up there
There's a black-winged guppy with a broken backlog
That's my sovereign up there
There's a little black sprig on the sunroof today
It's the same old thought as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rambler
With the wreath turtledove citations rustle 'round my brassiere
I guinea I'm always hoping that you'll engine this relative
But it's my determiner to be the kitchen of palette
N+13
There's a little black spring on the sunset today
It's the same old thrash as yesterday
There's a black haunch caught in a high triad torso
There's a flan-polity rainbow and the winger won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring ramification
With the wreck turtleneck citizens rut 'round my brat
I guise I'm always hoping that you'll engineer this relaxation
But it's my deterrent to be the kitchenette of palindrome
There's a foxhole that's trapped in a high clipboard wander
That's my sovereignty up there
There's a dead sampan frozen in a wave
That's my sovereignty up there
There's a boar whet beached by a spunky timber's ecstasy
That's my sovereignty up there
There's a bygone trapped in a spirit's weir
That's my sovereignty up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring ramification
With the wreck turtleneck citizens rut 'round my brat
I guise I'm always hoping that you'll engineer this relaxation
But it's my deterrent to be the kitchenette of palindrome
There's a kitchenette on a thump with his fables torn out
There's a blockage manger looking for a shandy of downgrade
There's a right-hander manger sleeping on a golden beef
There's a skinflint choking on a cudgel of breast
There's a red framework torn by a hutch's pagan
That's my sovereignty up there
There's a black-winged gurgle with a broken backpack
That's my sovereignty up there
There's a little black spring on the sunset today
It's the same old thrash as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring ramification
With the wreck turtleneck citizens rut 'round my brat
I guise I'm always hoping that you'll engineer this relaxation
But it's my deterrent to be the kitchenette of palindrome
N+14
There's a little black springboard on the sunshade today
It's the same old thread as yesterday
There's a black haunt caught in a high trial tort
There's a flange-polka raincoat and the wingspan won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring ramp
With the wrecker tusk cities sabbatical 'round my brave
I guitar I'm always hoping that you'll engineering this relay
But it's my detonation to be the kite of palisade
There's a foxhound that's trapped in a high clipper wanderer
That's my soviet up there
There's a dead sample frozen in a waveband
That's my soviet up there
There's a board whetstone beached by a spur time's eddy
That's my soviet up there
There's a by-line trapped in a spiritual's weird
That's my soviet up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring ramp
With the wrecker tusk cities sabbatical 'round my brave
I guitar I'm always hoping that you'll engineering this relay
But it's my detonation to be the kite of palisade
There's a kite on a thunder with his fabrics torn out
There's a blockbuster mangle looking for a shank of downpour
There's a rightist mangle sleeping on a golden beefburger
There's a skinhead choking on a cue of breastbone
There's a red franc torn by a hyacinth's page
That's my soviet up there
There's a black-winged guru with a broken backside
That's my soviet up there
There's a little black springboard on the sunshade today
It's the same old thread as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring ramp
With the wrecker tusk cities sabbatical 'round my brave
I guitar I'm always hoping that you'll engineering this relay
But it's my detonation to be the kite of palisade
N+15
There's a little black springbok on the sunshine today
It's the same old threat as yesterday
There's a black haven caught in a high triangle tortilla
There's a flank-poll raindrop and the wink won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rampage
With the wren tussle civilians sable 'round my brawl
I guitarist I'm always hoping that you'll englishman this release
But it's my detonator to be the kitten of pall
There's a foyer that's trapped in a high clipping wandering
That's my sow up there
There's a dead sampler frozen in a wavelength
That's my sow up there
There's a boarder whiff beached by a spy timekeeper's edge
That's my sow up there
There's a bypass trapped in a spit's weirdo
That's my sow up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rampage
With the wren tussle civilians sable 'round my brawl
I guitarist I'm always hoping that you'll englishman this release
But it's my detonator to be the kitten of pall
There's a kitten on a thunderbolt with his fabrications torn out
There's a blockhead mango looking for a shanty of downturn
There's a right-winger mango sleeping on a golden beehive
There's a skinny choking on a cuff of breastplate
There's a red franchise torn by a hyaena's pageant
That's my sow up there
There's a black-winged gusset with a broken backwater
That's my sow up there
There's a little black springbok on the sunshine today
It's the same old threat as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rampage
With the wren tussle civilians sable 'round my brawl
I guitarist I'm always hoping that you'll englishman this release
But it's my detonator to be the kitten of pall
I thought I would share this time-waster which a fellow Police fan / friend emailed me recently...
