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Movement
05:13
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Glad you finally made it
Welcome back to the rain
I’ve been biding my time
Now it’s starting again
Don’t know how to describe it
Can’t say anything new
But then music should give us
Things that words cannot do
Felt aggressively happy
So elated I cried
Had so much self-expression
That I’m empty inside
This is the movement
Never to be fulfilled
Oh it’s such an improvement
When we’re not standing still
This is the movement
Never to be fulfilled
Forward motion’s improvement
All you need is the will
It’s a first-world misfortune
Uninspired by content
Call it paradise syndrome
Grandiose non-event
I’m the worst of the worst
No, I’m worse still than that
Manufacturing anger
Because that’s what I’m good at
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Woke up in ‘36
Watched the Berlin Olympics
They told some stories, oh they lied
It was the year that Kipling died
Woke up in ‘47
As Henry Ford went off to heaven
Commies scared the USA
And Pepper taught the band to play
Woke up in ‘58
Lolita sealed poor Humbert’s fate
When CND said ban the bomb
And Michael Jackson came along
Woke up in ‘69
With Vietnam the battle line
When they were landing on the moon
And Woodstock played a different tune
Chorus:
Back and forth in time again
Reliving every stupid trend
No better off per capita
I need a flux capacitor
Up and down the fam’ly tree
Watching winners make hist’ry
The gaps in truth they get wider
I need a hadron collider
Woke up in ‘71
The war on drugs has just begun
A bath-tub claims the lizard king
And Frazier rules the boxing ring
Woke up in ‘89
When Marty went a second time
Emporer Hirohito dies
And Dalai Lama wins peace prize
Woke up in ‘93
And saw a twelve year-old me
Nirvana take the music throne
I’m at the nightclub all alone
Woke up in 3010
Now I’m not going back again
No Earth, no life, no skin, no cells
There’s only me and HG Wells
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Krokodil
03:08
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Oh, it tastes so good
I’ve got to put it in
She’s so misunderstood
I cannot feel my skin
Oh, it feels so right
Don’t care if it’s a sin
Her jaw snaps tight
I’ve lost another limb
She isn’t ready yet
There’s more to come
‘cause I have got to get
(Inside) She will eat you from the inside
She’ll devour you no doubt
Even though you’re full of poison
She will hollow you right out
(Outside) She will eat you from the inside
She is what it’s all about
She will drink every last droplet
She will leave you with a drought
Oh, there isn’t any reason
We didn’t play to lose
For her it’s hunting season
Now my face is just a bruise
This isn’t in her nature
Oh her scent is all around
But this is how they made her
Now she’s pinned me to the ground
Hold on
She isn’t ready yet
There’s more to come
‘cause I have got to get
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Aneurysm
03:56
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Just what makes you tick, she said
Oh, just this time-bomb in my head
Waiting for the sword to drop
Praying for the noise to stop
The rushing in my ears so loud
The deadly bruit of the crowd
The seconds tick by twice as fast
Knowing each could be your last
It makes no difference to know anything about yourself
Oh it’s always going to be
It makes no odds to push against the continental shelf
Of such enormous certainty
I walk about on glass and pins
I feel the shake as it begins
Then consequence seems awfully small
Embrace the scream, destroy it all
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A silent night
The solid heat, the twisted bed
Dreams of a fight
It’s not so quiet in my head
It’s always men
The endless waves are overthrown
If I run again
Don’t think I’ll ever feel I’m home
It doesn’t matter where you are
These things will find you
We think we’ve come so very far
Well, look behind you
From west to east
We say it couldn’t happen here
The seeds of peace
The only fruit they grow is fear
From north to south
They cannot leave the wound alone
I close my mouth
It’s full of dust and brick and bone
It doesn’t matter where you are
These things will find you
We think we’ve come so very far
Well, look behind you
It doesn’t matter where you are
These things will find you
Could be New York or Kandahar
It’s right behind you
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Electro-Convulsive
05:07
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It got so bad I couldn’t move
Though trashy fiction tries to prove
That there are better things to try
Still I’d have been content to die
The only barrier to this fate
My endless catatonic state
So I prayed to this nameless god
To strike with his divining rod
This is the only thing that works for me
They saved my life with electricity
I found the spark that lay within
And so recovery begin
With 85 Joules to the brain
That I might live and love again
And though my memory is bleached
An empty shell on washed out beach
At least the sun will reach inside
And leave no corner that could hide
Even a shadow of a doubt
To exponentially spread out
And fill the skies with endless black
To take me down, to take me back
Oh Syliva, Oh Hemmingway
I’m sorry, truly, I can’t say
What’s right for you, for me it’s this
And that’s a fact I can’t dismiss
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Your Defaulting Heart
03:24
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Like like comment post post
Repost it if you care
Snap load tag go share
Cause friends will always share
Believe opine
It’s right it’s right it’s mine
Dare to care
Then write it everywhere
Your defaulting heart
Keeps letting me down
Where do I start?
