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Uncanny Valley
02:06
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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 deformity'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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N.N.D.
02:29
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He came from the cold and straight into warm
Pins and needles limbs and a mind all too numb
Read between the lines and you'll see what he's done
Look through his lies and you'll find the smoking gun
So he likes to talk but he hasn't got a thought
I asked to count to ten and he'd only count to four
Wasting my time with tales of well before
Bending my mind with times of well before
Crisis averted, it happened once again
Forever broken, but always on the mend
So he likes to talk but he hasn't got a thought
I asked to count to ten, and he'd only count to four
One, 'cos there's only one who matters
Two, and I'm trying to hard with
Three, there's no chains around my neck now
Four, so it's new new different
This one had a thought but he doesn't like to talk
This one likes to talk but he hasn't got a thought
I asked to count to ten but he said "what for?"
I asked to count to ten but he'd only count to four
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3. |
Eating Animals
03:02
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I'm a porcupine with inverted spines and I hate myself.
King of Bears wears a gold crown
He stole from a man, who stole from the ground
All around creatures adore him
When they gets bored they asks him to cure them
Why can't you just look and see how all the world wants to be
In a factory
All drowned in metaphor
And the brazen
Well we've all heard this before
Pull the cord to get the blade rotating
We'll be shaking hands and asses
Getting replayed like we figure eighting, instigating
All I'm saying is Zen don't got the infinite
But isn't it a given that the DJ's gonna spin this shit?
There's friction on the mix list
Steadily the thermostats are inching
In a pinch cause haze is what these artists' discs are reinventing
Musical pollution but it's making cash
And it makes it fast
The odds are strong in smog
That those who walk the clouds will come out black
Selection natural
Or economic, cultural
Well, I don't have a hood
Just take a look at the results you'll
Find that panda's do exist
Environment's just disappearing
Habitat success is when the animal
Can't stand the clearing
In a factory
All drowned in metaphor
And the brazen
Well we've all heard this before
So tear it up survival of the fittest mic
Cause when you're on the top it's kinda hard to give a shit
Haters gonna hate, but lover's gonna love
The smoke clears and all you see is number one
I like to be prepared
I'm probably impaired
Fo' sho' you'll know
Me as the King of Bears
I sit up on my thrown
Inside my cave
inside my mountain
And I'm waiting for the day
When the waves will overtake the ocean
King of Bears wears a gold crown
He stole from a man, who stole from the ground
All around creatures adore him
When he gets bored he asks them to cure him
In a factory
All drowned in metaphor
And the brazen
Well we've all heard this before
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Preacher in the street
Shouting the odds, constant repeat
The ground's too soft and it's boring
And it doesn't make sense in the morning
This is my year zero, triumph of the now
Erasing that's all before me, and he'll show you how
And they put us in a hostel, and there's shit all on the wall
And this is my city, with no friends at all at all
E.T.A
It's now or never again, again, again
E.T.A
And I've got an option for you, for you
And he hears all the words, but he bats them away
'cos he needs just one thing
A place to think, and a place to drink, and a place to shout
And a place to let it all out
Preacher in the street
Ignore his words
I don't like those odds
But I will take this
E.T.A
It's now or never again, again, again
E.T.A
It's not getting better, just worse, just worse
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5. |
Not Yet
02:21
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So it goes, with no real measure, our time is slow
With dreams of being an insect
Safe in amber, safe from time
Not quite yet, not quite yet
Not quite yet, not quite yet
All of this happened, more or less, for the best
It wasn't fear or love, which induced me
Just dumb luck
Not quite yet, not quite yet
Not quite yet, not quite yet
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6. |
Nana's Medicine
03:04
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Nana's medicine [repeat]
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Send the spacemen to oblivion
No one knows if we dont tell them
Send a couple
Send the married
Everything's just great
It's satisfactory
Held in china when you miss
No not really just a gift
For the progression of the nation
Receiving voices of disintegration
Phantom
Phantom
Oh no
Gonna cry and gonna burn
Oh no
One way trip with no return
Oh no
Picking up shouting on FM
Oh no
Russian language proves it's them
Send the airmen near oblivion
If it goes wrong we'll never list them
A SOS to every city
Why don't you answer my simple queries
Slow now
Phantom
Phantom
Oh no
Gonna cry and gonna burn
Oh no
One way trip with no return
Oh no
Picking up shouting on FM
Oh no
Russian language proves it's them
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8. |
Doctor Doctor!
