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The Quietist
04:16
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I have served my time in the corridor
I have faced the wall for an age
I have held my tongue in these arms so long
I may never know any other taste
But when lies sell you hard
And when liars sell you out
And the ones you trust to protect you hush you
And send you to bed if you shout
I don't feel quiet, love
I don't feel like piping down
Cynical? Yes, but you made me so
And I may never believe again
'Til through the smokescreen I learn to recognise
Where the truth hides
And I don't feel quiet, love
I don't feel like piping down
I don't feel quiet, love
I don't feel quiet
They tally deaths like sports results
So every newsflash brings fresh insults
For all the grief and misery
You bring to them
You bring to me
And I will hold my tongue no more.
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2. |
Leatherhead
03:29
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I'll be trading in my eyes if you want me
I need all the benefits I can claim
Between the whorehouse and the inn
Waiting for life to begin
I have seen the future and nothing's changed
But you can't see more than I can
So you can't say more than I can
A rush and a push
And we learn to reveal what we conceal
When we're leathered again
I am raising up my hands and conceding
Let me take the blame and kick it to death
Somewhere in the smoke and haze
Of a million drunken daze
We forgot what we were drinking to forget
But you can't say more than I can
'Cause you can't see more than I can
A rush and a push
And we learn to reveal what we conceal
When we're leathered again
I'll be trading in my arms if you want me.
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3. |
"A Charge To Keep"
06:36
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The World is full of UnChristians
And I feel so alone
"A charge to keep"
And when you speak
It comforts me to know
That the new Lone Ranger's got 'em reaching for the skies
Like an ape crusader
Making sure tomorrow's mine
You studied so we wouldn't have to
"A charge to keep"
And the lies you speak
Don't comfort me no more
With the whole World screaming,
"Take me by the hand"
Compassion is a language you don't understand
You studied so you wouldn't have to learn
And as the scriptures prophesise
Cowboys and angels testify
That God will send a holy fire
To punish evil
And when He comes to take us all
I wanna see him lift you up
I wanna see him lift you up
I wanna see him lift you
I wanna see Jesus drop you in the flames.
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4. |
Drink Your Milk
03:27
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This life's not mine, so I've stopped thinking
As the World spins out of our control
If you knew how low I've been sinking
You'd not say, "I won't tell a soul"
The child inside with four glass eyes
Is singing songs to pass the time
All these homes and all these lives
And all alone
Yes
Drink
Drink your milk
The centre of my own attentions
Or so I'm repeatedly told
A shopping list: Oxo, Canesten,
Tissues, pornography and Coke
The child inside grows fat with treats
But swaddling bands are TB sheets
Falls out the wrong side of bed
And through the wall
Yes
Drink
Drink your milk
Please
Drink you milk.
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5. |
Hang Fire
04:19
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Now all our bridges are falling down
And all the stations are tuning out
It's a wasteland, baby
From a wasted time
And we crawl bareback over the ashes
There's a man hanging on the line
Says he knows you from the other side
Where the bone collector hides
In the ruins of the afternoon
And he says,
"There are so many things I'd love to tell you,
"But then..."
Don't look behind
Keep moving on
Hang fire
The ones whose faces were evergreen
We watched them dying of jealousy
But it was you that left them cold
When you kiss a dead person,
Can you taste their soul in the saliva?
There's a man hanging on the line
Says he knows you from the other side
Where the bone collector hides
In the ruins of the afternoon
And he says,
"There are so many things I'd love to tell you,
"But then..."
Don't look behind
Keep moving on
Hang fire
There's a man hanging on the line
Says he knows you from the other side
Where the bone collector hides
In the ruins of the afternoon's animation
I've looked into his eyes
And I believe him
Yes I believe
And that's more than I can say for you or God.
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6. |
Sous La Plage, L'Enfer
01:42
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7. |
Castle Keep
04:12
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The stranger/danger principal
Has rendered me strange to one and all
Since you fell for another
You fell for another
You fell for another way out
Be it my heart, be it my home
These machines for living in grow cold
Since you fell for another
You fell for another
You fell for another way out
This indefensible space won't keep us together
This indefensible space will keep us down
These four walls are everything
I blu tack my life to them
But it's no castle to me
'Cause I'm no Englishman.
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8. |
Look Alive
04:05
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All the questions seep through cracks in your consciousness
And it's a cold light awakes you again
From endless dreams of things that you've already done
And you long for a new reason to celebrate yourself
So give me a reason to look alive
Or make me an offer I can't survive
I'll be waiting
Waiting
Take the weight of the World off this skinny frame
But the bruises and scars will always remain
I'll be waiting
Waiting
Everybody's looking at you for answers
You don't know more than I
Everybody's looking at you for answers
You don't know
'Cause you're looking alive
Now the boredom slowly turns from apathy
To a rage you can barely contain
Everyone is a figure of fun or a figure of hate
And damned if you'll go down alone
If it must be in flames
So we'll sign the petition
Take to the streets
And stand up and be counted like sheep
We'll be waiting
Waiting
Yeah, we'll all raise fists
And flick all the signs
And holler the chorus out of time
We'll be waiting
Waiting
Everybody's looking at you for answers
You don't know more than I
Everybody's looking at you
Yeah, they're looking at you
Yeah, they're looking at you
'Cause you're looking alive.
