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Beautiful Perhaps
04:07
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Beautiful Perhaps
Heaven needs water
To short out the nausea
And to dampen the token contempt
Heaven needs water
The party is over
Hung, drawn and quartered and toxic with cul-de-sac intent
The narrative seeks redemption
But it’s a picture book version, censored to fiction, as the demons pull us apart
The truth isn’t pretty but it is beautiful perhaps
The truth isn’t pretty but it is beautiful perhaps
I translate my pain down
A little structure and a little shape now
A record needle in a defective groove
My pain becomes language
An echo of disadvantage
The art of detachment in an open wound
The scars can heal to perfection
But it’s a picture book version, censored to fiction, as the demons pull us apart
The truth isn’t pretty but it is beautiful perhaps
The truth isn’t pretty but it is beautiful perhaps
Heaven needs water
But kindness is in short order
Just a lotus flower in the mud
Heaven sees misery
With outraged but hollow sympathy
And happiness is a single raindrop swallowed in the wretched flood
The fairytale of salvation
, It’s just a picture book version, senseless, bewildered, as the demons pull us apart
The truth isn’t pretty but it is beautiful perhaps,
The truth isn’t pretty but it is beautiful perhaps - the truth isn’t pretty
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Off The Rails
02:48
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Off the rails
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
Looks like we’ll same tomorrow
Unlike as wake tomorrow, trawling stories
Failing to piece together
The crash before the wreckage
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
Stretched out in closed directions
Break down to forming circles, slowly
Thick-skinned to all autopsies
Loose lips and blame by proxy
Spit in oceans
All aboard, or maybe wait a little longer
All aboard, or maybe take a little longer
Flash the pan, spit in the ocean
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
Looks like we’ll same tomorrow
Cave in on all tomorrow, wasting, early
Stretched out in closed directions
Break down to forming circles, slowly
All aboard, or maybe wait a little longer
All aboard, or maybe take a little longer
Flash the pan, spit in the ocean
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
Everybody here’s fucked up, all off the rails
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Things Fall Apart
03:53
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Things Fall Apart
How these things fall apart
Please yourself and just talk about it all night long
Don’t start
Leave the Devil some work
There’s a line and you’re so crossed over it
So far over it hurts
Things fall apart – breaking like a change of heart
Things fall apart
And what goes comes around and it’s nothing to put us down
Every window is free
Open any day of the week but no one’s going to be here for dust
If it hurts like it bleeds
Play the advocate – say what you see
In whatever make of God that you trust
Things fall apart – breaking like a change of heart
Things fall apart
And what goes comes around and it’s nothing to put us down
Turn your back, look away
Break the ranks and call it a day
Just unattached and under attack
And it’s all how it seems
Compensate me and take what you need
Like you’re happy ever after the fact
Things fall apart – breaking like a change of heart
Things fall apart
And what goes comes around and it’s nothing to put us down
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Electronic Babysitter
04:21
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Electronic Babysitter
I’m on it, I’m on it - breaks my day
I’m on it, I’m on it - off my case
Electronic babysitter, less to blame, primitive and timeless, outplayed
Auto asphyxiate, profit over principles, prescription, soundbites, downplayed
I’m on it, I’m on it - breaks my day
I’m on it, I’m on it - off my case
Bless your corporate parents, professional family, can’t eat money, won’t love money
Work around me, more light, less heat, firewall, focus, third way, what say? - Bingo!
