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Coconut Coffee
04:10
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We were there when the company fell
Waving their banners in the streets
And the tram passed a building on fire
You hadn't been this quiet for weeks
A ghostly apparition
And we invented a drink called Coconut Coffee
And created a pattern of late nights and abuse
And I don't believe all the stories they tell me
And you didn't care for a man in a noose
Who told you to sell me your
Bastard rhetoric and empty lies
I should have seen all this coming
And never trusted anything but my instincts
I've not seen a reason to give up all hope just yet
And I wouldn't agree even if I did
All of these fuckers, they don't know what's best for them
And not just a sneering citation you knew I'd pick up on
Someone's got to hang
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Salad Fingers
05:29
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Fighting the war on our freedom tires you out
You're falling over yourselves to make something stick
While they sell you the truth, righteous propaganda
I'm so very tired and I'm so very sick
For I'm living at the mercy of happy people
Let us avoid the world in light of getting stoned
They're abusing our rights but you just don't care
Like us, the joke is on you because you'll die alone
If you like dystopia, build a house there
Punish us like heretics, whose lips are sweetest
Blasphemy, sexual jealousy, you and I kill time endlessly
Dangerous hype to believe, sleepless nights underneath
Runaways dragging us down, you're all villains in my twisted logic
With self deprecation you seem more human
Yet you speak in cliches and appear in our magazines
The biggest bully in the playground, you can see the fear in their eyes
I ask you, do you see us as humans, or broken machines?
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Hopeless Romantics
04:29
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I fear I must take myself out of here
With free drinks in the lights, half a dozen film nights
And I worry I'm sitting in last chance saloon
When all I could see disappears
What have you done?
You've turned me against myself
What have you done?
I've grown into a monster
What have you done?
You turned me against the ones I loved
What have you done?
I fear I...
My mind will move into new apathy
And I'll lose the sense of what it can be
I know there's an easier path for me
Oh, two hopeless romantics are we
What have I done?
I fought a war to lose one more
What have I done?
I've fallen in love with the wrong person
What have I done?
I'm wasting my time and you'll never be mine
What have I done?
I've swapped a hopeless situation for another one
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Supernovas
04:22
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Darkness has struck
Your memories of me
I recall all the joy
Of a tryst left unseen
Then you looked at me
And you smiled and we kissed
Enhancements of life that
We lost and we missed
But I'm stuck in a rut
This hedonistic hell
My synapses falter
I'm choking as well
Then you looked at me
And you smiled and you sang
A melody entrancing
About how we ran
But we didn't and it keeps me up
Night after night and my mind
Becomes weaker, I lose all control
Lose faith in my songs that will never satisfy...
Oh heaven I need
To feel you today
My soul has a price
Like Dorian Gray
And the minute I drop
My gaze from your eyes
The world falls away
Emotions capsize
Supernovae
To Beneficial Mutations
This species is set
For eternal explosions
I can't be cut
Out like a cancer
I know you want me dead
But this isn't the answer
The trees are burning down the seas are rising
And all you need is the profits rolling
But I'll be up the creek when art is dead
I'll put the gun to my head
This is the end of the world
Of the world
Of it all
Fall apart
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Nazdrave
04:26
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The truth is out we go too far
With poison let into the heart
Just one a day at least a start
But I don't want to hear
Speak me not this heresy
Hearing's no philosophy
Philosophy is overrated
Broken down emaciated
Happiness is in my palm a red resealable
Bag will cost my brain some day, don't be unreasonable
We can't outrun the march of time
And I don't really see the point of staying in
But everything I ever was is boring by comparison
Now I can walk on water beat the strongest man alive
And I won't rest another minute without sweet fire in my lungs
I'll regret it on a Tuesday but at least I'm having fun
I fear I've already met with you
It feels so good
I won't leave till the sky is azure blue
But my heart might explode let me show you all the
People who just bounce, they end up in the hospital
I suffer from a rare attack of do the right thing
The bedposts are a-creaking and you know that I'm inert
So you shout at me Nazdrave, take the lot and start again
I fear I've already met with you
I don't feel so good
I won't leave till the sky is azure blue
But my heart might explode let me show you all the
Leaders of our countries who vilify this way of life
Yet think it's fine to rob us to achieve the same affect
We get more ridiculous, we make the same mistakes
Oh I wish you'd never seen me at my worst
But my Achilles heel is legal and my healthy vice is not
How the fuck does that make sense, they label me a hooligan
I never let ambition kill me soul and those around me
Why can't I indulge in this to stem the rising tide
Of hysteria I wish I was a better man, I really do
I laugh, I cry, I point the finger at my friends who can't compete
When did I become the monster I feared I would be
Another line, another time, I'll reason the psychology of
People who just bounce, they end up in the hospital
I suffer from a rare attack of do the right thing
The bedposts are a-creaking and you know that I'm inert
So you shout at me Nazdrave, take the lot and start again
They're just circling round my head
And attempting to land, take control of me swiftly and
All the rest want me dead
This one night may just be my last
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Have A Little Faith
04:14
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ea and cakes on a sunday afternoon
As people all around you are starving
We give you an inch, but you take a mile
When you could make all the difference
You can't be serious man
I'm not giving my health away
Cold blooded and so charismatic
Is there enough hope to try?