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9. |
Liberty Belle
03:57
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Hush now
And you'll hear all that there is to tell
And with your eyes closed
You'll see all that there is to sell
If we can take it in turns to follow in each other's footsteps
Could you lend a reflection to this invisible mess?
"Come
"Come
"We'll hang out all that there is to hang
"Every dark dirty secret
"So that our love can be more than a mutual respect," she said,
"Behead the magician,
"Watch the rabbits take care of themselves"
And I said,
Will the darkness come when I call?
Will the darkness come when I call?
Tell me, will the darkness come
When I need somewhere to hide?
You don't wanna be the liberty bell
It's cold outside but the sun's shining
There's too far to fall
So we squat like flies on the windowsill
You've tried to talk yourself down
You've tried to sweat it out
But this liquid heart is all but frozen right now.
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10. |
Love Buzz
05:07
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Cold war, cold love
Equity amputees
Thoughts and hands linger over scars that won't heal
Idle, dirty minds
You can touch but you can't feel
There must be a point where the sex becomes real
In another World, another time
Another voice will join with mine
Damned are the knowing
Knowing are the damned
But there is no bliss in this ignorance
Say, how can you talk of "civil liberty"
When I can't come to you
And you won't come to me?
Hide your shame and shame your hide
Kill the life that kicks inside.
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12. |
Summer Of Love Pt. 2
01:46
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13. |
327
01:31
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14. |
The Empty Mile (demo)
04:04
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Don't let me crush your murdered heart
Convince yourself what we called love
Was all just the kind that leaves a stain
On a dead town where lives roll by
And the rain falls just like rain
No cause to tell, no will to show
No God above, no earth below
One finger salutes the empty skies
We stand half-politicized
Lips cracked and dry
But the rain will come
It always does
We march in spite of, not because
And the boy who swore he'd make you proud
Is a gesture politician now
But you're always patient, waiting there
For the dead to come back up for air
I can't wait that long
Wait that long
Don't take the money and run
Don't take the money and hide
Just take the money and feel nothing
We'll cash out and walk the empty mile
We'll float on the swollen tide
Lips cracked and dry
But the rain will come
It always does
We march in spite of, not because
And the boy who swore he'd make you proud
Is a gesture politician now
But you're always patient, waiting there
For the dead to come back up for air
I can't wait that long
Wait that long
You stole my blood from every stone.
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15. |
This Town (demo)
03:34
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The town I come from has a winning way with shame
I wasn't born here, but I'll die here all the same
There's no defeat but self-defeat
I'll know they've won
With the taste of disappointment
When I've chewed off my own tongue
We'll never claim back half as much as this town steals
No walking heart attack can tell you how that feels
It's never the shame
You suffer a name
You burn with the iniquity
They'll never take that fire away from me
The town I come from rigged all process from the off
Sometimes it's healthiest to hate the thing you love
Our execution, although bloodless, will be ritual
I'm proud of where I come from
But the feeling isn't mutual
We'll never claim back half as much as this town steals
No walking heart attack can tell you how that feels
It's never the shame
You suffer a name
You burn with the iniquity
They'll never take that fire away from me.
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Helium (demo)
04:26
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When love's young dream has let you down
All you want is escape
But you're all talk talk
Let your tongue masturbate
Talk talk
Who controls their own fate?
Talk talk
'Til the words run down your face and into mine
"Things just went wrong too many times"
Lies are not freedom
We're lighter than air
We talk without sound
And we think without thought
Our feet don't touch the ground
And we don't wish on stars
We shoot them down, yes?
When we inhale
When we inhale
We are hilarious
Helium
Tonight's the night for us to prove absolutely nothing
Time and again and again
'Cause we're all talk talk
Words alone cannot win
Talk talk
And the lies might sink in
Talk talk
It could almost mean something
But it's just words
In the half-light between binge and purge
We are senseless forever
We're lighter than air
We talk without sound
And we think without thought
Our feet don't touch the ground
And we don't wish on stars
We shoot them down, yes?
When we inhale
When we inhale
We are hilarious
Helium
You call this home
But it stinks
It stinks
Well, maybe home is where the heart is
But if I cared about my heart then I'd quit smoking
And if I cared about my heart then I'd quite puking
Yeah, let's burn this town to the ground
We're lighter than air
We talk without sound
And we think without thought
Our feet don't touch the ground
And we don't wish on stars
We shoot them down, yes?
When we inhale
When we inhale
We are hilarious
We're on the run from something we cannot leave behind
And we run 'cause we're too scared and too cheap to fly
We don't face our problems, we just complicate them
When we inhale
When we inhale
There's desperation
Helium.
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Sturm Und Drang Recordings Bury, UK
"The Sound Of Young Nowhere"
Founded 2009.
Bury St Edmunds Rock City, UK.
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