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Swan Song
04:06
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The frozen rivers, taker-givers, they make you shiver
Ain’t bona fide the way we hide this hole inside
The sugar arrows and the hollow shadows
We’re ticking, ticking, ticking out of time
Something’s wrong, something’s wrong
Yet we carry on
Something’s wrong, something’s wrong
Yet we carry on
We’re just we’re we don’t belong
We’re never where we belong
O broken lovers, a hammer hovers way above us
The silent laughter then the great hereafter
The empty chatter, the bang and clatter
And the fact of the matter, I testify, this well’s run dry
Something’s wrong, something’s wrong
I feel like Papillon
Something’s wrong, something’s wrong
Better bang the gong
We’re just we’re we don’t belong
We’re never where we belong
All the fakin’, double-takin’, my head is achin’
Nothing new in the human zoo
The bottom feeders and the great deceivers
I am through with this hullabaloo
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Fugitive Kind
04:24
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Dear millions of strangers, what miracle saves us?
World on a platter getting flatter and flatter
Rumour to rumour, compulsive consumer
So many ways down to the devil’s playground
Just a way to waste your time
Gone astray you’re the fugitive kind
A thousand names at the tap of a finger
Come in, are you receiving?
Ranks of the unseen, no need for sun screen
Soaking up leisure to the point of seizure
Living in the cloud, spellbound and house-proud
Shut up and follow in your sleepy hollow
Got no horizon to keep your eyes on
The bottle is magic, a genie so tragic
Living is seeming the TV is screaming
Petty desire while the world is on fire
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Hyena
04:10
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It’s a hoot, it’s a scream
Enough to bounce your head like a pinball
Give me a match and gasoline
Smoke and ash for this hilarious dancehall
It’s a lie, you will not fly
Down to holy rivers
No apparition in the sky
Waiting to forgive us
My my oh my, here’s your subpoena
Your time is nigh, you old hyena
Don’t look up, don’t look down
Don’t look for excuses
There is a list if you get my gist
Of lollapaloozas
My my oh my, I’m agog and atwitter
Oh, hang him high, that counterfeiter
My my oh my, here’s your subpoena
Your time is nigh, you old hyena
Men in beards bend your ears
Voice like a hammer
The rigmarole that you’ve been told
The stammer and yammer
Every mother’s son
Get out and have your fun
Even you, honey bun
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The Chinese believed in the spectacle of death
As a way of showing How precariously they were alive
The vanity was thinking life was anything else
In a real war there were no commentators
No friends, maybe no enemies
The sun had drawn nearer to the earth
As if to scorch the death from the fields
Hell is out of fashion, one for each individual
The gaps between the bars are the sutures in your skull
It’s a one way ticket to your modern hell, Nagasaki and Buchenwald
Worlds of lethal horror more final than the grave
Nuclear bombs and diet coke ads
Overpaid sportsmen the modern fads
Trapped like rats in traffic jams
Oh the queues and late running trams
Ruled by advertising and pseudo-events
Pornography and science its power’s immense
But science and technology
Is the language that we speak
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Mother Jones
04:01
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She had no time for feeble forgiving
Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living
Ten thousand men at the crook of her finger
She could not tarry, hem, haw or linger
Mother Jones, coming round the mountain
Mother Jones, one-seventy-six and counting
The great grandmamma of the picket line
The righteous climb was going to take some time
Forget the pink pyjamas she dressed in black
Like good ol’ Johnny just way back, way back, way back
Why don’t they make a movie of you?
Really, Madonna, is that the best you can do?
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Stuck Inside
02:30
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So much you want to say face-to-face
Tired of fitting in the good-guy game
Told your two stories you never lied
Now you’re living off the interest you’re stuck inside
Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
Stuck inside
Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
Stuck inside
A slave to their parties, you’re the life and soul
Drifting through the world you ain’t got no goals
There’s people all around you, you cannot hide
A fly in their web you are stuck inside
Nothing more to feel you’re all so cold
Nothing more to say you’re just way too old
Nothing more to do you just don’t belong
It’s counterfeit emotion in this stupid song
Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
Stuck inside
In this stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid song
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Ship Of Fever
04:43
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Cut loose the ropes and hopes of voyagers
Wharfies whispering ‘quarantine’
Flag flies high in the sky on the mast
Yellow and black yelling ‘unclean’
Hauled far out to sea
News travels fast, hooves crushing gravel
Past ivy-clad columns to the governor
Pen passes paper, a safer solution
Sparing citation of cholera
Plantations to save
A thousand horizons from where they set sail
On a foggy dawn
Long after the land had sunk into silence
They turned to face another shore
A glow in the distance, black smoke rising
Then disappearing in the haze
Lining the walls, the fidgeting soldiery
Looked out to sea, and then away
Ships go down all the time
Looking out for yours and mine
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Hay Plains
04:49
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Way out on the Hay Plains there is no sound
Blue, blue to the horizon, white rocks all around
Wedge tailed eagle up above
Nothing grows out here, no grass, no trees, no love
I guess some things I shouldn’t say
But you never listened anyway
It’s too hot to touch this ground
And the sun is beating down
Past the mountains it’s flat and wide
Dry air, no prickly pear, nowhere to hide
Even time out here is dry and worn
This place will never tell you how far you've gone
It gets you down, like that song Gloomy Sunday
I’ve gone to ground, this will not be a fun day out
It gets you down, in the country
It gets you down, barren country
It gets you down
You’ve got a life to lead, but it is without me
I have spelt it out from A to zed and zee
It’s all over now, wrapped up nice and neat
For without you, I am so complete
We're here to disappear and leave no trace
Nothing lasts forever except this place
Nothing moving, nothing breathing
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The Zabriskie Blast
06:00
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A surrender by degrees
Tote that barge, chase the cheese
Leading lives, song still inside
Quiet desperation against the tide
Sitting in silence on the one-way ride
Holy Friday, hit the town
Roll the barrel, chuck it down, chuck, chuck it
Maybe while you paint it red
Forget the gun at your head
The boomtown is the ghost town
Push it too far and it’s feathers and tar
And scatter, scatter, scatter
Slow floating glass, the Zabriskie blast
Let it shatter, shatter, shatter
Come follow the sound to the sea air
Time is ticking, we ricochet
Falling footsteps, day after day after day after day
The passing cloud laughs out loud
At Jack and Jane, a face in the crowd
The black freighter’s on its way, but...
Take a number, wait in line,
Not this sucker, not this time
All this shit has got to go
Before we reap what we sow
Jim Crow, Joe Blow, John Doe, but…
Well, time on your side, be a sign of the times
Because you matter
You matter
Time on your side, be a sign of the times
Because you matter
You matter, you matter, you matter, you matter
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Water Bear
04:25
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Run amok, on the loose
Locomotive led by the caboose
Can I feel, am I deaf or dumb?
Blind to the sky, frozen and numb
Lurching here, stomping there
O sir, you are so devil-may-care
Is it any wonder that we reel in fear?
Suffocating, toxic atmosphere
Hair trigger – easy, it’s gonna blow
You figure – better not to know
There’s nowhere to run and hide
Keep breathing, hunker down, survive
Is it any wonder that we reel in fear?
Suffocating, toxic atmosphere
Hair trigger – easy, it’s gonna blow
You figure – better not to know
Jackhammer – that is your calling card
Go-getter – kicking it to the yard
Keep the wolves from the door
Don’t know if we can take it anymore
Is it any wonder that we reel in fear?
Suffocating, toxic atmosphere
Jackhammer – that is your calling card
Go-getter – kicking it to the yard
You big baby – it’s all in your head
Well maybe
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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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