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No One's Saying Wow
02:40
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It can't be right - prove them wrong. Fortune divides weak and strong. Ever-maligned, worshipped long: Darwinian eyes purge through song. You've seen stars: Thought you'd buy. Wear your worth. Pleading eyes.
I can see all the people standing here in front of me and watch the whole world falling in love...with itself. I can see no-one here who's worthy to fulfil their dream. I watch the whole world falling in love with itself.
Plenty in the crowd but no one's saying wow.
Soap-sudded lives maketh not stars in my eyes; jaded, lost. Rapture in life; Lourdes for dross. Jesters and swine caper on.
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Kay Bab
02:36
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Wednesday. 3am. Drunk on Stratford Road. Polystyrene tray full of God knows what...
I must be crunk slash insane doing this walk, eating from vile fodder made to be thrown up
My favourite martyrs and saints are stumbling jokes beating a hasty retreat to watering holes
Ticked the 'social' box; paid my debt to fun
Ducked out as sheep raved to NME junk
I have a touch of malaise
I've seen it all; racing past without a look of recognition
My favourite part of the day is stumbling home; hurtling towards fitful sleep and hungover work
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Seven Hells
03:32
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I see the way that everybody looks when you walk into the room;
'Here we go again'
Awkward and phased and everyone's dismayed and it's blatant
Weak at the knees when she RSVPs
They've all taken to their beds; 'sick' - like in her head
Caught in her gaze and no-one here's amazed when her face drops
They stopped giving a shiz
Every time she would fit
Seems the damaged tragic ones form our wants
Heed the warning in the words to this song;
If you work with fools people smirk at you
Knowing nothing in your world holds much worth
I see the way that everybody sane takes to throwing down their pints
Drinking for their lives
Legs start to twitch; they've seen 'The Exorcist' and they're way gone
Left by ourselves adrift in seven hells and I'm Dante in the fire
Hampered by her ire
Cursed to collude with evil; play it's tune like I'm Vader.
They stopped giving a flip
Every time she would schitz
Seems the damaged tragic ones form our wants
Heed the warning in the words to this song;
If you work with fools people smirk at you
Knowing nothing in your world holds much worth to you...
Fire - meet flames
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4. |
Dear Friends
02:59
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I'd saved words but had thought better of saying them in case I offended part of our friendship;
But now I think it's time.
I had been in a slump; watching the world and not taking part
You gave me confidence in my ability to shine bright.
I have been bitten but this venom hold a cure.
I have been bitten
I always thought it deranged; relying on anyone and I didn't mind wandering around in a daze -
Until I met everyone who's with me tonight
Dear friends, you're my life
I've done things I regret: liable to lack of self respect, overwrought, over-dramatic...
But you always set me right
We had laughs and then tears when we were growing up and got dumped by the girls we were not worthy of:
Nowadays we're better guys
I have been bitten but this venom hold a cure.
I have been bitten
I always thought it deranged; relying on anyone and I didn't mind wandering around in a daze -
Until I met everyone who's with me tonight
Dear friends, you're my life
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5. |
Waiting For The Sun
03:24
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You wait for warmth all winter long then waste your sunlit hours indoors!
Locked up in a room inside my house
Clawing at the windowpane and all I see is drought
Can't it hear me shout?!
Pressed up to the glass I watch the sky
Feeling like Rapunzel locked inside a tower of night
Can't it hear me shout?!
I'm waiting for the sun to come out
The sphere ignites!
Reliant skies weep on the days he fails to shine
You made your vows and close your mind
A vote for dark's depression primed
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6. |
Wake Up The Lions
04:13
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Make up your mind: Think hard and choose either left or right
Stay of execution's worse than dying
Nobody minds; that said, their patience is wearing thin and more to the point it's cruel to him
Why?!
Wake up the lions!
When you wake up the lions your Rome's in fast decline
When you wake up the lions...
Power derived from apathetically drifting by
Your selfishness is a cliff to climb
Germaine won't cry; that said the queue of bereft is thin and one of these days you'll beg to be liked...
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Shana Tova Birmingham, UK
“Birmingham’s best kept secret…beautiful pop”” - Tom Robinson Show, BBC6 Music
Intricate indie for fans of This Town Needs Guns and Tangled Hair with the brain-baiting catchiness of perfect pop: Subversive earworms.
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