crone squirms upon a cushion
Made from madras silk and satin
Her steel eyes hold a scimitar passion
For the skull hewn in Scarlatti fashion.
A cobra seer »
Salamanda Palaganda
On T.V.
by Marc Bolan
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Portez du madras et des cheveux longs.
Aimez les Beatles et même Ursula.
Ayez l'air de filles étant des garçons.
Dansez chez les grecs. La valse, »
Le Madras
Raconte une Histoire
by Michel Sardou
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Racist dreams you should not have
No excuse to be so callous
Dress yourself in bleeding madras
Charm your way across the Khyber pass
Stay awake »
M79
Vampire Weekend
by Vampire Weekend
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a tall thin girl.
Big boy Doane, he's a drummer.
Don't play no tambourine
But he's madras hot on the bongo trot,
If you know just what I mean. »
Like a Tall Thin Girl
Catfish Rising
by Jethro Tull
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the "help preserve 'em, don't deserve 'em, try and serve 'em, love 'em all" blues.
Well, have you ever seen a madras monkey
Have you ever seen an orlon »
Attila's Blues
Road Food
by The Guess Who
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dance, dance tonight.
Make you dance tonight.
After spending fifteen hours in our tour buss,
After we've been sleeping on some madras on the floor. »
Working Class Radio
You Can't Keep a Good Band Down
by Randy
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have the courage to save him.
It's a puppy. It's man's best friend."
"Trains come through here every few minutes."
Said a man wearing madras pants. »
Waiting for the 'B' Train
Please Don't Make Me Too Happy
by Christine Lavin
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in Meat Madras
With blotting pads as bait
Don' t converse with shrimps of higher class
About the church and state
I'd play hoop-la with Saturn's »
10 Don'ts for Honeymooners
Chaps
by The Monochrome Set
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About noonish, I woke up to the music
Blaring outta the clock I inherited from pops
After snooze is hit twice or trice
I climb off of this madras »
Makes the Sun Come Out
Sad Clown Bad Fall No. 10
by Atmosphere
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the madras still in the kitchen smokes a twenty-deck fags
Body bags come back on planes from war torn Iraq
It's the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath
Baby »
Pacemaker
Panic Prevention
by Jamie T.
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wheel spoke:
The Bombay army's no joke.
On the top of a Naracan Dam
Started our picnic then Bam!
My Devi ‘n me had to scram:
Quick, down to madras »
Chris Michaels
Blueberry Boat
by The Fiery Furnaces
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