1. |
Anti-Manifesto
03:21
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From the darkest depths of your pillow-case
let me draw a picture for you.
I might look like any other kind of guy
but let me show you what I can do.
I'm a magic man with a fucking plan
I've got a trick or two up my sleeve.
Your eyes will cast to my darkest arts as I set the children free.
I could do with another,
Overload.
And when were done with being young and having fun,
We must go home.
I've seen the dirty pictures from your paradise
you can't pull one over on me.
Cause if you plant a lie then you can rely
that it was I who sowed the seed.
In this world of thirty second fame
does everyone really believe?
Your generic styles are so worthwhile
don't waste your cliches on me.
I could do with another,
Overload.
And when were done with being young and having fun,
We must go home.
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2. |
1991
03:54
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There's a thousand things I wish I could say,
and a thousand things that enter my brain.
Well I'm this way but I'm also that way,
maybe I'm just neither way.
See even when I try and find a word to say,
I'm just stuck here with my ink-pot and an empty page.
I'm not sure what's going on.
Can't beat the feeling of going insane,
it's a weak excuse and life's a cruel game.
But I read the things that people don't say,
looks like I'm not the only one who thinks that way.
I can wave and smile like nothing's wrong,
but it has been since it turned ninety,
ninety one.
It began.
I can't make amends,
not until it ends.
I can wave and smile like nothing's wrong,
but it has been since it turned ninety,
ninety one.
It began.
I tried to amends,
I promise this is the end.
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3. |
Everybody Loves You
03:07
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Remove me from my situation,
my comfort and my generation.
My wishful thinking wouldn't be so hostile,
for me to find the courage it'll take a little while.
You said I'm always happy when your always sad,
but you couldn't have been more wrong.
A bold pretense, you'd never have guessed, alone and repressed but so remarkably dressed.
I'll wait here until I'm found,
Everybody loves you when your six feet in the ground.
I couldn't face your deliberation,
so i stayed indoors with this mild sedation.
I stored all my thoughts upon a back-up file,
so i can return to them and change the things i say, makes me very versatile.
They say the eyes are supposed to be the window to the soul,
but with your sunglasses on there are things, there are things i'll never know.
And though you try to be yourself, they'll always make you something else, but if you don't know any different then maybe you were never yourself?
And I'm not the one who needs help.
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4. |
Suede Glove
04:56
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You came from a place that I'd never heard of,
with tales of tragedy and forbidden love.
Your elegant eyes made me feel so undeserving of,
my scanty existence under your suede glove.
Your elegant eyes made me feel so undeserving of,
my scatty existence under your suede glove.
I'm still scared of the things that you,
wanted us to do.
I'd wake up in the night and I'd turn to you,
when you said.
There's fuck-all to do and I'm too tired for work.
I tried to look but I'm worth more than a lonely shop-clerk.
So you bought into their liturgy,
and you were sent away to learn.
Well that'll look pretty good when it's next to your,
cigarette burns.
Even though you know nothing worth knowing can be taught,
It's always been a reason for which you fought.
You promised me this would keep things simple,
but all i saw, was jealousy and denial, written in the blood of innocent people.
I laughed at how your teachings were deemed so, incredible.
Since your actions meant so little when your words they were so terrible.
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5. |
The Noise
03:24
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Close your eyes and you'll believe,
all the things I wanted you to be.
I lost my thread which was then followed by my keys,
oh the shame we get for free.
And another bass-drum can you feel me c'mon.
When the needle hits the groove and the record plays,
Aha aha etc.
Move towards the noise if you aspire to,
come along.
Close your eyes and count to three,
you need to find a better remedy.
I found my thread but now have lost my energy,
oh the shame again for me.
And another bass-drum can you feel me c'mon.
When the needle hits the groove and the record plays,
Aha aha etc.
Move towards the noise if you aspire to,
sing along.
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6. |
Restless Sleepless
04:46
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So tell me what you live for.
Is it the emperor's clothes on your expensive shows?
Or the flexible contract on your mobile-phone?
Friday nights in watching desperate TV?
No one disturbs us it's just you and me.
So tell me what you work for.
A pat on the back and a means to an end?
No one applauds you and your hopes will transcend,
to the depths of your dreams, a get rich quick scheme.
Restless-Sleepless, and a low self esteem.
You can pray for better days,
but good things don't always come to those who wait.
Betrayed
A significant change in the way we remain,
so futile and hopeless, just rats in a cage.
Just a phone call away, a stop on the train,
instead i walked home and got soaked in the rain.
Behind all your flesh was an uglier truth,
I think your hair is a mess and your lies are uncouth.
Indulging yourself for the sake of your wealth,
raise a glass to delusion, and here's to good health.
You can pray for better days,
but good things don't always come to those who wait,
I'm afraid.
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7. |
Breeder
04:28
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They say how can you sing when you are not,
from poverty?
Well i say how can you sing about poverty,
when you can not sing?
Hung up on all of your ambitions,
but nothing ever to comes to fruition.
Slide into the next transition,
it seems your waiting for some recognition.
I live in denial,
'cause I'm afraid of what you might find.
But i don't cry myself to sleep,
'cause I know there's something your hiding behind.
Hung up on all of your ambitions,
but nothing ever to comes to fruition.
Slide into the next transition,
I guess your waiting for some recognition.
Well you won't get it from me.
Whilst you were concerned about the weight of the world,
I was getting high with the cinnamon girl.
