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How U R
02:40
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How U R
If I could leave before I crawl
You’ll find my body by the wall
Of everything you think you understand
But if I break before I fall
You’ll notice I don’t hurt at all
For everything you think you understand
How are you in ideal world? How are you in the real world? How are you in the free world?
A token uneasy, a token uneasy...
If I could lift us high enough
You’d see a minute sun rise up
On everything you think you understand
So find me out for seven sins
Vacant where the day begins
Blameless like the rain for wasting plans
How are you in ideal world? How are you in the real world? How are you in the free world?
A token uneasy, a token uneasy...
And if me and the rest of the speaking world
Say you’re wrong, you’re wrong
Are you still going on
?
You keep walking it out with your size 12 mouth
And you’re wrong, you’re wrong, quit carrying on
How are you in ideal world? How are you in the real world? How are you in the free world?
A token uneasy, a token uneasy
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Cows Come Home
04:15
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Cows Come Home
TIme’s not an abstract, wearying circles, grinding round the count Dizzying numbers, stretching in sequences, endlessly laid out
Where arguments’ sakes concerned
There’s no intent or saints’ preserve
The future’s indisposed The truth is I don’t know
But untogether, we’ll be waiting til the cows come home
All untogether, keeps us waiting til the cows come home
We’re terminal, and panic-bought
The future’s indisposed The truth is I don’t know
We’re overwhelmed and overwrought
Both worlds are collapsing, barely just space and time to pimp like flowers
Fear is a standard, whispered and only sung of after hours
We’re terminal, and panic-bought
We’re overwhelmed and overwrought
And untogether we’l be waiting til the cows come home
All untogether, keeps us waiting til the cows come home
The future’s indisposed The future’s indisposed
And untogether we’l be waiting til the cows come home
All untogether, keeps us waiting til the cows come home
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These Will Be Your Gods
04:28
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These Will Be Your Gods
These will be your gods
These will rule your hearts
These will kill your sons
And chain you daughters up
Could be, maybe, something worth saving
Could be drowning or waving
A nothing more than chance meeting
Or faster shortcuts to thinking
Listen I don’t mind endings
But these useless beginnings
I just can’t abide
Roll those snake-eyed gods
These will be your gods
Stone cold with indifference
These will be your gods
Faults and flaws and weaknesses
Listen closely, I don’t mind endings
Final nails in the coffins
Hanging on to ships sinking
Cataloguing of feelings
Labelling all our failings
But these useless beginnings
I just can’t abide
Roll those snake-eyed gods
As if I’m animal, born and raised easy prey
Yes if I’m animal, define as easy prey
These will be your gods
These will be your gods
Denial’s a dying candle
Parades as walking fire
Denial’s a dying candle
Betrayed as walking fire
As if we’re animal, born and raised easy prey
And if we’re animal, define as easy prey
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Little Black Cloud
08:13
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Little Black Cloud
Little black cloud coming down in the morning
Little black cloud coming down in the morning
In a heartbeat, in a heartbeat
Little black cloud coming down to the ground in the morning
Little black cloud coming down to the ground in the morning
In a heartbeat, in a heartbeat
Make no bones the games are up
The real world is onto us
There’s no hope we’re strong enough
All that safety in numbers that leaves the rainfall blameless, each guilty drop on the pavement…
Been a long time since your eyes stole the morning
Been a long time since your eyes stole the morning
In a heartbeat, in a heartbeat
Make no bones it’s not for us
All context has done for us
And quiet lives grow desperate
All that safety in numbers that leaves the rainfall blameless, each guilty drop on the pavement
Nothing, nothing, nothing…(for the masses)
From the still life to the mugshots
Where the roof blows as the pin drops
Don’t we look good, don’t we look nice
Circus ugly on the inside
All those obvious targets, the sky brings you what exactly, each strand of darkness attaching, attaches whole…
Everybody wants a beautiful garden, every garden with a fortress wall, every wall composed of corpses and slogans
All those obvious targets, the sky brings you what exactly, each strand of darkness attaching, attaches whole…
On the ghost flights, at the bus stops
And the A-list and the pound shop
Don’t we look good, don’t we feel fine
Circus ugly on the inside
Nothing, nothing, nothing (for the masses)
Make no bones they’re done with us
The headlines are through with us
And quiet lives grow desperate
All that safety in numbers that leaves the rainfall blameless, each guilty drop on the pavement
Little black cloud coming down to the ground in the morning
Little black cloud coming down to the ground in the morning
In a heartbeat, in a heartbeat…
Little black cloud coming down in the morning
Little black cloud coming down in the morning
In a heartbeat, in a heartbeat
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The Noise Who Runs Lille, France
Anglo-French dark electronic rock and pop with heavy influences of indie, EDM and trip hop.
Formed in 2019 by Sneaker Pimps’ lyricist Ian Pickering along with guitarist Felipe Goes.
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