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Evil Eye
05:21
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Sweet lord change the music
So bored of listening to stupid
Evil eye, evil eye
Retain sweat and take your family for pizza
What? You bet. Is that spelled Liza or Lisa?
How did it come to this? Rich, white supremacists
Can we just start again, free from this cattle pen?
How did it come to this? They’re killing pacifists
Can we just start again, swimming in albumen?
Evil eye, evil eye
Laughingstock stuck on repeat like a stopped clock
Spewing all your hatred through the shock-jocks
Running joke tried to provoke us but your plan broke
Didn’t think that we could slip the chokehold, take off the blindfold
He’s lost control again and we’re not falling for your fool’s gold
We’re not falling for your fool’s gold
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Ducks
03:53
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When all you seem to get for your tears and sweat
Is the fuzzy end of the lollipop
When you reach for the plate – just crumbs no cake
Or your swan-dive turns into a belly-flop
When the world is grey and you’re feeling blue
And everyone’s staring at their iPhones
Here’s a trick, here’s a tip, here’s the thing to do
Grab a needle and sew on rhinestones
No, no, don’t let it go. Line all your ducks up in a row
No, no, don’t let it go. Line all your ducks up in a row
Bring me your poor and huddled masses. Bring them to me quick
I’m handing out rose-tinted glasses. I can heal the sick
And all the people that think they know you – they don’t know shit
Climb aboard my little pony. Let’s take an ego-trip
No, no, don’t let it go. Line all your ducks up in a row
No, no, don’t let it go. Line all your ducks up in a row
Let’s go!
Hey Mr Sad-and-Lonely don’t be glum
If you feel like the world has chewed you up, well
Blow that bubble-gum! Blow that bubble-gum!
And give me double-thumbs. Yeah!
Blow that bubble-gum! And give me double-thumbs
No, don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let it go.
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Let's Kill Some Animals
04:21
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Let’s kill some animals if we see them
Let’s eat their babies and burn their homes
They’re only animals. We don’t need them
Let’s feed them poison and break their bones
Teething, teething
Let’s kill some animals if we see them
Let’s fill the bloodbath up to the brim
They’re only animals. Take or leave them
Let’s drain the bodies and wear the skins
Teething, teething
Go forth, multiply, subdue and over every living thing have dominion
Let’s kill some animals if we see them
Shoot the last one and spill its brains
They were only animals. Perhaps we’ll dream them
Let’s build a fire and watch the flames
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Dick Hates Snowflakes
03:44
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He’s got hate and hate tattooed on his fingers
And a face like a bulldog licking piss off stingers
Open his head just like a Pez inside’s a tv series
With David Icke on Channel 5 – True Conspiracy Theories
He’s anti-vac, the earth is flat and ruled by secret lizards
Libtard snowflakes search pizzagate and don’t call him Dick, it’s Richard
Marching along holding a placard
But he spelt it wrong it said ‘White Loaves Matter’
Open his head just like a Pez inside’s a tv series
With David Icke on Channel 5 – True Conspiracy theories
He’s anti-vac, the earth is flat and ruled by secret lizards
Libtard snowflakes search pizzagate and don’t call him Dick it’s Richard
Cameras trace your every step hooked-up to the internet
5Gs spread by smart machines through phone masts built by the Chinese
Covid is just a bunch of lies used to sell toilet roll supplies
Fists of hate and hate until he punched some windows
Now that say ate hat because he lost two fingers
Open his head just like a Pez inside’s a tv series
With David Icke on Channel 5 – True Conspiracy theories
He’s anti-vac, the earth is flat and ruled by secret lizards
Libtard snowflakes search pizzagate and don’t call him Dick, it’s Richard
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Magazine Heads
05:03
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Do you want to be in magazines?
You know the ones that show people. Glossy magazines
Real, so real. Fly with eagles in the mountains
Feels so real. Swim with dolphins through Atlantis
Aim high. Live your best life. Make those dreams come true
Are you hip? Insert the chip and let the you be you
Real, so real. Catch a cloud and climb inside it
Feels so real. Close your eyes it’s raining diamonds
Welcome username test1 your avatar is pending
Would you like to customise? Bank your bit or spend it?
Enter into this domain and live your life through proxies
Farewell to those left behind. They didn’t tick the boxes
Do you want to be in data streams?