I’m on it, I’m on it - breaks my day
I’m on it, I’m on it - off my case
Weekend inertia, sidelined, sidetracked - consumer eye candy, reading from the back
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Those are not the dogs that are eating your mother
These are not the wolves who were sheep at her door
History sticks to your skin like a lesson in napalm
But the vultures will carry her to the sun
No-one needs insistence, keep your social distance
Sooner find me somewhere between dogs and wolves
Those are not the dogs that are eating your mother
These are not the wolves who were sheep at her door
History sticks to your skin like a lesson in napalm
But the vultures will carry her to the sun
No-one needs insistence, keep your social distance
Sooner find me somewhere between dogs and wolves
Back to jackanories, pasts of former glories
Back to selling stories about life on Mars
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So Good It's Free
04:23
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So Good It’s Free
Well, I know my worth but I see my place
As not a foot in the door, more a door in the face
The deal is I coin phrases, you sing my praises
For a positive zero in the negative spaces
I don’t want much as such just more than never enough
After rent and bills we scrape for food all month
Try to juggle with what’s not even up in the air
We start from flat on the floor and descend from there
So good it’s free, so good it’s free
So good it’s free, so good it’s free
You either hate me so much or love me too little
Sure if I were sick you’d hope it’s nothing trivial
You’ve got me pond scum feeding, revenge daydreaming
And your pennies don’t bite so I won’t be grateful
And this whole middle class thing I’m scared might be catching
If you wondering what’s the point then don’t bother asking PLEASE
So good it’s free, so good it’s free
So good it’s free, so good it’s free
They put their toe for a second in the shark-filled tanks
And they’re hailed as inspirational, deserving of thanks
If I could only stop drowning, I’d round up the ranks
And march them crying all the way down to the bailed out banks
I’d cull these advertising and these marketing skanks
And hand their money to the scientists to give peace a chance.
And so we’re sumo-consumers and change needs a slogan,
Then it’s payback time for all the dignity stolen
So good it’s free, so good it’s free, so good it’s free, so good it’s free
So good it’s free, so good it’s free, so good it’s free, so good it’s free
I want a new world order, want it done in style
I want a 21st century Nuremberg trial
I’d watch the whole meritocracy’s elite mediocrities
Suffer their hypocrisy - gallows for miles...
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Zoe's Edible Garden
03:29
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Zoe’s Edible Garden
Begging your pardon, but accidents happen
And who knows where accidents might lead
Zoe’s Edible Garden
A hardline insistence on least line resistance
So just leave them waiting for stones to bleed
Zoe’s Edible Garden
Call me when you taste how it feels and we’ll take it all back on top
New money same old
Waltzing to techno
Irrelevancy like a dead sun sets on Zoe’s Edible Garden
From protest inferno to Disney potato was all I expected and so much less
Zoe’s Edible Garden
Call me when you taste how it feels and we’ll take it all back on top
Call me when you taste how it feels and we’ll take it all back on top
I’m blown back to the stone age where I could reinvent the wheel but would I should I not bother
Surely not bother
The whole world’s wide open, I’d swallow the ocean
Same, same but different - it’s only a token
I’ll barcode my sweet soul to pay off the black hole
Scratching the dirt where you count your blessings
In Zoe’s Edible Garden
The leftovers hanging, crying for Stalin,
10 billionaires and 10 million begging
In Zoe’s Edible Garden
Call me when you taste how it feels and we’ll take it all back on top
Call me when you taste how it feels and we’ll take it all back on top
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2poor2die
04:41
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2poor2die
Nothing like the four walls crashing round your ears
Constant in the background to a soundtrack of tears
Funny how the style still sweeps the content aside
Always in bite-size, swollen and bite-size
Rip it up, strip it down, over again
Pack it up, wrap it up, over again
Sick it up, spit it up, over again
Rip it up, tear it up, start it again
Too poor to die, too poor to die, Too poor to die, too poor to die
A shell now of a shadow in nostalgic rewind
Jingles over slogans for your national pride
A reading of the future likes it’s yesterday’s news
Dormant and no use, ornament, no use
Rip it up, strip it down, over again
Pack it up, wrap it up, over again
Sick it up, spit it up, over again
Rip it up, tear it up, start it again
Too poor to die, too poor to die, Too poor to die, too poor to die
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So It Goes
05:47
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So it goes…
Right time to turn our minds to figure out something better than living this way
Too many people at the top, bottom, middle too put upon to even contemplate the light of day
I know you think that it’s all talk Utopian dreaming
