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Argyria
02:30
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Silver dust for a blue-grey skin
Phoenician jugs are filled to the brim
Superbug killer past its prime
Hippocrates can’t travel in time
Argyria, can you feel her?
Argyria, oh so near
Liberty Jones with his silver skin
A silver tongue of bad medicine
Nanotech robots watch your back
Alternative remedies ruled by quacks
Argyria, sinking deeper
Argyria, she’s the reaper
Break chemical bonds on the battlefield
Biocide agent will never be healed
Colloidal silver fans the flames
Argent complexion straight to the grave
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Cinnamon Hitler
04:34
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Come gather round, O ye lost and found
You will make the sound I want to hear
Dummy dictator
Whisper to a roar, you will be my whore
More, give me more, that’s why you’re here
Cinnamon Hitler
If this is going on, the world has gone to sleep
Bang the gong on the monster from the deep
Tangerine obscene, you puff and pout and preen
You’re exactly what you seem, Mr Wonderful
Imaginary wealth, mercenary self
Your plunder and your pelf, I’ve had a bellyful
If this is going on, the world has gone to sleep
Bang the gong on the monster from the deep, dark
Pit of ambition, just the latest edition
Stringing you along, read it and weep
Brink of insanity, bereft of empathy
Your Titanic vanity, and they called it unsinkable
As rich as you feel, your fabricated zeal
Let’s not make a deal with the unthinkable
Cinnamon Hitler
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Double Exposure
05:33
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I am a camera
Crying oh, how did we come to this?
Watch the birdie
You’re blowing me a last kiss
In the darkened chamber
Always young and absolute
Caught in amber
Click click, snap shoot
It’s not the same when you come around
Mansion tumbledown, it’s a narcotic feeling
Double exposure
Look back look ahead
Perfect composure
Wish it was something I said
Gone forever
But will you stay the same?
Who pulled the lever?
We know I’m to blame
It’s not the same when you come around
Mansion tumbledown, it’s a narcotic feeling
All the love has gone underground
We don’t make a sound
Or walk on the ceiling
You were so breathtaking, no mistaking
Colour’s fading, image degrading
No deleting, repeating, deleting, repeating
Deleting, repeating, deleting repeating
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Tarajal
04:03
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Safe at home, a gate behind a gate behind
To ease your mind, razor wire does the trick, I find
We don’t want you here
You interfere with our skittles and beer
Nothing a little water won’t make disappear
Bang bang
Aww boo-hoo
Guess this world wasn’t made for you
Go and find some other kind of Xanadu
Did the water pull you down?
Or rubber bullets flying?
Switch it off, turn down the sound
There’s gonna be some serious lying about this
Here we go again
Right on time, here you are with a nursery rhyme
Sorry, honey, you’re the only one who thinks it’s funny
Shoot to kill, there’s no way to sugar the pill
We are no ambassadors of goodwill
Did the water pull you down?
Or rubber bullets flying?
Get a pen and write this down:
Where is your mind?
Some kind of zombie apocalypse?
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Cakewalk
04:17
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Cakewalk, cakewalk, an innocent crime?
Ho ho, looking so so white and anodyne
Dressed up, dolled up, high kicking, so refined
Some folks, some folks call this a better time
High hat, high step, big joke
Hollywood, Hollywood, the golden age
What is missing from this page?
Pushed out, locked out, erased from centre stage
Leave it for the birds in the gilded cage
Whitewash, blackface, no face
They sold you down the river
But you swam back up to the fountain
There is no highest bidder
Tell it on a mountain
Two steps back, two steps back, one to the side
You got your pride to keep you fortified
Tick tock, ding dong, do you have to tell them the time?
So long to keep your eyes on the prize
Freedom ride, overcome, I’m a man
Don’t move a muscle, don’t make a sound
You have no right to fight and stand your ground
Hands on the wheel while hounds surround
Bound and drowned on the merry-go-round
Can’t breathe, black lives, still a man
Spent all my life looking up to you
Look what they’ve done to you
You don’t believe in grudges, do you?
Hallelujah!
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Oklahoma
04:37
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They seemed to be falling from a tree
1911, Laura and L.D.
In seeping sepia photography
Frozen silhouettes, thistledown dawn
Gagged and dragged, nobody to mourn
Gabriel, come blow your horn
Cos the wind sweeping down the plain
Stopped at the bridge and died of shame
The waving wheat saw mother and child
Like paper kites on utility wire
Silent water, chalky sky
Smile, spectators, on high, on high
Picture postcard, hear the river sigh
Hush now, baby, don’t you cry
I will sing you a lullaby
We’ll be meeting, by and by
You would’ve thought this was an end
But seething insects rage and rend
Red Summer coming around the bend
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Angry Saints Madrid, Spain
Madrid based Anglo-Aussie-Spanish four piece Angry Saints make high energy rock music which will explode in your
face.
Angry Saints are:
Lindsay Moxham - vocals & guitar
Ricardo Regulez - guitar & lap steel
Dave Robinson - bass & vocals
Carolina Viñe - drums & vocals
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