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Anger Management
02:36
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I’m always picking fights with people in my head
over things that don’t even happen
situations that grate I just extrapolate
and I want to turn and vent my spleen at them
I’m always on the point of rage as I go through my life
I just wanna spew invective to the left and the right
and I’m such a misanthrope that I haven’t a hope
that I’ll ever cheer up inside
Is there a way of staying angry and not feeling pathetic
that I never get myself in a fight?
Is there a way of staying angry and not sometimes believing
that it’s cos I’m fucking up my life?
Is there a way of staying angry and not convincing myself
that the other guys are in the right?
Is there a way of staying angry and not feeling pathetic
that I never turn round and fight?
Anger is an energy that I can’t afford to lose
It’s the only thing that keeps me creating
It’s the only thing I can use
So I always bite my tongue and it’s just as well
cos I’d probably get a reputation
If I opened up my lips and acted out the scripts
that my brain keeps generating
I’ll be some weird old man who talks to himself
and shouts slogans in the shopping centre
at the successful mums and dads with their carrier bags
who kid themselves that this is contentment.
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Matthew is bleeding from his mouth
The knuckles of the hands he shook
They knocked him down
The Asylum Seekers had a shit goalkeeper
And the Young Offenders had some crap defenders
Well who won the match?
You know…. I can’t remember
Working as a volunteer referee
It’s not your job to keep the peace
You’d think asylum seekers would be peaceful people
And that young offenders would have to keep their temper
Well who started the fight?
You know…. I can’t remember
What you fucking Raqi’s doing in our country anyway?
Fuck you, motherfucker. We can kick your asses any day
Take out your aggression on the pitch
This is a gentleman’s game
We all love to live vicariously
Through the sporting achievements of our country
But if an asylum seeker could be England keeper
Then our team winning would just lose all meaning
And a kick in the mouth
Well that could just be the beginning…..
We are all volunteers
(we do what we want when we want to)
Even the ones who don’t really live here
Matthew is bleeding from his mouth
The knuckles of the hands he shook
They knocked him down
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On Sunday my heart stops
My children born in wedlock
Caucasians/Eurasians
Who will protect our nation?
Sweet Jesus/Crowd Pleasers
We thank you for your business
Good Christian/Bad Christian
Come to my door with leaflets
I come to you with plans to be your leader
I come to you to sing "I'm a believer"
Good Christian/Bad Christian
Baghdad can't tell the difference
Anne Coulter/Cucumber
To pledge just call this number
Salvation/Train Stations
Tax deductible donations
No piercings No dreadlocks
My children born in wedlock
Disparage gay marriage
2000 year old adage
I come to you with plans to be your leader
I come to you to sing "I'm a believer"
Good Christian/Bad Christian
Baghdad can't tell the difference
When you're singing your songs I'm a believer
When you're dropping your bombs I'm a believer
Good Christian/Bad Christian
No God only religion
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You and me and Winston Churchill
went out to the woods one day
packed up all the picnic gear and got a keg along the way
and settled in a leafy glade and passed a joint around
and Winston played us protest songs until the sun went down
he sang...
"I love my dog like a human being
take him for walks and make sure that i feed him
and he has grown into my best friend in the end."
You and me and Winston Churchill
got a house in Notting Hill
Winston got a sales job
and gorged himself on Prozac 'til
he couldn't find his dog no more
no matter where he looked
so he locked himself inside a room
with Albert Camus books
and said...
"I don't speak French but I see no reason
to not read these words when my life has no meaning
without my dog I am not the same man I was..."
You and me and Winston Churchill
went to a rave on ecstacy
He said "these brightly coloured lights and bangin' tunes do not one thing for me"
and then out of the crowd
we heard a bark resound
pawsteps came towards us we saw Winston reunited with his hound
he said...
"I love my dog like a human being
take him for walks and make sure that I feed him
and he has grown into my best friend in the end."
