1. |
Fingertrap
02:54
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These words are like a fingertrap
Cos I can’t tell you where to look…
But this contrived show of authority
It seems to have you on its hook!
Sitting underneath the shoes of giants,
And your rejection of the truth is the reason why you’re suffering in silence…
And you discuss alternate paradigms
Like you’ve discovered diet coke…
But on the backs are the ingredients
And there you’ll see that it’s a joke!
Sitting underneath the shoes of giants,
And your reluctance to see through is getting in the way of self-reliance…
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2. |
Vampire
02:05
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Is it getting darker?
So dark that I can’t see?
Please give me an answer
To which my senses can agree.
Vampire in the mirror
Of my moral self-reflection,
Your image starts to fade
When you bite me with affection…
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3. |
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All ideas are dangerous
Whoever told you that they weren’t
So you could try and buy the change you want
To see in the third world
And all of your books…
Are merely crutches for your information.
We’d be better off without them
And their lies of indoctrination.
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4. |
WWID?
03:28
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What Would I Do?
Without you…
By my side?
And without you…
What Would I Do??
At night…
I’d stare at all the unwashed dishes and I’d start to cry…
And I’d question every whim of existence and think about death!
O’ when can I get some rest?!
And how can I expect the best!?
When the game is rigged and the police are all pigs and I’ve nothing to show for my bets!!
You left me alone…
You left me alone in my head!
You left me alone…
You left me alone in my bed
(Death)
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5. |
Open Wide
02:07
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It used to be a lot harder
To see the world in a different way.
The past has been revived
So you can throw those old clippings away.
And would you try the taste of truth
If it chased you down with a spoon?
Open wide
And see with your eyes
Here comes an aeroplane or 2…
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6. |
Knocked Down
02:53
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He’s just a man with a Renault Megane
Tryna make ends meet
Well he sells his ganj from a rundown van
On a corner of the street.
This young client was the next to buy it
Arranged up for a meet
But then comes fire from across the wire
In an undercover sting
Knocked down knocked down…
Knocked down knocked down…
Knocked down knocked down…
Knocked down knocked down
Not down Not down Not down…
He’s just a man without the van
Yeah they took away his things
And now his brand new mission’s to get out of prison
From clipped down silver wings
But now his records are marked on every job he now starts
Outside that small town ring
His options such that there’s no choice but
To keep on hustling
Knocked down knocked down
Knocked down knocked down
Knocked down knocked down
Knocked down knocked down
Knocked out knocked out knocked out…
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Stockholm Syndrome and The Golden Rule
Make the think tank equivalent
Of a fossil fuel
For making up new rules.
The sheepish desire is to be the shepherd
The fool in a foolish world seems oh so clever…
I hope you get the message.
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8. |
Sleepwalking
03:05
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Sound of paranoia
In the streets
The rules have been changing
As we sleep…
Keep on walking
Down the road to your enslavement
In your sleep talking
Inciting worthless hatred
In your sleep working
Towards dream occupations
Under sheets turning…
Publish or perish
You know the routine
Keep yourselves in line
Behind the winning team
And say whatever you like
As long as it’s nothing
Take your permission to write
Keep on bluffing
Freedom for security
It’s nothing nothing nothing…
Sacrificing liberty
It’s nothing nothing nothing…
Talking while you’re sound asleep
It’s nothing nothing nothing…
It’s brighter than you’ve ever seen
It’s nothing nothing nothing…
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9. |
Moam Chomsky
06:17
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Holding out for one chance
Stacked against the odds of lottery.
Routine can make you feel bad
Waiting for the human of your dreams.
You’re jaded and romantic
Foolish as you’re smart
Leave old paintings in the attic which clutter up the past
And that is how…
We’re gonna deal with all this now.
We’re gonna deal with all this…
Apprehension worms its way into commitments
Like a mould between the cracks.
Keeping you unglued
And holding out the chains behind your back.
In the shower after sex
With all these guilty feelings
You’ve been trying to repress
In the intermittent screaming
Of a thousand little deaths
Making it harder to accept
So what you gonna do about it now?
What you gonna do about it now…
What you gonna do about it!
It’s could be right
It’s could be left
It’s something blue
And something red
It’s somewhere East
And somewhere West
It’s everywhere except the self
It’s somewhere starved
And overfed
Somewhere now
And never yet
Still alive
And long since dead
It’s in your head…
It’s in your head…
Your manufacture of dissent… !
What you gonna do about it now…
It’s okay now…
I think I’m gonna lay down.
Next to you…
That’s what I’m gonna do.
And Without You…
What Would I Do?
What Would I Do?
Without You…
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