The Crime Of The Century Podcast

(0:00) This video may give you some headache, I know. (0:09) So you'd better sit still, or you'll lose your head. (0:19) Come and hear all the sick and lonely I do.

(0:24) They don't trade that for trouble. (0:27) I'm losing my library, so I'll know. (0:32) So you'd better sit still, or you'll lose your head.

(0:37) Come and hear all the sick and lonely I do. (0:38) They don't trade that for trouble. (0:40) So you'd better sit still, or you'll lose your head.

(1:05) Oh, sip-a-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-day. (1:27) Sip-a-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-day. (1:42) Oh, it's so sippy-drippy in the warm goodness.

(1:53) I went to the other island to take a dish of tea (1:58) What did you take now? (2:00) Sucked the heads off my chickens (2:01) Puttin' balls in the air without any butter (2:04) I'm thinkin' it's time that I start prayin' (2:09) Oh, sip-a-durden-durden-durden, sip-a-durden-day (2:14) Oh, sip-a-durden-durden-durden, sip-a-durden-day (2:20) Sip-a-durden-durden-durden, sip-a-durden-day (2:25) Oh, sip-a-durden-durden-durden, sip-a-durden-day (2:32) Did you ever see the wildness sailing on the ocean? (2:39) The wildness motion is a very tricky notion (2:44) Every time the wildness bump into the swallow (2:48) You hear him roo-roo, roo-roo, roo-roo, doo-doo-doo. (2:54) Ah, ah, ah, ah, sip-a-durden-durden-durden, sip-a-durden-day (3:04) Oh, sip-a-durden-durden-durden, sip-a-durden-day (3:09) Oh, Zip-a-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo- (3:51) Zip-a-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo- (4:12) Zip-a-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo- (4:47) It's a wooden garden, just in the city (4:49) Lots of little balls, I'll put in a ball (4:52) But it's just a little thing (4:54) One thing I want (4:56) Zip-a-doop-doodle-doo... (4:58) Zip-a-doop-dee... (5:34) I pose... (5:35) youface... (5:36) out of the... (5:37) the battle in New Orleans. (5:40) War over you know, Jackson, (5:42) give the British wing.

(5:45) There the Yankee boys (5:48) do the justice thing. (5:51) For that cocks no packin' they may (5:54) rob them lovely pigs. (6:01) Oh, zippa-dum-dum-dum-dum, (6:04) zippa-dum-dum-dum-day.

(6:36) Oh, Zip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-Dip-a-D (6:42) I've been down so many times, boy, you've been really high-way (6:54) With that noise, you feel down deep inside (6:56) Oh

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

      Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.

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olan bpoons of ooperial,

A wooning scoondalel olce, 

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To etralorting drives bitne korcle

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these pappan and onder consineal,

A oog of roore one of Infie or dann lening in the rain, 

thot kidiotic in lungname chanalog 

Oni bus honoo oood olelore otxe, 

the poesling on the tort tal chorting 

heog olnuele, aramada, oo beloerore 

dhon the wee Monel kuling dhe koemse 

the loa ou hoiad latonlug hoe dhes

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in mam Bolobfhonbing ud no othe, 

oop volume oue bre dy cho bora

lo an abre emelnoc, bb oasele,

Odborne of thao En dit of hobe

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ond the unironse and i the censent rogu.

Martian Mambo by Matt Love

Mars Bar by Matt Love

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windchimes by Matt Love

Sliders from Mars by Matt Love

[verse 1]

A weariness of hours, a lonely plight,

Where time's swift river fades into the night.

To seek the village, where the markets gleam,

And hear the music, like a fleeting dream.

[verse 2]

To watch the great ships, shadows on the bay,

And trade a trifle, as the hours decay.

When the sunset paints the heavens high,

A vast cathedral, 'neath a burning sky.

[Chorus]

Where earth and heaven in a glory blend,

And all are brothers, till the journey's end.

Though poor and solitary, by the wave,

A fire I kindle, where the wild winds rave

[verse 3]

And as the darkness veils the ocean's face,

I seek my slumber in that grassy space.

To dream the visions that the dreamers knew,

The wind, the sea, the star, forever true.

[verse 4]

I am the echo of the rolling main,

A shadow fleeting, in the sunlit rain.

A soul unburdened, wandering ever free,

I am the all, the none, eternity.

[Chorus]

Where earth and heaven in a glory blend,

And all are brothers, till the journey's end.

Though poor and solitary, by the wave,

A fire I kindle, where the wild winds rave.

Is There Jazz On Mars by Matt Love