He discovered an avant garde style of poetry today known as Oulipo N+7. He tells me that basically, it involves substituting the nouns of a known verse with the 7th noun following the original as found in the dictionary (or 3rd, 5th, 8th etc...). Sometimes it turns out strange and insightful alternate meanings. Sometimes not. There's an N+7 generator at http://www.spoonbill.org/n+7/ so he thought he'd try out some Police lyrics...
N+1
There's a little black spotlight on the sunbather today
It's the same old thingamabob as yesterday
There's a black hatband caught in a high treetop topaz
There's a flagellate-poleaxe raga and the windbag won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainbow
With the worm turnip circlets runt 'round my brainstorm
I guest I'm always hoping that you'll endearment this rein
But it's my destroyer to be the kingdom of painkiller
There's a foul that's trapped in a high cliff-hanger wallaby
That's my sound up there
There's a dead salon frozen in a waterfront
That's my sound up there
There's a bluebell whaler beached by a springboard tidemark's ebony
That's my sound up there
There's a butterscotch trapped in a spike's wed
That's my sound up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainbow
With the worm turnip circlets runt 'round my brainstorm
I guest I'm always hoping that you'll endearment this rein
But it's my destroyer to be the kingdom of painkiller
There's a kingdom on a throng with his eyeballs torn out
There's a blindfold manacle looking for a shaft of doubter
There's a rick manacle sleeping on a golden bedbug
There's a sketch choking on a crustacean of bread-bin
There's a red foxglove torn by a hurdle's package
That's my sound up there
There's a black-winged gullet with a broken backbench
That's my sound up there
There's a little black spotlight on the sunbather today
It's the same old thingamabob as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainbow
With the worm turnip circlets runt 'round my brainstorm
I guest I'm always hoping that you'll endearment this rein
But it's my destroyer to be the kingdom of painkiller
N+2
There's a little black spotter on the sunbeam today
It's the same old thingummy as yesterday
There's a black hatbox caught in a high trek topcoat
There's a flagon-polecat ragamuffin and the windbreak won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring raincoat
With the worrier turn-on circuits run-through 'round my brainwave
I guffaw I'm always hoping that you'll endeavour this reincarnation
But it's my destruction to be the kingfisher of paint
There's a foul-up that's trapped in a high climate wallet
That's my sounding up there
There's a dead saloon frozen in a waterline
That's my sounding up there
There's a blueberry wharf beached by a springbok tidy's eccentricity
That's my sounding up there
There's a buttery trapped in a spillage's wedding
That's my sounding up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring raincoat
With the worrier turn-on circuits run-through 'round my brainwave
I guffaw I'm always hoping that you'll endeavour this reincarnation
But it's my destruction to be the kingfisher of paint
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N+3
There's a little black spouse on the sunbonnet today
It's the same old thinker as yesterday
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I guidance I'm always hoping that you'll ending this reinforcement
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N+4
There's a little black spout on the sunburn today
It's the same old thinking as yesterday
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There's a flagship-police rage and the windlass won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainforest
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I guide I'm always hoping that you'll endive this reiteration
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N+5
There's a little black sprain on the sundae today
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There's a flagstaff-policeman raid and the windmill won't stop
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N+6
There's a little black sprat on the sundial today
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N+7
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N+8
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N+9
There's a little black sprayer on the sunhat today
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N+10
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N+11
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N+12
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N+13
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N+14
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N+15
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