1. |
Wasting
02:54
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You have no heart,
Weeks have passed
And still it smarts,
But here’s the thing,
You’re sick of being
The only one
Who sees the chance
For circumstance
To lead you wrong,
It seems since you took flight,
He dreams of you at night,
Don’t leave me wasting, hanging,
Don’t leave me waiting longing.
You know me well;
As you put it,
Better than I know myself,
And I’m afraid
I curse the day
That we first met,
Try I may
But every way leads to regret,
I’ll take no other love,
But words are not enough,
Don’t leave me waiting for you.
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2. |
Dress Down Day
03:21
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Is it just the same
When you’re just as lame?
You feel less exposed
In your trouble-kid pose
She fights to breathe,
She might just be alright,
She slights the scene,
She might just be all mine
We take the flak,
We turn our backs
To the whips,
If you can face
Endless disgrace,
Your will slips
Away.
Let me hear you sing
About your diamond rings;
Does it soothe your soul
When it’s all for show?
She fights to breathe,
She might just be alright,
She slights the scene,
She might just be all mine
Get on your ledge,
On a knife’s edge,
[Of] uncertainty,
Issue your threats,
Go place your bets
On her, then me
Such a supple skin,
Nothing left within,
And a sensual touch,
But it doesn’t mean much
See yourself for what you really are
We take the flak,
We turn our backs
To the whips,
If you can face
Endless disgrace,
Your will slips,
Get on your ledge,
On a knife’s edge,
Uncertainty,
Issue your threats,
Go place your bets
On her, then me.
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3. |
Why You Are so Awful
03:09
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Our solipsistic lyricist’s
An unstrategic analyst
With our own Yoko Ono, who knows
What buttons to push
To bring it round,
You’re the clown,
We all know who’s wearing the crown now
We all worship Satan.
When you were 10
Your mother said,
If [friend x] jumped off a cliff,
What would you do?
Would you jump too?
She didn’t raise her child to be a fool.
It’s an awful world,
Forever you could wander blind,
It’s an awful world,
But I will lead you if you become mine.
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4. |
Contagious Ignorance
03:31
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Oracles say ‘indoctrinate’ and so enslave,
A different mind is suicide, and who am I?
What I sell you, I can’t tell you what it’s for,
I confess that I don’t question anymore.
Trade your heart for life if you think you’re buying time,
Insulated minds, undetected signs.
Forgotten dreams and rotting scenes, human machines,
A fatal slip to hit that switch, pity the rich,
Lost and blameless, vote for sameness, drift along,
Vacant, shameless, your contagious ignorance
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5. |
Forgotten Man's Friend
02:53
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This is how it is,
Life is non-negotiable,
Save your commune,
The desperate grow sociable
When you think that it’s all over,
You’re still in their maze,
So why don’t you move closer,
Salvation goes both ways.
Mass suicide
Is the solution,
Life’s blood and best,
Financial contribution.
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6. |
Bye
05:03
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Everything seems different now:
Light goes out as fast as it came,
Suffolk St seems sad in the rain,
And everything has changed somehow,
A weary nod of resignation,
I’ve got you and palpitations.
Wasting
All this time,
Feeling
You were mine,
Darling,
You know I couldn’t go back if I tried,
And everyone’s wisdom abounds,
If the straitjacket fits…
Alright, you’ve got bigger things on your mind,
Watch the night as it comes down,
I hear sirens singing sweetly,
Why’d you have to go and leave me?
Every second
My mind becomes less fecund,
Aching, slowing,
The last of this is flowing,
Wasteful relief,
The happenings were all too brief,
Ever grateful,
The silence was so hateful.
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7. |
On the Edge
03:15
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I’ll try to play the part
Of the one with the broken heart,
If it pleases you my dear,
’Cause we’re all victims here
On the edge.
Watch this space to see first
Just who has things the worst,
But whenever pain is felt,
I’m busy being someone else,
And I don’t want to hear it from you,
Is talking all you can do?
Waiting here on the edge
For you to nod your head,
And let me breathe again,
And let me see the end,
Is talking all you can do?
Talking is all you can do.
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8. |
Beatnik Acoustics
02:24
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Don’t be afraid
To choke on your own vomit,
Teeth of clay,
Riot foam in my coffee.
Beatnik acoustics are the white man’s liberation,
Singing your brain-dead songs for want of revelation.
Don’t be scared of getting hurt,
Women, children, cowards first,
Your fingers burned and stained,
Your chance to feel the same.
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9. |
Lippy Children
03:30
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Winds blow, warm cold,
Back bone, no go,
Fast, slow, free flow,
Last throw – told you so.
I’m the king of sticks,
I’m the fattest fraud,
I’m the living lie you want to be,
I’m a paedophile,
I’m the mother ship,
I’m the broken back of misery.
Everybody has to know
(Has to know),
Dearest, that I want you so,
And everybody has to know-
Single mothers, shake a crutch,
Lippy children-
Yeah, we’ve got to get it going…
Get over it
Do you want to score?
Do you want to bleed?
Find relief to see yourself in me.
(For) every wasted hour,
(For) every unheard sound,
Divine indifference gazes down.
Everybody has to know
(Has to know),
Dearest, that it’s all for show,
And everybody has to know,
That it’s you,
That makes me do these things.
Get over it
Winds blow, warm cold,
Back bone, no go,
Fast, slow, free flow,
Last throw – told you so.
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10. |
This Skin I'm In
04:17
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Take it off, burst into flames,
You love the filth, you love the pain,
Pleasure’s right, and right is good,
But night is dark and pain means blood
On my hands
When you’re in this righteous mood,
Freedom fucks whatever moves,
How you loathe the skin you’re in,
But this vial offers medicine,
In my hands
Break these chains
And save my love.
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11. |
King of the Dead
04:33
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Meet me in the shadows
Where we sing seductive strains,
If gods destroy us, hopes won’t cloy,
The elect ones are damned.
I’ll drag you down
And leave you void,
I’ll break your will
Upon your faith.
Dreams were once for escaping,
But since then they torment,
The hell you made’s a holiday
To what you can’t invent,
We’ll change our ways,
We’ll die today.
I call your name,
I called you here,
I take your breath,
But hunger stays.
I’ll drag you down
And leave you void,
I’ll break your will
Upon your faith,
I call your name,
I called you here,
I take your breath
And leave no kiss.
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The Band of the Eye Bristol, UK
‘Here to win your hearts and interfere with your daughters’:
The Band of the Eye was
born.
Their demo was heard by producer Paul Tipler (Placebo, Stereolab, Idlewild). He recorded 3 songs for the band, with ‘Dress-Down Day’ released as a single.
Better airplay, gigs, and arose. The band went to record an album. Maximum Fisting was considered as a title; Contagious Ignorance was used instead.
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