03:23
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Obsession, with rhythm in a sequence
Means nothing until you pick up all the fragments
The pieces, collusions
It's clear what I hear
Sometimes there's noises, sometimes there's voices
Sometimes just static, pick up powers planned attack
Every beat that I'm hearing, unhidden secret
Sound disappearing, rising up from in the black
Short wave, one way, listen closely every day
Get the doctor there's no stop
Get the doctor lost it all
It's not what you hear but more how you feel yeah
Sometimes there's noises, sometimes there's voices
Sometimes just static, pick up powers planned attack
Every beat that I'm hearing, unhidden secret
Sound disappearing, rising up from in the black
War is closer than you think
But all I want is someone to warn
When the numbers sing
And all we've got is on brink
Sometimes there's noises, sometimes there's voices
Sometimes just static, pick up powers planned attack
Every beat that I'm hearing, unhidden secret
Sound disappearing, rising up from in the black
Locked in my room with nothing but a radio
People call me crazy 'cos there's places I'm afraid to go
I'm not crazy there's a message in the static now
Translate the short wave, governments will show you how
I can have the nation's stations, this guy's disguise for assassinations
Espionage, sabotage, surveillance
Getting carted off like a mental patient
Sometimes there's noises, sometimes there's voices
Sometimes just static, pick up powers planned attack
Every beat that I'm hearing, unhidden secret
Sound disappearing, rising up from in the black
War is closer than you think
But all I want is someone to warn
When the numbers sing
And all we have is on brink
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9. |
Black Russian
02:20
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Fathers and Sons, I never read it
I didn't have to, 'cos I get it
Through osmosis, it's nothing
A way to learn just to be a drunk's prophet
Try and keep my fever underground
So I get wasted
Gonna stop my mouth from running us out of town
So I get wasted
Pick your sides and don't falter
Choose your ethos and never waiver
That's lion, mine's better
What did you say now?
Mine's better
Try and keep my fever underground
So I get wasted
Gonna stop my mouth from running us out of town
So I get wasted
And all anybody ever really wants is something to hang on to
Some property, some fundamental idea
Black Russian
Black Russian
Black Russian
Black Russian
An idea, but it's nothing
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10. |
Half Educated Man
02:28
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Dangerous is half educated man
Inform all parties before start
I'm not going to listen to the
Intercontiental thoughts
Adopt a new way of thinking for a minute
Your movements leave a lot to be desired
I'm not going to listen to the
Intercontinal thoughts
Is it fashion? Or is it art?
Is it fashion? Or is it art?
It's fashion, it's art
It's fashion, it's art
It's fashion, it's art
It's fashion, it's art
Automatic thoughts, take control
And a certain spectre, leaves your body
It leaves behind a message to the past
And the future and
Another another dance it pens itself
Controls the timings of your body
It decides the movement to the left
To the right and the left and the right
Is it fashion? Or is it art?
Is it fashion? Or is it art?
It's fashion, it's art
It's fashion, it's art
It's fashion, it's art
It's fashion, it's art
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Spasm
02:25
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Lay low so days go by slow
Hit the bowl watch as time goes
Blind folds, no need got my eyes closed
Still asleep feet deep in some ice flows
That's cold, buried feeling polar
Last to be back, chewed out like a molar
My father's like son, I'm like bro call me solar
Talking bout power my system, I'll show ya
Enough with the rain checks, I need to rain dance
Feelin aimless, so here's the apex
Gonna do my own thing
Gonna get my life back
And I know one thing
You weren't the climax
Might make my cliff notes
A boat that capsized
Shallow in a reef
We were dancing on a land mine
And time will tell
It likes to gossip
So do they
Play dead, opossum
Laced the skunk wit' that honey
The funk's heavy, it sits in the air
Breathe smoke, blow smoke, ya don't care
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12. |
Toys
02:26
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No strength, no drive
Turn that fucking noisebox off
Right now
Retro cunt, but he hasn't got a clue who won the
Rumbalows Cup
Hair cut, but she doesn't try to think she's just a
Fucking sponge
Reads like a nursery rhyme
Well they're made their choice
Followers they leave in droves
'Cos it all falls apart
Oh, how we will soilder on
Oh, how once size for everyone
Peices and parts, not quite a whole
No magic in craft, no more
Well Mr Taylor
I think you owe us an answer
All the common rank and ruin
It's just not for me, no thank you, no
Oh, how we will soilder on
Oh, how once size for everyone
Peices and parts, not quite a whole
No magic in craft, no more
And there's unfounded, unrealised, unprotected
And I might seem keen, but I'm not
And I might look like I'm trying, but I never will
And I was a baby, and he was a baby once too
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Eye lids heavy but I can't quite close 'em
Staying up all night til light breaks open
Across the sky, seeing pink and purple pin stripes
Retinas stinging like a sea turtle's wind pipes
Wind turbine, my mind winds in circular motions
Lost thoughts splashing like the waves of the ocean
Ticking like the hands of the hourglass
Dripping like the sands as the hours pass
Check my clock, it's digital
Analogue went out of style with the dirigibles
It's been a while, at least I think it's been a while
Have we gone a mile? I think we've gone a mile
This dial says we've been moving for a long time
Orbiting, the Earth, number 3 in a short line
Elipse, I miss the days when days were longer
Nights are alright, but nothing beats the summer
Blizzard warning and it should be coming on soon
Slipping on the ice, I would much prefer a monsoon
Wouldn't you? Yeah dude. Okay.
