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Album: Miscellaneous (2005)
Artists: Inkubus Sukkubus

  1. All Along The Crooked Way
  2. All the Devil’s Men
  3. Aradia
  4. Atrocity
  5. Away With The Faeries
  6. Away With The Faeries
  7. Belladonna And Aconite
  8. Beltaine
  9. Bright Star
  10. Burning Times
  11. Call Out My Name
  12. Candy Everybody Wants
  13. Catherine
  14. Church Of Madness
  15. Come To Me (Song Of The Water Nymph)
  16. Concubine
  17. Conquistadors
  18. Corn King
  19. Craft Of The Wise
  20. Danse Vampyr
  21. Dark Mother
  22. Death & The Virgin
  23. Delilah
  24. Devils
  25. Eternity
  26. Fey
  27. Fire Of Love
  28. Goblin Jig
  29. Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves
  30. Gypsy Lament
  31. Hail The Holly King
  32. Hang Around
  33. Heart Of Lilith
  34. Hell-Fire
  35. I Am The One
  36. In Defence
  37. Incubus
  38. Intercourse With The Vampyre
  39. Io Pan
  40. Kiss Of Hades
  41. Lammas Song
  42. Lord Of The Flame
  43. Lucifer Rising


Inkubus Sukkubus
Miscellaneous
Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves
I was wooed in the wagon of a Massey F’son
My daddy used to holler and the fella he’d run
Brother did whatever he could
Drink a jar of Jasper’s
Bag a brace of rabbits with stone and wood

Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town,
They’d call us
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
When late at night all the bikers came around
We’s send ‘em back to town

There once was a bloke who owned a Capri
Sideburns and flares, he was learning Tai Chi
Said he’d take me to a sacred land
I was young and restless
Got as far as Weston and passed out on the sand

Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town,
They’d call us
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
When late at night all the men would come around
And get our trolleys down

That long summer was a whirl of madness on the wild
Weston shore
We played bingo and the one-armed bandits
And I’m sure he took me for a whore
I really should have shown him the door

She was born in the wagon of a Massey F’son
I bagan to holler and the fella he ran
I just did whatever I could
Drank a jar of Jasper’s
Probably much more than a mother should
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