My kind’s been tied to your mast, I refuse, so I’m screaming
It ends when it ends and so it begins and so it goes
This ends where it ends, and slowly begins to let us go
No reason to lose hope but world you need working on
I know that you fear that its dangerous Utopian thinking
My time’s been abused in your names and enslaved
It ends when it ends and so it begins and so it goes
This ends where it ends, and slowly begins to let us go
No reason to lose hope but world you need working on
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Smile, Smile, Smile
03:31
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Smile, Smile, Smile
Don’t want to save the world today
Think that it seems OK
All you want you’ll never need and nothing you say matters
Don’t want to face the world today
Maybe just hide away
Shellshock treatment, draft and drag us wheel-fire-moon hedge backwards
Tell me how you smile, smile, smile
Don’t want to lead the world astray
Maybe will anyway
Choking on your appetite, entrenched in your disasters
Tell me how you smile, smile, smile, smile
I could turn you, I could turn you
Inside out
I could turn you, I could turn you
Inside out
But I choose not to do - not to do
Love you half to death for all those happy ever afters
Don’t want to change the world today
Maybe just hide away
No mark overseas, your Eden safe at home in tatters
Tell me how you smile, smile, smile
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Takes a Long Cold Look And Then The Kitchen Sink
You’ve been taking up my time funny man
You’ve been wasting all that’s mine funny man
Drag your habit on your knees off my street
I know the line, so not one more, off once more into the breach
Hey - start of the breakdown
Say - bridges to take down
Say now - what are you after?
Hey now - what do you have there?
Takes a long cold look and then the kitchen sink
Don’t believe you caught the score funny man
No one’s laughing anymore funny man
Drag your habit on your knees off my street
Leave me smiling by the skin of my teeth
A long long line of just one more - out of touch and out of reach
Hey - start of the breakdown
Say - bridges to take down
Say now - what are you after?
Hey now - what do you have there?
Flashes hollow smile and fixes self a drink
I know the line, so not one more, off once more into the breach
Hey - start of the breakdown
Say - bridges to take down
Say now - what are you after?
Hey now - what do you have there?
Takes a long cold look and then the kitchen sink
Hey, hey, hey now
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New York to L.A. in two ’n’ a half minutes
To be the death of kings in words
To hear it in the long goodbye
Is it if somebody’s not hurt
Then you’re losing somehow?
Name the time, name the place
I would meet you anywhere
Any time, any place
You’re not going anywhere
Now it’s all New York to L.A in 2 ’n' a half minutes
To think about the last day it was beautiful
Suppose the view from god’s chair
Is suffering remains detached
There’s always someone’s misery
To let you know that you’re on track
Living memory’s a curse that becomes unbearable
I was there on the last day that things were beautiful
Now it’s all New York to L.A in 2 ’n' a half minutes
And nothing much else left between
Now it’s all New York to L.A in 2 ’n' a half minutes
To think about the last day it was beautiful
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Under The Sun
04:05
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Under the Sun
This near perfection wastes away
We watched the bloodshot skyline kill the day
The streets were burning, the city aflame as violence and panic and outrage were served up as gilt laid on their plate
I foresee thunderstorms, nothing but lightning forms, counting your breath til the kingdoms come
We walk as one with the earth and carry our lives by our fingernails under the sun
The night found us closing, the narratives fell, tired to buy time in the same prison yard and cold comfort for our cells
The buildings still blazing when morning came round, fire in the sky and a whole new horizon as decency breaks out
I foresee thunderstorms, nothing but lightning forms, counting your breath til the kingdoms come
We walk as one with the earth and carry our lives by our fingernails under the sun
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L'altruisme
05:35
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L’altruisme
If you could hear me, if you could hear me out, I’m calling home and crawling off on all fours, star me now
If you could hear me, if you could hear me, I’d be so happy, so happy
If you could see me, if you could see me now, I’m out here, lonely, time of my life, eat your heart out
If you could see me, if you could see me, I’d be so happy, so happy
It’s all true, the earth revolves without you
It’s all true, the world revolves around you
It’s all true, but freedom never reigns, it pours
A hopeless case on hopeful cause that’s all
If you could see me, if you could hear me, I’d be so happy, so happy
It’s all true, the earth revolves without you
It’s all true, the world revolves around you
It’s all true, but freedom never reigns, it pours
A hopeless case on hopeful cause that’s all
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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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