1,2,3,4
Then the king cracks up he's not suspicious
He didn't last too long with no ambitions
But sleep and time dull the senses
Amazing scenes when I keep my eyes wide right
With my hands by my side
And my face to the sky
No difference when I close my eyes
I'm still alive, so it's time to keep breathing
How can you live when you think you are dreaming?
More like a nightmare
Cause life's not fair
And I'm supposed to be a king
But I get greeted with despair
Now my chair's gone, and the crown too
They were taken from me, for the loving of you
It was seen as a sign, divine, fine whatever
To tell the truth I didn't want to live forever
Then things get bigger on horizon
With planets and space all colliding
I'll bury my head in the sand
And relive the past in my mind
Here's a word from the wise
That you'll never get it right
So all we've got
Is regret, regret, regret, regret
Oxygen's gone
And I cannot get a breathe in
Burned by the Sun
I guess I'm an exception
Please, I'd like to breathe or at least see
That's what I need to believe Me
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14. |
Manchester Rain
03:01
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I'm going to go places now
Now I just need a door
Or maybe use a window ledge
Or I'll dig through the floor
With my hands
I'll use my hands
And reach right into my skull
With my hands
I'll use my hands
And I'll grab something for all
I just like the theatre
When it comes to killing my brain
A force of habit
Like Manchester rain
Or trying to stop stupid shit
Pushing water up a hill
With my head nearly gone
I'm not feeling too well
Some people ask well Snailhead
Where do you get your headaches from?
I try not to answer right
In case I'll, I'll probably say something wrong
I'll find my own way home
I'll make my own way home
I just like the theatre
When it comes to killing my brain
A force of habit
Like Manchester rain
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Sinner/Moreschi
04:50
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Some arrogance that guy had
Emphasise the had
A punishment
For something that he probably did but I can't remember
I'll bite my tongue so hard that I bit it right off
So all I do is laugh
No comments on the tacky lights
But the oil's burning hot and nothing looks right now
I'm scared but I can be brave
But only sometimes
And not always at the right time
Squinting through the fog
Coughing through the haze
I'll give myself up
For seven more days
You're words all fall on deaf ears
Tradition is the gift of years, come on.
I'll bite my tongue so hard that I bit it right off
So all I do is laugh
No comments on the tacky lights
But the oil's burning hot and nothing looks right now
I'm scared but I can be brave
But only sometimes
And not always at the right time
Squinting through the fog
Coughing through the haze
I'll give myself up
For seven more days
It's all your sins that are interesting
It's all your sins that are beautiful
It's for your sins that you still miss it
It's for your sins that you couldn't quit
It's all your sins that are interesting
It's all your sins that are beautiful
It's for your sins that you still miss it
It's for your sins that you couldn't quit
Critical mass and the filth of the town
The last eunuch in court
And the last time there was sound
This is my Irminsul, this is where I rally
Your shit in the sewer but I'll tell you who built them
They did, the planners, they built it underground
Under foot and houses for the good of those around
Your shit in the sewer but I'll tell you who built them
They did, the planners, they built it underground
It's all your sins that are interesting
It's all your sins that are beautiful
Critical mass and the filth of the town
The last eunuch in court
And the last time there was sound
This is my Irminsul, this is where I rally
Your shit in the sewer but I'll tell you who built them
They did, the planners, they built it underground
Under foot and houses for the good of those around
They did, the planners, they built it underground
Under foot and houses for the good of those around
They did, the planners, they built it underground
Under foot and houses for the good of those around
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