Peace will be forced as there's no need to fight
Those who are here to protect you
The garden of Eden, nothing but a graveyard
Pollution and urban divorce
No-one stands cos it's easier to sit
And let our lives take their course
You can't be serious man
I'm getting restless waiting
Cold blooded and more lethargic
Is this all we can do?
Peace will be forced as there's no need to fight
Those who are here to protect you
So have a little faith
We're splitting at the seams
With all your anxiety billowing
Up, They've taken the keys
And you're stuck inside your own head
But all's fair in love and war
You'll climb to the peak
And you might even stay there
Broken shackles and all
Oh how I wish you could see me
Will you run away with me
Where we can marry and hide from the world that would
Take our children and turn them into soldiers
But we'll be immune in green pastures
You can't be energetic
You can't seem philanthropic
Sleeping and waking and constant love making
Is this all we can do?
Please, don't forgive me the things that I've said
Cos I mean every last one
So have a little faith
We're splitting at the seams
With all your anxiety billowing
Up, They've taken the keys
And you're stuck inside your own head
But all's fair in love and war
You'll climb to the peak
And you might even stay there
Broken shackles and all
Oh how I wish you could see me
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Friend Synthetic
04:23
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Cold
You're growing old
You watch events unfold
I'm trying so I'm told
Life
Unstructured and unwound
The happiness you've found
I hope it strikes you down
And down
And time
What I have left is mine
No greater gift to find
Except the one most kind
And I would say your name
And I would play your game
And I would throw it all away
For nothing
But you don't listen any more
The light in your eyes has gone
And I'm not even sure
Why I bothered before
And I have let my mind go free
And you were never right for me
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Ánægju
02:10
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Pressure, Pressure
06:18
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Take me on and I will fall in front of your juggernaut
Falling from a suspension bridge, how I wish I was caught
Halve the gift that I won't give, bleed it out so I don't live
Call the white suits, oh grow up
I am tired of you and your inventions
Leave me out to dry with best intentions
Oh home away from home
I'm not messianic you should know that by now
Give me one more chance to prove I'm not trying to catch you out
I'll relive when I can't go, made mistakes and now I'm thrown
From this place I love to call my home
But I don't have it in me I thought I made that clear
When I feel unclean I choose not to live my life by fear
We're not mad and we're not lying
We're not weak, attention seeking
I can't steer
I can't believe this is happening
I'm in denial
Thirteen gelling agents and I'm out of here
Things were so much easier when you were sincere
There's no point in leaving what I feel comfortable with
And no more pressure, pressure eating me up
When I feel tired and old
I may regret who I've become
But I know that I'll never see the sun
If I go where you want
We're not mad and we're not lying
We're not weak, attention seeking
I can't steer
When I am changing and growing up
Who I am following on the run
I know that I'll never see the sun
If I go, where you want
This is arbitrary now
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When I was younger I was afraid
I was stuck inside this town
That had two roads and neither led
To anywhere but home
But our concern is greater now
You heard it on the news
We are at war, your anger burns
The faces scarlet hues
Spitting blood like children running scared
At each others' throats
You break your leg, now you depend
Swallowed alive
The bait is set and like a fish
They've reeled you in
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Victory
07:35
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If abattoirs had glass walls perhaps we'd all be kinder
And if we had no nukes, would Korea have them either?
Long for endless sleep, I'm optimistic that you're cheap
You've taken your own life and left me mine
If I had a conscience I wouldn't talk to strangers, so they say
These people look happy; they're killing themselves and look pleased
The beautiful people, the most ugly, the world is unfair get used to it
A spontaneous escape from carefully constructed monotony
Up here in the mountains the air is freer although I feel trapped
We're all of us on an irrepressible march towards oblivion
Let the manics out the door keep the depressives out of view
Numberless and featureless, what you have doesn't define you
If it's just you
Cascading; that's why I get emotionally attached
With no sentimental value
And this is my victory...
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12. |
Icelandic Comedy
05:03
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You're holding me up on your shoulders and I'm just looking down
Oh how I wish I was the God you made me out to be
We're crawling away into our shells again
I didn't know my legs would ever work from then
Form printouts and pumpkin seeds
There's beauty for quality
And I'm holding on desperately
I wish that you could see the world as I do
When I'm somewhere I'm not supposed to be
Your face is all smoked out
In my defense, I'm just trying to make the world a better place
I've already put my body in harm's way
Took a bullet to my head
They're laughing at us, this Icelandic comedy
You're killing me with kindness
And I'm not sure how I feel about that
This moonlight makes me feel so beautiful
I wish that you could see the world as I do
Now I've won our freedom, my arms open and laid bare
At its end before the start
And you could really break my heart
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Matt Hartless & the Maverick 7 Manchester, UK
Many moons ago, Matt Hartless rode into town from across the Sea on horseback with nothing but a guitar and a song in his
heart.
Selling an aquatic horse would have made life easier, but that's not the Maverick way and Matt soon found himself recruiting troubadours from across Manchester to give the gift of Gypsy-ska-flamenco-folk-punk-rock to the world.
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