So come along sonny cause Sally won't wait,
for ten silver saxes, girl your too late.
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8. |
Thanks For The Company
04:30
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I'm guilty, of unlawful crimes so don't follow me,
I can't set you free, or elucidate the tangents of your mind.
You wouldn't want me leading your regime,
I'll misbehave and tantalize with all the reoccurring themes.
Watch it collapse as i remove the girder,
then turn to you with a victory salute and say how about that for murder?
You're starting to look like everyone I've ever met,
and you resemble all the things i want to forget.
You shouldn't have asked me about my torment,
you wouldn't realise to any extent.
You'll be sickened by the things I said,
and tranquilised by the things I do.
But you think undeirable things too,
yeah i know you do.
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Barking brainless, empty vessel.
A crispy wind that strikes a nerve.
And his heart feels heavy.
Lost but still inclined.
He doesn't know why they take the food,
and he never seems to ask for more.
Take you down, surround you in an open compound.
Take me to the sea, emancipate me on the shore.
It's always in a minute you see,
I'm just letting my food go down.
Sometimes I just want to see,
the silence of day.
Suburban decay, and cold photographs in May.
Or on any other day
The beach-hut barnyard silver shivaree,
the beach-hut master's dark profanity,
gold heart miners of banality,
the beach-hut barnyard silver shivaree.
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10. |
BeelzeBop
04:14
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It was grotesque, outplayed at best,
a social mess, a carnal wreck.
Full of deceit, you shall complete,
that decrepit crumbling questionnaire,
that toyed with your beliefs.
My soul is covered in blisters,
and I'm singing the blues.
But it sure is comfy now I'm walking in,
the devil's shoes.
I'd dig up a swollen hatchet and then i'd bury this broken boy for you.
Inject the rest, with sanguine zest.
From waiter's guise, hurt heart so kind,
from aching chest, blue blood boils best.
My soul is covered in blisters,
and I'm singing the blues.
But it sure is comfy now I'm walking in,
the devil's shoes.
I'd dig up a swollen hatchet and then i'd bury this broken boy for you.
And then i'd bury this broken boy for you.
And then i'd bury this broken toy,
'cause i ran out of glue.
So what's this broken boy to do?
My soul is covered in blisters,
and I'm singing the blues.
But it sure is comfy now,
I'm strutting my stuff in the devil's shoes.
I'd dig up a swollen hatchet and then i'd bury this broken boy for you.
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11. |
Benway
03:53
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Benway.
You're making me itch.
Won't you give me a fix?
You've gotta believe me doc I'm very sick.
Look at Willy Lee.
Staring at his shoes again.
Life's, never boring.
Not when he's probing for a vein on a junk sick morning.
Baby screams, hard to hear, you're lowered through the floor.
Stuck in throat, ghastly note, the insect in your ear.
Benway.
You're making him itch.
Won't you give him a fix?
Gotta see him doc, he's very sick.
Look at Willy Lee.
Staring at his hoes again.
Treasured rust, a gold flush.
When it's seeping from the brain and the body is mourning.
Second run cottons trace the bones of a fix.
Second run cottons trace the bones of a fix.
Benway.
("Make an insicion Dr. Limpf, I'm going to massage the heart!")
Second run cottons trace the bones of a fix.
Second run cottons trace the bones of a fix.
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12. |
I
03:55
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Little eye watching me pee, everything here it can see,
Is someone laughing at me on TV?
Just a clone of your dead bones.
A version of you, you wanted people to see.
How deep do you sleep?
But little eye doesn't know me, doesn't know where I have been,
but he'll find me, kill me, he'll still be me.
Does this machine even work?
Small elegant things I kept, helped me forget,
how dark, this technicolour world can be.
How deep do you sleep?
How deep do you sleep?
Wants to know,
How deep do you sleep?
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13. |
II
06:15
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Look at these fantastic,
American sensations.
Burgers and milkshakes and,
a valley of ashes.
Look at us standing still,
on a supernatural land.
Whilst some God is riding high,
in his ordinary heaven.
Won't you please return me my clothes?
I left them on the post of his over-bearing bed.
Is it true at some point we all have to stand naked?
I'd rather be dead.
Look at me, looking at myself.
Look at us.
Gather your problems and plant them,
don't talk about them.
Allow them to fester and and in time they will grow,
nourish them, cherish them,
in time they will flow
The tree's still there.
Stop looking at me.
Fruit from that big tree will bloom.
We'll pick them and blitz them like soup,
and slurp them through a spoon 'cause we wont have any teeth.
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14. |
III
03:13
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!#@?£%
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15. |
Groundhog's Tandem
05:03
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When the gargoyle flies,
she's ugly like time.
She will warp in the heat,
and radiate beneath.
The groundhog's tandem, i knew that i'd found them.
That's not what we like to portray,
so she can have it her way.
It's like years ago,
except that you already know.
And if this all sounds strangely familiar,
well then it's ripe it's ready, it's sold.
'Cause it's big, it's bright and it's bold.
I want to be clueless when I'm old.
*SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING*
She knew that she'd found them,
she rode off on the tangent.
Well that's what we like to portray,
when we can have it our way.
t's like years ago,
except that you already know.
And if this all sounds strangely familiar,
well then it's ripe it's ready, it's sold.
'Cause it's big, it's bright and it's bold.
I hope that I'm clueless when I'm old.
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16. |
PORKCHOPJAM#1
04:41
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