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Take The Pill
03:49
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Used to check out
Now you check in
Don't wanna be a loser
You want to win
Climb the ladder
The greasy pole
No one's equal
When you sell your soul
Take the pill
Take the pill
Take the pill
You know you will
Everyone's doing it
Let´s do it too
Everyone's doing it
Turn the screw
Where do you
Draw the line
When there is
No more time?
Take the pill
Take the pill
Take the pill
It´s all downhill
Society´s now distracted
Attention spans are contracted
Spirit of the age drops by
Says he feels like getting high
Micro dose
Macro manage
Double dose
You're a spitting savage
Speedy synapse
On the slippery slope
Force-fed freedom
Give up hope
Take the pill
Take the pill
Take the pill
Take the pill 'cos
You need an edge
Wired for success
Identity now
Take the pill
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2. |
Hostages Of Memory
03:36
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Footprints from the past
Pull you off your feet
Standing in the shadows
You search for an empty seat
Come and see…
The golden sea of memories
The overcrowded boat
Whispers shelter comfort
In diminished anecdotes
Come and see…
Yesterday’s drunken toasts
Today's persistent ghosts
Precious moments locked away
Hostages of memory
Hostages of memory
Hostages of memory
Stories fly like wind
Leaping over years
Ignoring all the decades
Playing on your fears
Come and see…
Yesterday’s drunken toasts
Today's persistent ghosts
Precious moments locked away
Hostages of memory
Hostages of memory
Hostages of memory
Hostages of memory
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3. |
Saint Marie
03:11
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Deranged by drink and the darkness
Mangled by frost on icy nights
Drenched by rain high in the rigging
We all saw visions and turned white
Naked and sick, burnt by the sun which
In winter we wished back again.
In scorching fever, stench and hunger
Those who survived sang this refrain:
Stare on o sky of streaming blue
Do wind the worst that you can do
To hell with sky and wind if we
Control the seas round Saint Marie
Tide of crimson, flash of green
St Elmo’s Fire, o what we’ve seen
If we reach dry land safe and well
What a tale we’ll have to tell
But fickle winds they drive the sails
Siren breezes, brutal gales
Compass rose knows where we’re blown
and the waves will take their own
In shallow waters, caught unawares
Beat to quarters, say your prayers
Dragging sand and broken shell
Men to your stations, merry hell
Stare on o sky of streaming blue
Do wind the worst that you can do
To hell with sky and wind if we
Control the seas round Saint Marie
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The robber barons
Kill social advances
A demolition crew
In your finances
Bow and scrape
We´re the capital
Selfish is a virtue
Nothing is taxable
The Übermensch
Of the information age
Monopolise markets
On minimum wage
Ruined lives
Broken rules
Sweatshop labour
On a ship of fools
The tech titans
The oligopoly
Divided by class
Obsessed by money
Total disruption
Scale up and squeeze
Ignorance, distrust
Down on your knees
Down on your knees
Down on your knees
Down on your knees
Down on your knees
Here comes philanthropy
With death bed donations
Belated virtue
Just public relations
(Fires raging out of control
Bacteria for your body and soul)
The silicon sultans
Breaking the mould
Gadgets for the masses
Do as you're told
Fancy tax evasion?
You got it in spades
We´re the guardians
Of a gilded age
Of a gilded age
Of a gilded age
Of a gilded age
Of a gilded age
Guardians of a gilded age
Guardians of a gilded age
Guardians of a gilded age
Guardians of a gilded age
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5. |
Wallflower
03:19
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Party’s on, so tag along
And feel your way with feet of clay
Feeling like an accident
Shrug it off but you know
You want to steal away, steal away,
Smiling like a mannequin
Got no idea
What I’m doing here
How soon can I
Get myself a beer?
Babble on, babble on,
Same old junk, this boat has sunk
Dying on the inside
Mesmerized, hypnotized,
Got the bends, it never ends,
Taken by the riptide
How long, how long
Have I been standing here?
Was I pushed or
Did I jump this time?
Or fall, or fall, or fall, or fall,
Or fall into a pit of my own making?
Well, knock it back, knock it down
It’s a joke, you stupid soak,
mad as a bag of castanets
Maybe I can take her home…
Don’t kid yourself, you’ll be alone
Charming as a bayonet
How long, how long…
Have I been standing here?
Was I pushed or
Did I jump this time?
Or fall, or fall, or fall, or fall,
Or fall into a pit of my own making?
Or fall, or fall, or fall, or fall,
Or fall into a pit of my own making?
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This Road Kills
03:25
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Rubberneckin’, sit up in your seat
Taking a sneak peak of the meat on the street
Call a policeman, this road kills
Doctor, doctor, is there no pill for these ills?
The pleasure is fleeting, a ripple in the blood
Romeo’s bleeding, Juliet face down in the mud,
The mud, the mud, the mud
Bulging blankets, neat in a row
Cold, cold, in the afterglow
Murder, murder, in some degree
Long time to wait for this anatomy
Where is the fire? Time’s up before your time
O treacherous desire when the punishment is the crime,
The crime, the crime, the crime
Auto emotion, you can’t stop.
“Out of my way I’ve got to be on top”
The pleasure is fleeting, a ripple in the blood
Romeo’s bleeding, Juliet face down in the mud,
The mud, the mud, the mud
Where is the fire? Time’s up before your time
O treacherous desire when the punishment is the crime,
The crime, the crime, the crime
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Out To The Islands
05:11
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Going out to the islands
Red spit, palms and rusting planes
Beehives in the bay
Rowing out to the islands
Tuna leaping in the waves
Anchors aweigh!
Let me take you down
Where they never heard of winter
Yes, you like the sound
But paradise has splinters
Smoking Mother and Daughter
Black sand and boiling sea
Sunken ships and bubble weed
Coal black frangipani
Sticky beche de mer
Pumice and salty air
Let me take you down
Where they never heard of winter
Yes, you like the sound
But paradise has splinters
You don't forget their voices,
The way they held your hand
They watched you playing in the sand.
You've got no ground beneath you,
You've lost your engineers.
Where are my musketeers?
Archipelago
Black majestic cloud
Pyroclastic flow
Island in a shroud
Let me take you down
Where they never heard of winter
Yes, you like the sound
But paradise has splinters
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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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