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There’s seaweed under the sofa darling, seaweed under the settee. Left over from a time when we had a Chinese and you drifted away from me.
We ate dumplings and drank ginger wine, and your greasy fingers slipped away from mine. Now nothing remains of that last chow mien except the seaweed under the sofa.
Some time during the last prawn cracker I knew that my hopes were knackered. All I’m left with are memories. Sad remorse and satay sauce.
There’s seaweed under the sofa darling, seaweed under the settee. The dry brittle strands are as salty as my tears, my hopes faded when the bean sprouts appeared.
Instead of a taste of paradise I got a number thirty seven with special fried rice, now there’s nothing OK about the OK sauce and the seaweed under the sofa.

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from The Seaweed Under the Sofa (single), track released 07 June 2011

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Virtuosic piano, delicious drumming, twanging ukulele, astounding vocals and a tuba, rooting at the back like a mother ... more elephant, are brought together to beautiful effect by this fantastic quartet.

Surreal, catchy, uplifting songs, outrageous stage presence and improbable merchandise. Leeds boys Biscuithead & the Biscuit Badgers are as essential to a good time as cheese and pineapple on a stick. less

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