All Night Long

by The Homeball

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1.
Bobby 03:51
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I wanna to soothe you Make you feel just right Gonna shame and move you I'm working through the night, girl Bobby, Bobby, Bob Bob, Bobby Making Sweet love, Bob, Bobby Bobby, Bobby, Bob Bob, Bobby Bobby all night long We'll have a good time And I can see you're keen But you'll need to wash first If I'm eating down there the plate better be clean Bobby, Bobby, Bob Bob, Bobby Making Sweet love, Bob, Bobby Bobby, Bobby, Bob Bob, Bobby Bobby all night long If you want to holler And if you want to sing If you want full satisfaction Let Bobby do his thing I've got a question That I need to ask Have you got my money? You know I hate to ask and I'm not being rude But you're messing me around and it's just not funny Bobby, Bobby, Bob Bob, Bobby Making Sweet love, Bob, Bobby Bobby, Bobby, Bob Bob, Bobby Bobby all night Bobby, Bobby, Bob Bob, Bobby Making Sweet love, Bob, Bobby Bobby, Bobby, Bob Bob, Bobby Bobby all night Make you feel right Bobby all night long
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I Was Born On A Fireball 02:37
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Blinding light, immense explosion Debris shot out making space, time and life Gentle cooling across millennia All existence on the edge of a knife The planets keep on moving faster and further away I was born in a fireball, baby Born from, and shall return to, fire Molten core, corrupt exterior Liquid death is boiling inside a shell Through the cracks, secretion sinister Leaking out creates a vision of hell Tectonic plates keep moving onwards and making more holes I was born in a fireball, baby All known life is sustained by fire And if you try to get away to worlds less hostile than this The distances are far too great, to leave means to cease to exist No escape, no solution Precarious grip on an unfriendly host Mortal peril around every corner World set on making you a smouldering ghost This balance will not last much longer, we'll freeze or we'll burn I was born in a fireball, baby The end will come in balls of I was born in a fireball, baby
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Signs Of Heat 05:02
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A series of incidents have been recorded at the compound Our team has been assigned to investigate As we approach, there is an unmistakable sense of foreboding I instruct the team to mask-up and make sure they are protected from any possible contamination Something has happened here There are signs... There are signs of heat A firm and chilling breeze pushes leaves along the pathway Our team sets up monitoring equipment and data recorders We appear to be the only people here It is eerily quiet, though we feel we are being watched A sound is observed originating from the courtyard There are signs... There are signs of heat On the third floor our investigation leads us to an empty kitchen The remains of a half-eaten meal suggest a panicked evacuation Where have they gone? The smell of terror hangs thick in the air There is no life There are only... Signs of heat Signs... of heat Thin slivers of light pierce through a broken window There are no traces of life There are clues There are no people There are only... Signs of heat Signs... of heat A broken chair lies amongst scattered toys near the playground Whoever was here brought nothing with them They left everything behind, everything It is as if they vanished into thin air They left no clues, no tracks All we can find are... Signs... of heat
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Never Forget 04:57
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1982 04:25
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Did you ever get that feeling that everything's the same And sometimes you might think that you're a pawn in someone's game No matter what you try to do you're stuck in the same space And every new direction brings you back to the same place I'm feeling oh so low, now, don't know what I can do Cos every day I wake up back in 1982 I woke up one morning felling something's not quite right Wasn't in the same year that I fell asleep last night Looking all around me I knew everything was wrong I'm a traveller from the future in a time I don't belong I tell you I'm so down, babe, I don't know what to do And every day I wake up back in 1982 Got a history of the future that's written in my head I've got a memory of the past that I ain't lived through yet And if I try to get away I know what lies in store Tomorrow's just another day that I have seen before It's really got me down. girl, babe, I swear I'm telling you Cos every day I wake up feeling like this I wake up feeling caged up as a prisoner of the past Crazy thoughts are in my head don't know if I can last I'll never get the chance to undo the things that I regret And back to the future ain't even come out yet I don't know what's going on, now, I haven't got a clue Why every day I wake up back in 1982 It must have been a year ago, I saw what was going on Waking with the strangest of vibrations every dawn I can't explain the reasons why things are stuck this way I've got no explanations, girl, I've got nothing to say Been stuck here for so long, now, don't know what's left to do And every day I wake up back in 1982 And it's giving me the blues
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Different Times 04:46
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It all started in an attic with ff... ff... those Kennedy lads It was rubbish but, sure, we thought we'd have another crack at it Then, legging it out of the Turk's gaff with Wassie and Ryaner after eh... you know yourself We thought it was banjaxed but, sure, didn't he have a harmonica That damp lad, the head-the-ball, whacking an iron bar off the wall Or your man, what's his name, Joshua, getting it in the throat after the bleeding gong solo Nobody likes a bass surprise but the wizard came along with Big Ken in all the smoke It was rapid, it was... no, it was alright Those young ones in the Baggot Inn, they weren't happy at all but, sure, Ryaner was out of his box and at least he enjoyed it, wha? But, going into the studio, you know, to the thing, it was good craic for 30 pound Those lads, they didn't know what was going on, you know, but it was alright, you know Doing the thing on accordion with Jono and the young weasel getting on the radio, you know, it was all good craic but, sure, Marto disappeared after the first Mammoth yoke and it would never have worked with Shortbread, never At least Swag got a tape out of it, you know, bleeding mono and all that They were good times, good times They were different times When Marto came back ans we went back tot the Attic, it should have been a laugh but, jaysus The lad can't feel his hands, bad haircuts and Wassie heading out early with Ryaner after him, you know It wasn't craic at all And then Diamond Dave, it turned to shite so it did Bad times Dilly and Little Mal bailed us out and it was a bit of craic, which was good, after the last thing but it wasn't the same, it wasn't the same Wassie came back and we did the yoke and it was decent, you know, things were looking good, things were looking rosy And the thing with the Macedonians, that was good The last yoke with Little Mal, though, it wasn't great The magic wasn't there, you know, times were changing, so they were I suppose it's like dignity, you know, once it's gone you never actually, you never get it back, you know And we never got it back Bollix
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The Doorway To International Mystery Meats 03:45
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Ouroborosian 05:27
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I travel slowly through time I appear sequentially I often don't start too late I manifest in new space I reject all known theories I, I only wear gold chains
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The Ballad Of Kilbanistan 05:46
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With dreams we sailed far across the sea To Italia in 1990 They stood and took their place among the greats But time moves on and our dreams have died Against Liechtenstein even grown men cried In Saipan we threw soil upon the grave Glenn, you're no Ronnie Kilbane, you're no Stan We're just glad that yous won't embarrass the nation Like the last group in Saipan Yes we're glad that yous won't bring shame to the childer Like the last group in Saipan Well it's been ten year or maybe more Since the nation danced as O'Leary scored Those days we'll never see the likes again The cruellest blow felt across the land Was the cheating touch of a Frenchman's hand A callous, cold betrayal by a friend Glenn, you're no Ronnie Kilbane, you're no Stan We're just glad that yous won't embarrass the nation Like the last group in Saipan Yes we're glad that yous won't bring shame to the childer Like the last group in Saipan 'cos Glenn, you're no Ronnie Kilbane, you're no Stan
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Terminus Aquaticus 04:38
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Recorded in Debt Valley, Tipperary, Ireland, with due reverence to the C90 Reinheitsgebot of 1974

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released April 10, 2023

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