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The Photographs
01:14
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Show the detail, no hiding
Perfected by film and lighting
Give me black and white, take the colour
Give me art, give me hurt, give me culture
You won't get more than one, you won't get more than one son
You won't get more than one, you won't get more than one son
Well isn't this, isn't this what we've always done since the start, since the start
What the difference is, tell me your differences
Take the science out and now we call it art
You won't get more than one, you won't get more than one son
You won't get more than one, you won't get more than one son
See the image, see the photograph
A modern view, if it makes you laugh
Extraordinary, with a chequered past
But there's no hiding from a photograph
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The Gothic Chamber
01:22
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I'm hanging from the ceiling
And I know, I'm sure that
God will forgive me
'Cos everyone who hurt me
Was only 'cos I let them
So baby now it's your turn
Von Frey, vers le bas a vous
Manacles, candles, needles
Manacles, candles, needles
Tell me when the sun sets
So I can leave behind
Tell me when you cum so
So I can tick that box
Recess of the mind mind
And what I want to be
God is fine with
With what I want to be
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False Starts
00:49
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A pick up from the floor, was it what you thought?
I'm going to tell you what to think
Question, response, I'll ask you just once
I'm waiting for subservience
A frisson some energy, go on impress me
Impressive works so hard to do
Reason, just tell me, if this makes you happy
A focussed mind will push on through
False starts
I'm rushing through the door
At the wrong time
And I'm coming up for more
A poor impression of what I was
I don't mind the pressure, 'cos I'm better
Ready from the start, and I'll push until we're apart
I don't mind, I don't mind, when we start, I don't mind yeah.
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Uncanny Valley
02:01
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A thankless task, but tomorrow will last
A bright flawless future with no link from the past
Why build rockets when I can make you?
Abnormal resigned, perfection's overdue
Progress, abundance, confidence in numbers
In a world that science built deformty's redundent
A better answer than a worse answer
For a question with no answer, for a question with no answers
Deep uncanny valley, you're not quite right
You're not quite right
Glassy eyed, fixed smile
Post-human ideal, a reality unreal
A bitter pill to swallow when you realise that you're wrong
But you must force it down when what you've built is gone
Don't stare at the horizon
When the ocean takes your legs, and the tide keeps rising up
Deep uncanny valley, you're not quite right
You're not quite right
Glassy eyed, fixed smile
Post-human ideal, a reality unreal
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Frometa
02:49
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Zelda Harris, my favourite actress
A year older than us
What's with all the fuss?
What did she say to me?
I was so green
She told me entartete Kunst was her theme
Cubism was her dream
Bauhaus is what she would mean
I was so green.
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