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"Excursion On The Version (Beats International)" by Fatboy Slim, which consists of 8 songs.
Change Your Mind
When it comes to affairs of the state,
You know we'll always be violent when you dictate.
Still they tell me everything is white,
When it's as clear as a bell it's black.
Still they tell me its best to pat,
I wanna slap.
And every minute I'm trying to change your mind.
When it comes to affairs of the purse,
Yesterday my radio came alive,
All those songs seemed to be written about my life.
Hearing "Ain't No Sunshine" makes me cry,
"The Whole Worlds Down On Me" &
"For The Good Times".
Come home and put the string back in my bow.
Come home for I have seeds I want to sow.
Forgive me that this song is not sung by me,
King Tubby died today,
Struck down by a careless cliche.
The Hitman had to say it was an error,
He was aiming for the airplay.
Is there hope, in being ahead of our time?
Brother can you spare me a bassline?
How come you've got pre-pubescents fainting,
When Van Gogh died before he sold a painting.
Eyes On The Prize
So much goodness has grown in our lifetime,
They've been making history.
Across the ocean my brothers have built this,
But it means little to me.
I'm still "Invisible Man".
In my own land I hardly exist.
So let the freedom train ride again,
Through joy & pain.
Promote the pacifist.
Love Is Green
When he told me that I ought to come back home,
And when he told me that he was tired of being
Now all these years have passed,
The music has always held my hand.
We'll ride the back up train forever,
With this saint-like man.
No More Mr. Nice Guy
I feel like having a great big party,
That'll last until the day I grow old.
Or pretending I've lost my marbles,
So I never have to do what I'm told.
Now I'm a few pews short of a church, my friend.
But you know we all go in the end.
But in the meantime, I feel fine.
So after all this time,
Don't you ever come around my house again.
Ten Long Years
My baby, she insylts all my friends,
This lady, with islands to defend.
My baby, she rules our house with force,
She plagues me, I wish I could divorce.
Playing football with my feelings,
Making mince-meat of my friends.
Divorce is far too good for you,
It's death that us must part, Honey,
Oh for these ten long years to end.
The Sun Doesn't Shine
Seven in the morning & it's almost getting light
The devil knows a darkness like the way I felt last
And everybody tells me that it's wrong,
But no-one knows the way to make me strong.
If someone's going to save me,
Make it soon & make it right.
But I say who?
(Now the sun doesn't shine)
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