Love thy dog like a human being
take him for walks and make sure that you feed him
and he will grown into your best friend you can depend
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The Tree of Knowledge
04:40
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Popplewell, Tillotson, Leverhulme, Gandalf
Teacher! Teacher!
Spray the foam on the...
Spray the foam on the boy’s pectoral
The Tree of Knowledge grows from barren ground here
The apples fall from the trees in the distance
Read the names on the corridors of power
Engorged phalluses with rich parents
Thick, strong planks in the walls of a boys’ club
Our education - there is none finer
The hierarchy of sin is implicit
Heaven forfend you go near a vagina
My school reunion is not gonna happen
The Tree of Knowledge can fuck my apples
I took a bite now I can’t stay happy
The Tree of Knowledge can fuck my apples
Pray yourself to the top of the ladder
Only the chosen return to the garden
Make racist jokes until the asian kids join in
Christians like you are why God invented lions
These are the best days of our lives…
Well you ruined mine
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Startup chimes, cross the Rio de Palazzo
Boats go by, but I’m looking through the wrong window
Sentenced to life, I can stop anytime I want to
But I’ll press F5 just one more time…
I am friends with everyone you’re friends with on the internet
I can’t believe we’ve never even met!
Two-point oh – The Bridge of Sighs
I can’t remember what happened to my life
The sun is shining but only offline
The bridge of sighs
Logic Lane, we’re all lonesome mathematicians
Our deadly sins, gluttons gorged on information
Everyone knows everything stroke believes everything they’re told
two-point-oh the bridge of sighs
And if life is just a simulation
happening at the end of time
compiled from quantum information
from every single beam of light
that ever bounced of everything
converging on a point of infinitely shrinking size
then heaven’s just a bridge of sighs
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Andy, you’re breathing through your mouth
The fire in you is gonna be put out
you’re paying your attention in all the wrong directions
Your future you’re going to put in doubt
Stop! O traveller stop and read!
These carved words of warning – pay them heed!
Abandon hope all ye who enter – remain a lone dissenter
For it’s comfort and companionship you need
When all your old school enemies and friends
are doing proper jobs
You’re never going to earn as much as them
Don’t it piss you off?
You’re living an unrealistic dream
But still living it seems
And if you feel the bubble’s going to burst
Stick a pin in first
And I don’t feel I ever have to learn
There’s a troll under every bridge I burn
I got an education and hence my occupation
Is to never have an idea where to turn
They get angry and put you in your place
And the smile is wiped right off your face
You used to enjoy travelling but now you’re just unravelling
slack-jawed and starting into space
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Left to your own devices
You will forget the Memorial Hall
See in the faded newsprint
Thumbs up from the Pals
as they wave us goodbye
And I've got a girl back home
I wrote her a letter I don't suppose
I'll get a reply I only hope
she'll remember my name
Poppies we buy to remember
They sell to forget in Afghnistan
With our faith in the hands of bricklayers
We know we can sleep deep inside its walls
And as I dance in your hands tonight
and those walls shake with our dancing inside
We understand that our tribute's alright
Except that there will be more
Now we remember the disco
They're holding tonight at the Memorial Hall
I hope to meet eyes with your sister
As she stands like a flower by the plaque, by the wall
But the alcohol kicks in and somehow instead
the words on the plaque just take over my head
I think I shouldn't be dancing with so many dead
But I'm wrong
If there's a point to the fighting
any point at all
It's so we can dance in the Memorial Hall
And if drunkenness leads us to conflict
'Supporting the Troops' versus 'Not in my Name'
Someone gets bored change the subject
Before I explain how they can be the same
If we don't get revenge then the Bad Guys have won
If the winners aren't good guys that's what they become
The only point in life is just to have fun
But you're wrong
If there's a point to the fighting
any point at all
It's so we can dance in the Memorial Hall
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Simple Life/Repetition 4
06:26
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Do I seek a simple life?
Or is there life enough in these chords for two?
Do I seek a simple life?
Or is there life in these chords for me and Lu...?
