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356
03:46
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356
Don’t need to read your lips can hear you just fine
Don’t need to watch this shit can see you all the time
You smile and say you’ll make it go away
But you’re twitching, stalling for time
We’re bleeding...what you gonna do?
We’re bleeding...
We won’t forgive you for the evil that you’ve done
You’re still standing – doesn’t mean you’ve won.
No quick fix; no more of your tricks –
You’ve betrayed us, we’ve had enough
We’re bleeding...what you gonna do?
We’re bleeding...
My fists itching... you’ve driven me too far...
sick of choking
on the stench,
of the filth...
all the shit that you pour out...
We’re bleeding...what you gonna do?
We’re bleeding...
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Show Me That You Care
04:40
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Little birds without a nest peck at your conscience on the street
Orphans with no place to rest: cardboard signs damp at their feet
Lives that pass you by unseen. Stories slipped away and lost between...
Though your words are kind, your heart is hard, your faith is blind,
Speech is free but talk is cheap when truth is hard to find.
Show me that you care
Hear you say a rising tide will lift every boat the same
But to the millions treading water it’s just more cause to dread the rain
The banks are steep, it’s hard to climb when you’re kept down all the time
Though your words are kind, your heart is hard, your faith is blind,
Speech is free but talk is cheap when truth is hard to find.
Show me that you care
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3. |
Kryptonite
04:44
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Through liquid gold summer, cape streaming behind
The child runs through adventure, where dreams never die
Through the turn of the seasons, In the cold light of day
Those things we call reason wear heroes away
We all dream of flight but life is Kryptonite
Hindsight is an X-Ray eye: life is Kryptonite
Did time lend perspective to mellow your rage
Or has the scope, the reach of your dreams merely narrowed with age?
Your cloak is in tatters as you’re nursing your scars
Where the fallen kings gather at the end of the bar
We all dream of flight but life is Kryptonite
Hindsight is an X-Ray eye: life is Kryptonite
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4. |
Shadow Pictures
04:11
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Picture book... every panel, some borrowed image - some shadow that he casts.
Dreams of darkness; scenes remembered – All one...all one...
Please... please don’t...please don’t hurt me...
don’t hurt me any more.
Stretched out... soaks up the violence. Torn and twisted, bloody...So young... she’s so young.
Licks her lips: sets him aflame against himself... oh, take the blame, please...
...please don’t...please don’t hurt me...
don’t hurt me any more...
Another frame – a bitter picture: See her standing
light on her feet/light on the blade...
...and he will come from the shadows, come to claim her...it’s so dark: edges blur...
...in the shadows... so deep... so dark
With her eyes shut... So tightly...Still sees the picture:
Silent scene...silent scream
Please... please don’t ....
please don’t take me.... don’t take me any more...
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Rise
07:37
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There’s a look that’s in your eyes... it’s one I’ve come to recognise
You can’t hide a smile and I know your heart has skipped a beat
And the signs are plain to see, you’ve got to know it’s killing me
I only see your face light up when it’s lit up by your screen
It’s a bitter pill to swallow, a truth that’s hard to take
Road is hard to follow, it’s a habit I can’t break
There’s nothing that can fill this hole
No holy words in empty scrolls
No bridges built without their trolls
Why don’t you rise? (rise)
Sun could be shining on a brighter day
Won’t you rise (rise)
‘Cos we can make this world a better place
Red carpet wannabees ....They’re the prophets of our modern age
Captivated by the show, (and I can tell) you never spot them switch the bait
No redress and no debate just angry words and howls of hate
While the party sells your rights off - until there’s nothing left to celebrate
You can close your eyes to a truth that you don’t want to see
And I’d take you to the bridge but you’d burn it out from under me
Eyes are locked to your device
The verses twisted up in lies
The words all blurring wrong and right
Why don’t you rise? (rise)
Sun could be shining on a brighter day
Won’t you rise (rise)
‘Cos we can make this world a better place
Why don’t you rise?
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The Things That We Feel
03:31
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You storm and you bluster but shelter from reason, hide from our questions; seek only gain
You shrink from the truth but your growing obsession, your ruthless ambition
Can bring only pain
You’re preaching in riddles, demanding devotion, your holiness empty; your terms leaking trust
Your rhetoric bold as your promises simple, principles broken
And crumbled to dust
If we wake from this dream we will see
That our wounds are all healed and the things that we feel
Are OK
A demagogue weighed down with Judas’ silver, mad dogs, Gog and Magog poised at your right
A mad god believing your own dark deception too many accepting
Too tired for the fight
If we wake from this dream we will see
That our wounds are all healed and the things that we feel
Are OK
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7. |
Spin the B
04:30
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You fell to pieces in his bed – you were crying over something that he couldn’t believe in
All your words fell, stumbling, tangled from your mouth
As you were lying
Like smoke, drifting, inconsequential... How we laughed at all the promises you made
We played spin the bottle -he played to lose
You played for pride
Don’t say goodbye you made a promise
Wrestling strangers as the candle gutters
Sing the silence to your faceless lovers
You left him empty: golem-hollow
Ringing silences and endless sorrow
Don’t say goodbye.
