Plastic People
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Plastic People
01:27
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Shake It Up!
02:03
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You're holding the smoking gun
You can't get up off the floor
I knew that you'd lost the touch
To orchestrate your last big score
Shake it up, rip it up
Take it out, shake it up
Baby I'm not surprised
I knew it would come to this
When you've got nothing left
I know that you can't resist
Shake it up, rip it up
Take it out, shake it up
Just like a lightening rod
Balanced on a house of cards
Dancing on an oil slick
Do a rhumba on Cuban rum
Shake it up, rip it up
Take it out, shake it up
Shake it up!
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Time Time Time
02:05
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Drinking all night
Got into a fight
But he had it coming
Since the day he learned to talk
I've got time time time
Time time time
Getting into trouble
'Cause of too much time on my hands
I try to do something
Constructive or good
But everything I do
Winds up misunderstood
I've got time time time
Time time time
Getting into trouble
'Cause of too much time on my hands
Since my girl left me
I've got time to kill
But I'm spending too much
Just trying to get my thrills
I've got time time time
Time time time
Getting into trouble
'Cause of too much time on my hands
Night time, day time
Coffee and wine
Everywhere I look
I've got too much time
Sooner or later
Time's gonna run out
Then I'll have nothing
To complain about
I've got time time time
Time time time
Getting into trouble
'Cause of too much time on my hands
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4. |
Combination Special
02:33
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A little bit of this and a little bit of that
Mix it all together till it's sweet and sour
Little bit of good and a little bit of bad
Little bit of getting and a little bit of had
Got to take it all
With the ticking of the time bomb clock
Combination special
Gotta get it while it's hot
Take it easy baby we've still got time
To wash it all down with some cheap red wine
Got to take it all
With the ticking of the time bomb clock
Combination special
Got to get it while it's hot
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5. |
Spin It Out
02:00
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You've got to spin it out
You've got to tell me what it's all about
You've got to spin it right off the road
Kick up the dust and flip it over
Put it right in your face
Put you in your place
Turn on and baby don't look back
Before you give yourself a little heart attack
You've got to spin it out
You've got to tell me what it's all about
You can't have my guts for garters
If I haven't got the guts
You can't end before you start
The pretend to be a glut
I feel like Steve McQueen
Acting seventeen
Surrounded by the blob
and the disbelieving mob
You've got to spin it out
You've got to teel me what it's all about
Put it right into space
Find a brand new place
Turn on and baby don't look back
Before you give yourself
A little heart attack
You've got to spin it out
You've got to tell me what it's all about
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6. |
It's
01:59
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Who have you been fooling
All this time
I guess I know the answer - it's me
Who was deaf dumb and almost blind
I can see enough to see - it's me
But I know, yes I know
That it's also you
And your bitches' brew
Who's the shoo fly
Caught in the web
Poisoned by the spider - it's me
Who couldn't read the lines
Between what was said
Might as well have been deaf - it's me
But I know, yes I know
That it's also you
So 1,2,3,4 - you want some more?
I'm gonna give it to you!
I know, yes I know
That it's also you, and me
That's the end of my story
You and me
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7. |
I've Got A Gig
02:43
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Train Train Train
01:53
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It looks like this is our seat
Sit it down and hold on fast
Gonna open up a bottle
And it ain't gonna be my last
When the wind starts blowing
Going to rock this train
You'll think you're drinking salt water
And going insane
Rain beating down on the window pane
You think you're going of the rails
But you're only in a train
And it's gonna be a long night
Hold on tight when you
Try to read your number under little red lights
Looks like this is our seat
So we'd better order up some beer
It's going to be a long journey in the night
So let me whisper in your ear
I ain't got nothing to do or nothing to say
You can take it how you like
Any old way
Just don't wake me up
Till we hit that station
'Cause this train ain't gonna
Rock us into relaxation
And I plan to drink myself into slumber
With a last minute trying to
Figure out my number
It looks like this is our place
Looks like a funny look on your face
Was it not what you were expecting
Something not to your taste
'Cause when you hand in your ticket
And you pass on through
You catch a glimpse in the morror
Looking back at you
And it's not a pretty picture
Seems to show the years
When you speak your voice
Ain't music to the ears
We're all on the same train
Feeling the same pain
In the same frame of mind
Just passing time
Train train train
Keeps roling all night long...
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9. |
Mandarin Duck
02:04
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10. |
Burn
03:25
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You should have been a cloud
Because you cry all the time
You did your best
To put out my fire
But I can still
Burn down your whole world
You had me down to coals
Smoking badly
But now your tears are petrol
The more they fall
The more my flames will get you
So burn baby burn
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11. |
Bangkok Happy Hour
03:21
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Woke up this morning
And everything was wrong
My head felt just a Eurovision song
Didn't know if I was facing north or south
Fried fish in my pocket
And a kitten in my mouth
Felt like a street dog
Eating gravy and dirt
Going bus break crazy
With rain for dessert
I've got the Bangkok Blues
Rum and coconut juice
I think I'd better drink
Before the city sinks
Soaked to my shoes but dry inside
Motorpsycho nightmare it's a hell of a ride
Dodging through the traffic
Down the slippery slope
Get me to the bar before you get me broke
I've got the Bangkok blues
Rum and coconut juice
I think I'd better drink
Before this city sinks
TV eye screaming down from the sky
Gimme a drink!
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Plastic Section Melbourne, Australia
Plastic Section play weird rockabilly, wild rock n roll and raw rhythm and blues. The band started in Bangkok, Thailand, currently based in Melbourne, Australia.
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