Eating Animals

by Snailhead

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1.
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
2.
02:29
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
02:21
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
6.
Nana's medicine [repeat]
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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
11.
02:25
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
12.
02:26
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
13.
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
14.
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
15.
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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released October 5, 2012

All tracks by Snailhead except:
Tracks 3,8,11 and 13 featuring Timothy Zen.
Track 5 featuring A Problem Like Maria.
Track 8 with GH_ST.
Track 10 with Das Beat.
Tracks 14 and 15 featuring Water Gun Water Gun Sky Attack.


Additional music and vocals throughout by. JW, MM, AB and DL.

Mastered by Rekapper.

Artwork from www.danny-long.com

Thank you to: JW, DL, MM, AB, Timothy Zen, Das Beat, Rekapper, A Problem Like Maria, Water Gun Water Gun Sky Attack, Greg Oldfield, GH_ST and everyone in The Hai.

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