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Absolution
04:27
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Did I hear you falter? Or stumble on the phone?
Led to the altar – you never shifted from your throne.
No expectations, but my emotions were resigned.
You think that’s funny? Your absolution made me cry.
You left me branded and stumbling like a fool
The mark of Cain on my intentions when I broke your golden rule
Your silence icy and your heart as hard as stone
Your tears stinging: cut me to the bone
But stare into the darkness and dare to conquer your demons
And there, turn back to the start, follow your heart
And you’ll learn you’re still part of the world
To be blameless but I let weakness drag me down
You know I’m learning: I don’t expect you to be proud.
Weighed by the chains, the ways that I was wrong
No scripture comfort in the verses of this song
But stare into the darkness and dare to conquer your demons
And there, turn back to the start, follow your heart
And you’ll learn you’re still part of the world
Count the days and mark them on my soul
Learn the taste of tears, the sounds infatuations toll
No regrets but my ambitions unredeemed
Don’t take pity: your absolution sets me free
But stare into the darkness and dare to conquer your demons
And there, turn back to the start, follow your heart
You’ve travelled so far just to stare
Into the darkness and dare to conquer your demons
And bear the pain of your scars, accept who you are
You can still be a star
Just shine
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Dumb Dumb Revolution
04:11
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Seeking out some grand conspiracy of the information age
Illuminiati, Masons, lizard people: targets for your rage
Confounded by profundity, mocked by the empty page
Gold of your false economy is just a gilded cage
Well I don’t like what they feed me - want me to believe:
Selling off our freedom, wring us while we bleed
Pretty things on television screens watch them bump and grind
If it’s not your flesh and blood you’ve no pause to rewind
Labour in banality - the fumbling of the blind
Captive of your fallacies, resigning of the times
Well I don’t like what they feed me - want me to believe:
Selling off our freedom,wring us while we bleed
Papers’ vapid Austentation all porn and prejudice
The golden age you represent remiss and reminisce –
sense, declining reputations, you failed to learn your history
Now facing stern examination how did it come to this?
Well I don’t like what they feed me - want me to believe:
Selling off our freedom, wring us while we bleed
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10. |
Pick Up Line
04:05
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A wanton night, one wasted day, you chased the sandman off again,
Where you gonna hide the lines this time, lover?
Found you at the bottle's end waiting for the light to bend
around your eyes; or for oblivion
The charm of strangers never palls, you never learned from any fall;
laughed or cried or cared at all; or paid.
Just showered off some one-time lay then lay around another day;
sat and smoked in some cafe - the tab is coming.
Hey, lady, bat those eyes, we’ve both been here a thousand times.
I’ve seen your moves and heard your lines – find yourself another ride
You ain’t coming home with me
I've heard it all before and seen your hack-kneed tits and ass routine -
overheard and too obscene - for me honey.
Nobody cares if you can show the body you had years ago;
your face was buried in the snow - but not chilling.
You think that cynical is wise; mistake the value for the price,
misquote, plagiarise for me - I'll listen.
It's what you are, not who you do, who you've nailed or who you've screwed-
the ghosts will all come back to you - sometime
Hey, lady, bat those eyes, we’ve both been here a thousand times.
I’ve seen your moves and heard your lines – find yourself another ride
You ain’t coming home with me
You played it out too fast and wide now, lover, where you gonna hide
when all that bitter, wasted time - comes calling?
Take those cigarettes and wine, the make-up and the practised lines,
there's nothing else to hide behind - except memory
Hey, lady, bat those eyes, we’ve both been here a thousand times.
I’ve seen your moves and heard your lines – find yourself another ride
You ain’t coming home with me
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Golem
05:57
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Daughter, look down from your window. Weep for the men of clay
As they stumble through their empty silence to the end of another perfect day
Through the begging of the fallen angels, prayers echo to the empty sky
The Word is false, their scrolls are empty Hypnotised by whispered lies
So let them dance their steps and roll their stones
Daddy’s going to buy the stars for you to play
And I swear, one day we’ll walk on water
We are just one step away
See them stagger to their ruined temples. Hear them praying to their rotten gods
On their knees: abased, forlorn, forgotten: the children of some lesser creation
So let them dance their steps and roll their stones
Daddy’s going to buy the stars for you to play
And I swear, one day we’ll walk on water
We are just one step away
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The Layers Bristol, UK
Who are The Layers? Five humans who would, were it not for a simple lack of balaclavas, probably be robbing a Post Office near you. Instead, their maladjusted energies were channelled into music…
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