Let’s not mess around
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Sometimes when we’re weak
We find the strength we really seek
Sometimes when we’re low
We find the will we need to go
Everyone I know
Is broken up, in need of friends
But I will never go
I will be there until the end
When life just lays you open wide
I’ll take it on, you step aside
When it bears down and doesn’t stop
I’ll take the strain until I drop
Hold on
I’ve got you
Be strong
You’ve got to
You found a permanent solution
To a temporary problem
Didn’t want no absolution
Just your trespasses forgotten
Pick up the pieces of your mind
No DSH of any kind
It’s time to put those things away
Don’t think tomorrow, just today
I haven’t seen you for a while
It’s even longer since that smile
Lit up my life, I’ll try to be
There for you as you were for me
Don’t cry for help, just ask me straight
We’ll put it right, we’ll clear the slate
Cause talk is cheap and words are token
We’ll fix all the things you’ve broken
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Lost
04:40
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Possessions packed and playlist tracked
The currency, the paperback
The mp3 the low-in-tar
The CCD, the SLR
Protection from the sun above
That beats down like a boxing glove
The arid strip that doesn’t change
The shadow of the mountain range
The beaten track we leave behind
The hungry pack, collective mind
We seek the heat, we curse the rain
And try to find ourselves again
And though my mind feels like the mist
On the horizon’s mountain tip
I try to order all my thoughts
Into this book that’s on my hip
All these words just take an age
I have to write them out to see
But there’s a drawing on this page
I like to think you made for me
Never felt so lost
Never felt so far from home
Never lost for words it’s true
Never felt so far from you
And with a continent this size
We’ll try to stick to where we grew
But always looking to the skies
We know that really isn’t true
We cost ourselves in hours and days
We have the pictures and the scars
We lost each other in the haze
We can’t remember who we are
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Trust
03:34
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Where is the trust?
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Glitch/Regret
03:35
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You don’t have to be mad to work here
Just clinically depressed
If clothes maketh the man
I must be pretty badly dressed
Fear God, honour the king
Go forward to your thing
Just wear the uniform
Shut up, weather the storm
That’s smile’s the perfect pitch
But I think we’ve hit a glitch
We’ve hardly started yet
That smile’s tinged with regret
I don’t do this for my health
I’m not in it for the money
Well, what else is left?
It’s really not that funny
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This is where I push myself.
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Toys
04:35
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In the bone-creak of the garden chair
In the stifling, blinding summer shade
We sense it, feel it’s always there
We just can’t hear the sound of age
Things don’t work quite like they should
I’m losing pages everywhere
What happened?
A little warning would be good
Forgetting ages, losing hair
What happened? [Repeat]
Hear the classics float over the privet
Close your eyes, forget the ache
Full of pins and plates and rivets
Close your eyes for goodness’ sake
It’s little things, just petty woes
So terrible, the things I’ve done
To go with every tiny flow
To speak to God then turn and run
I still know what love means
I just can’t remember how it works
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Home Invasion
06:30
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Let’s show our game-face to the world
Don’t tell them how we bowed and curled
Beneath the many tiny pressures
That you applied just to protect your pleasures
Let’s not articulate our rage
But guild each tiny squalid cage
Don’t think community or need
Just fight their gluttony with greed
You’ve lost the National Trust
You’ve cost each one of us
You don’t repay the loan
We will invade your home [Repeat]
What happened here was no event
It was devoid of all intent
This sort of thing cannot be planned
It isn’t taking any stand
[Chorus]
Let’s vote with minds and hearts and feet
Not fists and sticks and in the street
Somebody said there was a fight
We’re gonna break it up tonight
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Matthew Searles UK
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