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One Scratch Each
03:00
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One Scratch Each
We take one scratch each
We take one scratch each
We take one scratch each
One tiny scratch apiece
Listen carefully, sometimes opportunity knocks quietly
Come and join the beautiful army, come and join the beautiful army
We take one scratch each
We take one scratch each
One tiny scratch apiece
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Tune Out, Turn Off, Drop In
Tune out, turn off, drop in
Tune out, turn off, drop in
Almost akin to being born alone without any name
A violent equilibrium of cause and blame
Cordon off the slipstream, baby’s up for making mellow
Caught up on the dripfeed, fashion bleeds in greens and yellows
Once someone screams it then there’s no space left to hide
Only that sinking feeling not left behind
Tune out, turn off, drop in
Tune out, turn off, drop in
Cordon off the slipstream, baby’s up for making mellow
Caught up on the dripfeed, fashion bleeds in greens and yellows
A highwire balancing in wrong place, wrong time
Beyond the outrage to the complete lack of surprise
Tune out, turn off, drop in
Cordon off the slipstream, baby’s up for making mellow
Caught up on the dripfeed, fashion bleeds in greens and yellows
Mutilated, scarred and dancing through the fields and meadows
Cordon off the slipstream, baby’s up for making mellow
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Something in the Bones of Men
Something in the bones of men, shaking us down, shaking us down
Something in the bones of men, the bones of men, shaking us down
Like thieves in the dead of night
We redeem through the wax and gold
And reveal in the cruellest light
How it steals through the heart and soul
Something in the bones of men, shaking us down, shaking us down
Something in the bones of men, the bones of men, shaking us down
Like thieves in the dead of night
Like thieves in the dead of night
How it steals through your heart and soul
Like thieves in the dead of night
Ring-a-roses round a tower of silence
Sorrow echoes out in every language
Time’s up for painting beautiful flowers
Time’s up excusing mostly harmless
I only hope you know there’s no imposters when you sleep
I only hope you know there’s no imposters when you sleep
Did you hide the most terrible things here?
Like thieves in the dead of night?
Something in the bones of men, shaking us down, shaking us down
Something in the bones of men, the bones of men, shaking us down
And it steals through the heart and soul
To reveal in the cruellest light
We redeem through the wax and gold
Like thieves in the dead of night
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Vengeance is the Sweetener
There’s a place, you’d be safe but there’s no hope you’ll get there
All the weight of the world it’s not fresh out of nowhere
No doubt, things should be much easier
Turns out things could be much simpler
Bet your life not a chance of us calling it all square
No doubt things would be much easier
But hands down vengeance is the sweetener
Vengeance is the sweetener
Not a thought, not a prayer, not a care, not a dreamer
Just the one wild idea that it’s all right to breathe here
Hands down vengeance is my sweetener
Hands down vengeance is my sweetener
All the weight on the world’s in the hope you could get there
Turns out really why so serious?
Hands down vengeance makes the sweeter us
Vengeance is the sweetener
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Mars Attached
03:16
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Mars Attached
Forgive me not, forget me not
The best dreams are of your hearts not beating…
Words don’t fail me to signposts like sequenced, ordinal numbers
Don’t play me, double-bluffed, stitched up, forwards, backwards
Twice crazy, lining up the odds against a soapstone vendor
Words fail me, narrowing us down until it’s just not mentioned
Forgive me not, forget me not
The best dreams are of your hearts not beating…
Forget me not, forgive me not
The best dreams are of your heart not beating
Knocking on the door comes dumb, lame, stupid
Hanging rope ready for the judged and juried
Fast repentance barely past the surface
Absolution only wipes their faces
The best dreams are of your hearts not beating…
Forgive me not, forget me not
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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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