You know the ones that show people. Computer data streams
Real, so real. The world that this replaces
Feels so real. It's like you but different faces
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Mycelium
06:54
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Make me a nest of leaves and put a stone in my mouth
These thorns and vines and poisoned rhymes they won’t let me out
I know this place, this reflected face is a ghost in the night
Lost in the woods, poor Red Riding-Hood tie that black ribbon tight
Mycelium, snow-white threads
Join the living to the dead
Mycelium, a trail of crumbs
Something wicked this way comes
Those moon-fat skies and fireflies I never forgot
There’s a buried jewel near a shallow pool where an axe marks the spot
Among the blooms, that sweet perfume is the smell of decay
Below our feet, secrets to keep and never betray
Mycelium, a silken gown
For Sleeping Beauty underground
Mycelium, prick my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
Where the rose and the ivy grows at the dark water’s edge
It’s icy-cold and there’s a bitter mould of frost in my chest
I shift and stir beneath the earth, but I’m kept out of sight
Make the ribbon wind and lead the blind - pull me up to the light
Mycelium, breathe the spores
Fruiting bodies through the floor
Mycelium, fills my lungs
Something wicked this way comes
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Numband
04:21
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New Adam, New Eve
03:53
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Take one look at their squashed-up little faces
Those crazy kids are in love
Foaming at the bit like dogs with rabies
Hand me those rubber gloves
Hold tight, spaceflight, fly me to the moon
Adam and Eve, planting seeds, let them crossbreed
Ova and spermatozoon
Slingshotting through the ice rings of Uranus
And doing it in zero Gs
Splashing down in Mare Fecunditatis
And swimming in the lunar cheese
Hold tight, spaceflight, fly me to the moon
Adam and Eve, planting seeds, let them crossbreed
Ova and spermatozoon
Bruce Dern in his duodecahedron
Matt Damon stuck on Mars
They had it easy. It’s hard to keep on fucking
While the world below you falls apart
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Whirligig
03:48
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Lying on a roundabout and staring at the thunderclouds
The nausea only hits you when you stop
Hiding in the undergrowth, our hands inside each other’s clothes
We kissed until your cold-sore blister popped
Spinning slowly, losing sense, past-imperfect, present-tense
Daggers made from lolly sticks we tried to kick against the pricks
But how d’you fight a cue ball in a sock?
Breaking up and smashing plates and lashing out with razor-bladed words
That cut with every little strop
Spinning slowly, losing sense, past-imperfect, present-tense
This is the time and the place
This is the place and the time
Fault lines that don’t leave a trace
Cannot be traced in a line
Turning into someone else you realise that callous self-obsession
Is what really hurts the most
So clear the air and clear the decks and call it love and not just sex
This addiction needs another dose
Spinning slowly, losing sense, past-imperfect, present-tense
This is the time and the place
This is the place and the time
Fault lines that don’t leave a trace
Cannot be traced in a line
They cannot be traced in a line
The nausea only hits you when you stop
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Corncob
03:41
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I came, I saw, I conquered, all I left behind was a trail of destruction
What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is mine too
It’s just a simple matter of reduction
You can’t win, I can’t lose, the dice are loaded
It’s the house that makes the rules
It’s not fair. You want your money back
You should have thought of that before you played the fool
Hell yeah, corn cob
Strip the leaves off your flesh like the dress that you wore out
Spitting kitten in the kitchen with her claws out
Now you’re scratching at my door and it’s gone midnight
Yellow turtleneck pulled up to hide the love-bites
But you know I can’t be angry with you tease me, tease me
C’mon squeeze me, please me, ‘cos I’m tugging at your torn skirt
And begging on my knees baby
Hell yeah, corn cob
Just the thought of all that hot butter spread across your dimples
Swear to god you give me goose-pimples
Yeah, I’m a red-faced pig with the sweat flops
But you’re the sauna pouring water on these hot rocks
Sweetcorn popping you steamed up the window shopping
I got my back against the record machine, against the record machine
Against the record machine, baby
I came, I saw, I conquered, all I left behind was a trail of destruction
What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is mine too
It’s just a simple matter of seduction
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Moths
05:25
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Take my hand now, things are gonna get rough
But it’s too late to make changes
We have found out pigs at the trough
Don’t take kindly to strangers
Fire and brimstone rained from above
Is how they said the world ended
As it turned out, oddly enough
We didn’t need God to send it
Switch to: slo-mo choking on smoke grenades
Blown by the rotor blades
Fade out: tableaux we’re far from the everglades
So far from the everglades
Take the wheel now sleeping is tough
When you don’t know who’s out there
Must keep moving can’t afford to go soft
A million miles from nowhere
Like a demon drive through the night
Looping Station to Station
Stay inside my TVC15
And hope and pray for salvation
Cut to: flashback the sun in your mirror shades
Peace signs and love parades
Close-up: tyre-tracks like tan-lines on shoulder blades
That lead to the barricades
O my love could we fly to the furthest star?
Fly to the furthest star
If we set free all the moths in the killing jar?
Moths in the killing jar
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The pub was heaving, three-deep at the bar
Death metal singer in the Seven Stars
His band were playing at The Fleece next door
We heard them sound-checking through the toilet walls
And he went “urghh mmfff rarrg squeee. Bristol!
We are Anal Fistula Necrotic Autopsy
A pint of cider held above the crowd
He headed for the jukebox it was turned up loud
In went the money - couldn’t believe our ears
From the speakers came Toxic by Britney Spears
And she went ‘It’s getting late to give you up
I took a sip from the Devil’s cup
Too high can’t come down
It’s in my head spinning round and round’
If you judge the cover you judge the book
If you judge the lover you judge the look
A Yippie yi-yay a yi-yay yippee
Yeah his next choice was The Look of Love by ABC
Everyone was singing at the top of their lungs
Someone fetched the guitars, the bass and the drums
A circle-pit got started with a shove and a push
They did a metal cover of Babooshka by Kate Bush
And they went “urghh mmfff rarrg squeee. Bristol!
We are Anal Fistula Necrotic Autopsy
And we went “AY, AY, Babooshka, Babooshka
AY, AY Babooshka, babooshka AY-AY!
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