Shoulderblades Songtext
von Gilla Band

Said "hello"
It don′t know
That speaking in tongues deaf, licking gets red
Like a sock and it was
Feel like a chicken, act like a cock

Now it's all Dutch Gold
Orange door hinge, temples grow tunnels
The first mate sunburnt at stake
Suffering sideways
Ed Mordake
Still it′s all Dutch Gold
Orange door hinge, tunnels grow temples
The last mate sunburnt at stake


It's like a hat for Ed Mordake
And like a hat for Ed Mordake
It's like a hat for Ed Mordake
And like a hat for Ed Mordake
It′s like a hat for Ed Mordake
And like a hat for Ed Mordake
It′s like a hat for Ed Mordake
Ed Mordake

It said "hello"
It was dead
Feet on an armchair, sharing a head
And headache two face
Suffering front ways, Ed Mordake
Again it's all Dutch Gold
Orange door hinge, temples grow tunnels
It′s too late to be late
It's like a hat for Ed Mordake
And like a hat for Ed Mordake
It′s like a hat for Ed Mordake
And like a hat for Ed Mordake
It's like a hat for Ed Mordake
And like a hat for Ed Mordake
It′s like a hat for Ed Mordake
Ed Mordake

Ah, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh
Ah, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh


Bleurgh, ah, ah, oh
Bleurgh, ah, ah, oh
Bleurgh, ah, ah, oh
Bleurgh, ah, ah

Patience now please
Futon sleaze
Blue is a bastard, acts like a tease
It's too late for Ricki Lake
Talking all arse ways
It's too late, ah

Patience now please
Futon sleaze
Blue is a bastard, acts like a tease
It′s too late for Ricki Lake
Talking all arse ways
It′s too late

And now it's sad
Dutch Gold
Orange door hinge, temples grow tunnels
Daily rake with Quentin Blake

It′s like a hat for Ed Mordake
And like a hat for Ed Mordake
It's like a hat for Ed Mordake
And like a hat for Ed Mordake
It′s like a hat for Ed Mordake
And like a hat for Ed Mordake
It's like a hat for Ed Mordake
And like a hat for Ed Mordake