This brand new dance ain’t so easy to do
It’s easy to say "create if you want to"
There aren’t enough hours in the day to create it all
We all seek a simple life
Some will dance and some will fight
Learn to dream with depression
Boil life's questions down until they become
Endless usable fragments of...
Can music ever replace God?
And if we're all just machines
For replicating genes
Then what the hell can any of this mean?
I wish I was on medication
So I had something to stop taking
And I feel deep inside
There is nothing deep inside
Just a black space behind my eyes
And I sleep in her hands
And my conscience flows like sand
Through the pinch in the glass of my life
I am just machine
(we're all just machines)
We are all machines for dancing
And when I lose my faith in song
Your love's what keeps me strong
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I found London
I wasn't looking hard
say
it like
you used to live in cardboard
suitcase packed
red alert: turban
take me away
Wednesday: foreign currency
respite from stores I know
and this isn't progress
this is fear
My feet are cut to ribbons
I cannot find my sister
please take me home, Mister
Distance, it comes between us
they come to drink my genius
please take me home, Mister
"Healthcare is a right not a privilige"
I'm sure another singer could do better than this
I'm sensible
but I'm not your bitch
Jingle Jangle bitches give you nothing but lip
lip service to the services you should have been born with
this is not good enough, is it?
come on
When you work work work
take your time time time
this is work work work
get it right right right
oh work is now the meaning of your life
keep your eye eye eye
on the clock clock clock
we are men men men
we are not not not
contraptions
there is no such thing as work
my feet are cut to ribbons
i cannot find my sister
please take me home mister
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England Expects
03:46
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Nothing's gonna happen
to your friends and family
if you don't tow the line
Nothing's gonna happen
to your unborn children
If the community dies
Do whatever England expects you to do
please forward this message to ten friends and you
will be safe from harm
always
"as far as I can see you're a going chaos"
"I'll give you a fariground ride"
Just because the programme has changed don't panic
Lay your infants down here (we all tow the line)
bathe them in this fountain
(and please close your eyes)
Respect our ethnic mixture (we all tow the line)
a moderate ensemble
(we all stoke the fire)
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Knots
01:47
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I've been keeping secrets
Through my face and through my fingers
If there's no true heart to the island
Am I leaving?
Why am I leaving>
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh...
Stop being such a dick
I have carved your name in stone
I have cursed it to the heavens
and my fingers have tied so many knots
that I can’t tell if they’re holding us together
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh...
Stop being such a dick
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02:40
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My grandmother died
with eyes in the back of her head
called a bombscare on the monarch
off the back of a nightmare
Now I'm asleep again
She is closing in
My body cooling in your arms
I am ripples on the waves
Be brave
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Pockets In Shrouds
05:02
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Your cadaver’s looking great old friend
much the way that I remember you
You didn’t live fast, you didn’t die young
But you’re leaving in a good looking suit
The omniscient narrator records
the congregation indifferently sits
though well attended your service lacks grief
merely a showreel of your greatest hits
And let’s pretend I have one last cigarette
That can call you back
from the absolute perspective of death
and talk as if we were still friends
go over the ‘remember when?’s
Your cadaver looks great but I’ll dance at your wake tonight
And it didn’t have to be this way
insert image of swingsets and slides
and it’s not because you sold me out
I never thought myself something to buy
But did £££ and ker-chings block out
the inconvenience of the sensory plain?
Though karma may yet be bought off
by stealing from the church collection plate
And let’s pretend I have been called to attest
Should you ascend on high or be cast down into the depths?
I’ll vouch always for who you once were
but never for what you became
Your cadaver looks great but I’ll dance at your wake tonight
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Pretty as a picture
Clutching a brightly coloured spritzer
bedecked with a paper umbrella
Not saying a word
I ask her if she ever wonders if she really enjoys her life
But how can I presume to know
what someone else thinks?
How can I presume to know…?
I think I’ve had too much to drink
Propping up the economy
cos you don’t know what else to do
That’s why millionaires
need people like you
I don’t need you to fight my battles for me
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Electronica fuelled indiepop from South Wales.
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