The La La Bird

by We Died at Sea

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released 01 February 2014

Chris Wallum - Voice, Guitar
Rob Bromley - Violin, Voice
Felipe Petry - Double Bass, Voice
Fran Watson - Percussion, Kazoo, Voice

All songs written by C.D. Wallum except Memphis Flu (written by Elder Curry)
Recorded by Mr. Benjamin William Pike

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Track Name: The La La Bird
You're gonna dance
You're gonna dance with The Devil
You invited through the door
You're gonna sing
You're gonna sing them songs
That you ought'nt never to've learned

You're gonna die
Lord you gotta die sometime
It might as well be now
'Cos when the man
When the man rolls up
Then it's penitentiary bound

And I said that it's one for The Devil
Lord and it's two for the show
And it's sixteen years of hard labour
You work your fingers to the bone

And I was lost
I was lost in the north
Where the cold wind sleet and snow
There ain't no telling
There ain't no telling how much
Further I may go

You're gonna die
Lord you gotta die sometime
It might as well be now
'Cos when the man
When the man rolls up
Then it's penitentiary bound
Track Name: Minute Rag
Baby put your going out dress on
We won't even make it through the door
Baby put you're staying in dress on
I don't want you going out no more

Well I'm going downtown with my head in my hand
And I'm looking for a woman ain't got no man
Baby put your going out dress on
Won't even make it through the door

I am saved
Lord I'm saved
Well I ain't got no good religion
But I've got plenty of faith
So baby, I don't want you going out no more

Well I'm going downtown with my head in my hand
And I'm looking for a woman need a worried man
Baby put your going out dress on
Won't even make it through the door, I mean
Make it through the door, I really mean
Make it through the door
Track Name: Ten of Spades
I go walking down by the riverside
And down past the poplar trees
When I'm stepping out with Miss Louise
So give me that good old fashion Morphine
Give me your good company
And give me your lily-white hand honey bee

Darktown Shorty carries a 45
Under his trench coat sleeve
And I keep hearing that he ain't too happy with me
So give me that old fashion whiskey
Give me your sweet modesty
And give me all of your misplaced sympathy

So much time I've been a' losing
Fucking around substance abusing
That even my dreams are bland

Razor blade and a ten of spades
And I'm down on my luck again
But Louise'll come through when she finishes at half past ten
To give me that good old fashion Morphine
Give me your good company
And give me your lily-white hand honey bee

So much time I've been a' wasting
Trying to keep these two hands from shaking
And even in dreams I've had
And it gets cheaper by the hour
This old cocaine tastes kinda sour
But nothing seems quite that bad
No nothing seems quite that bad
Track Name: Memphis Flu
Nineteen hundred twenty nine
Pretty women, men are dying
Call a nurse, call a doctor, call a priest
The Memphis Flu is at your door
And it will surely kill the rich and poor
If we don't turn away from our shame

Hospital I lie
And I know I'll surely die
And I don't want to die
The Memphis Flu is at your door
And it will surely kill the rich and poor
If we don't turn away from our shame

Nurse came to my bed
And she dropped my medicine
Told my partner, "Hey Johnny! Go get him some more!"
The Memphis Flu is at your door
And it will surely kill the rich and poor
If we don't turn away from our shame

Hospital I lie
And I know I'll surely die
And I don't want to die
The Memphis Flu is at your door
And it will surely kill the rich and poor
If we don't turn away from our shame