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Anxiety, anxiety
mourn cells and crave endorphins
this drudgery, this drudgery
5 meals and 40 hours
anxiety, anxiety
dare we do call it suffering?
it’s vanity, it’s vanity
but you’ve heard that one before…
“Settle down” you said, no one likes a pariah
take 48 hours and don’t you be a martyr
Don’t you be a martyr.
Opportunity, opportunity
digging holes or working lunches
wage slavery, wage slavery
nobody owes you nothing
productivity, productivity
self or state medication
what do you wanna be? What do you wanna be?
They call this life or something
7lbs of flesh and what’s left?
7lbs of flesh and blood
don’t you be a martyr
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Isolation
02:55
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The temperature is falling
the tide is coming in
fleeing a sinking ship
throw caution to the wind
the captain blind with alcohol
steered straight into a glacier
in nationalist frenzy
shackled to a mast
And I hope your flag keeps you warm
you’ll be a lucky man
enjoy your isolation
thrashing with the drowning rats
a childhood memory – your wedding day (Mazel Tov)
your high school graduation
flashes by in seconds
enjoy your isolation
A demagogue is gasping
for air a mile deep
see how the mighty fall
even rabid wolves can weep
apostles clutch at dead wood
now drifting on the surface
the others fled, so now what?
God is dead
Sanctity in a familiar face
never escape from your cage
dressed head to toe in your colours
your windows and doors they stay closed
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Futurecide
02:59
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First they came for the air
a fallout like industrial soviet towns
population dregs swim with 3-eyed fish
Futurecide is here and there’s nothing left
Infanticide is real through your ignorance
A generation sick
the next one wish they’d never been born at all
evolution ends with our poison genes
Futurecide is here and there’s nothing left
Infanticide is real through your ignorance
Lunatics unhinged and dumb – the skies turn red
Futurecide is here and there’s nothing left
Evolution ends with our poison genes
oceans running black but eyes see only green
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Radicals
03:39
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It’s the same line as before
vacant, dead-eyed expressions
it’s the same old shit as always, the same line as before
What happened to the Radicals?
They gave it all
Where is all the fire at?
We might as well disintegrate
It’s the same line as before
vacant, dead-eyed expressions
it’s the same old shit as always, the same line as before
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Dali Alarma
04:07
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Save me Salvador from hell
reality atemporal
we thought we had it all
but how could we have known?
The sky is falling in
memory distortion – Dali Alarma
help me understand, is this the end?
Existence bittersweet
the hours melt in the heat
canvas oil bleeds
but how could I ever leave?
this is all I know
The sky is falling in
memory distortion – Dali Alarma
help me understand, you’re my only friend
is this the end?
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Speak Now
04:05
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The fear, the drug, the cage, the judge
the red, the white, the blue
the cycle, duress, the G4S
the rubber, the bullets, the guns
Stand and spit
scream and kick
or hold forever your tongue
Utilitarian worth can’t harbour empathy
Material lust no place for humanity
The violence, the greed, the hand that feeds
the doubt, the silence, the cold
a token, a pawn, expendable
another faux-luxury slum
Stand and spit
scream and kick
or hold forever your tongue
there’s no hope
no love, no mercy
in markets no justice is done
You stand complicit in Chelsea tenements
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Aurora
03:32
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You’ll walk forever
the same way as the earth spins
and it always wins
You take a deep breath
no savouring oxygen
all is harvested
The light draws closer
aurora ever nearer
and never so bright
Endlessly.
Patiently.
For distant sanctuary.
Don’t wait til you’re blind to bathe
in incandescent rays
til your body’s not what it was
and you squint so hard
Don’t wait til you’re blind to bathe
in incandescent rays
a lifetime chasing peace
and you’re on your knees
You’re always watching
the world pass by your window
in sepia tones
If you stare too long
you’ll have to wait a lifetime
until your knees creak
Blisters heal.
Start again.
And just accept the pain.
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Does a myth make a man live forever
or do the scars remain?
Will you worship a bag of bones
and cast aside the pain?
Forever reading history through rose-tinted glass
undone by devils in detail, or do you dream at last?
Hope exists
in the immortal myth
it exists
Do you have the strength to breathe
in cold analysis?
Or do we need a fairy-tale
to save us from abyss?
If you only knew the truth would you believe in luck?
The first to condemn ignorance but still prey to her above
Don’t expect the world from human beings
Churchill was a drunk
Nightingale a fraud
Che Guevara fell
Obama couldn’t fix…
But truth can be a bitch
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9. |
Stop The World
03:37
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What’s happening? What have we done?
Lighting cigarettes doused in petroleum
cheer fireworks, celebrate good luck
a shooting star, atmospheric lust
Millennia
of this flesh disease
kiss the sun it tastes like heaven
just a lick of devastation
What are we watching? The northern lights?
So powerful, so hearts burning bright
What about tomorrow, will we still wake up?
Disco dancing off the edge of the earth
Stop the world
The walls are falling down on us
breathe deep and don’t be scared of love
everything’s crumbling around us
so live every day like it’s your last
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10. |
Where Are You Now?
04:34
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A photograph
a letter, a post-it note
memories
birthday cards and books
Half a century and all that’s left is ash
clinging to your essence with only paper scraps
Where are you now?
Is it a quiet place?
Where are you now?
Are you in outer space?
Religious types
call it eternal peace
hippies say
it’s something to do with LSD
Half a century and all that’s left are cracks
wearing down a needle until the deafening scratch
Where are you now?
A paranormal thing?
Where are you now?
Can you still hear me sing?
A “paranormal” something
sounds like superstition
says it gives us everything
How liberating is it?
Could you come and visit?
And would you even leave a trace?
Theology it questions
sometimes even reckons
mostly it just says nothing
Ethereal something
something something something
seems to leave me lost for words
Where are you now?
I hope it isn’t far
where are you now?
Can you still play guitar?
So save a place for me
your favourite bastard son
and let me know which planet you’re on
I’m coming by someday
but it may take a while
I’ve got some stuff to do…
So write me back someday soon?
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1919 Bradford, UK
1919 is a post-punk band from Bradford, UK, and an early contributor to what became the Goth genre.
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