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1. |
We're Closing In
04:43
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We’re Closing In
The hope is getting thinner
But still growing in the mirror,
We're closing in
We're closing in.
We're closing in on the politicians who talk like
Chat-‐show hosts or
Game-‐show hosts Selling no-‐hope votes
For long dead ghosts In this non-‐stop, Long-‐lost,
One-‐stop-‐ shut up shop of a world.
We're closing in on Reality Stars
Dying on camera
And exploited in full knowledge In view of a pay packet
That doesn't add up
We're closing in on the empty
Bitching of envy.
And the competition of how to reach the lowest rung quickest
We're closing in We're closing in
We're closing in on the ones Driven to do their worst
By the failings of their Fathers And the errors of the state
We'll see if there's a break And we'll do what we can
To assist them.
We're closing in on the ones
Who would bracket you up
Or hole you up
Or box you up into
Neat Little Compartments.
These labels have no place or meaning.
Freedom is more than a word.
We're closing in on the ones
Who think art is luxury
And not necessity.
Not the transportation to keep mind and soul alive
And we're closing in
On the Fakers
And all those time-‐wasters
Who regularly try our minds
We're closing in on the bankers
And the wankers
Who found out for real
This time
We're closing in On fear of change
Fear of difference
And fear itself
It freezes thought
And strips us of our Humanity.
We're closing in
On ignorance born of greed
Dead from need
Dried out the seed.
We're closing in
On complacency and apathy
Because it could always happen again
Here or anywhere else.
We're closing in
On hate crimes
Real as day.
And dark as night
We're closing in
And we won't stop
Until there is the
Unity and
Responsibility To see the Reality
That we are born of stars
And can reach them again.
We're closing in.
We're closing in
We're closing … in.
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2. |
Movement
04:56
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Movement
You wake up get out of bed
Feel the buzzing in your head
Coffee tastes just like regret
And there's an unpaid mental debt
Watcher at the window observes in full
Putting off all the things you should do
Like being productive active for the cause
Get in line and open up the door
We're tracking you
Every movement
We're tracking you
Everything you do
You'll never be free from observation
And you'll never escape moderation
The closure occurs when you carry out your job
Only seconds to comply or you'll soon get lost
It's us and you and us and them
When you don't do what we want you to do
It's the shutting of a door and the closing of a page
With no new chapter and no new a g e
We're tracking you
Every movement
(And) We're tracking you
Everything you do
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3. |
Respected
03:22
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Respected
You can't just expect respect straight off It takes a bit more time
To build up the debt of bluster and threat That's paid back in kind
When you put the work in
The rewards don't all arrive at once
And then like the buses more than one turns up
And you get back on the top deck
And back in your step
And back on the front foot
And back on the right track
Without worrying about your hits
Posting all your feelings and dreaming up the meanings
Can be quiet or it can be loud
But bringing toil to the soil of an overburdened soul
Can stand the shed in good stead
There's got to be a work rate with all your work mate
And the work means all of these things
Like checking the shape and the context and pace
And whether it makes any sense
Like checking all the facts and keeping your contract
And catching before you fall.
Keep on reading And Keep on writing
And Keep on signing And Keep on trying
Keep on reading And Keep on writing
And Keep on signing it on
Drowning in a flood made deeper by tweets
Like a bird floundering in the sky
Unable to open its wings and fly
Struggling in a tarmac glaze of despondency
This is a commuter town in the rain
And the last stop is spinning round again
Round again, round again, round again
Yeah it's spinning round again.
Respected. Is this what you expected
Laughter from the masses
And scripture from the cloud
This is not what you were prescribed
The diagnosis is blind. ….... blind.
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4. |
Digital Ghosts
05:00
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Digital Ghosts
The end is the start
The start is the end
This is a straight line
But watch how it bends
They look and they see
An explosion of red and black
Just outside their window
They don't know if they're
looking forward or back
And now they hear music and begin to understand
The dance and the magic with burning left hands
The shower of light in the gardens of sin
They're always outside when the winds come in
They know all their names
And they have had many
And they know they'll return
Just like a bad penny
This place was their home until we turfed them all out
But when they return there will be no shout
Just a quiet breeze in the universal mind
A whisper on point, and specifically timed
These things that we banish lurk on in the space
Behind the eyes, so hard to erase
The ghosts we forget still have the strength
To get their payback along a new wavelength
The end is the start
The start is the end
This is a straight line
But watch how it bends
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5. |
Propaganda Crime
05:07
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Propaganda Crime
Everyday writing, furnishing truth
Reappraising falsehoods for dubious use
We're paid by the impact of what the words do
Re-‐branding of meaning, the old and the new
We want to see sunlight, but we're deep underground
Serving the faceless with vision and sound
Making the populace believe what is best
Inspiring the fervor and passing the test.
We're dreamers aligned In Propaganda Crime
We can make you think what we want you to think
And we can build a new wall brick by brick by brick
The key to the plan is engage to enrage
By ticking the boxes most likely to inflame
The past repeats and so do the lies
The ones that form a path to despise
If you want to know the stone cold truth
Look beyond the type and stare straight in the eyes
We're dreamers aligned In Propaganda Crime
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6. |
Disconnect
04:39
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Disconnect
Downtime in the Downtown
Offline and on point
Got a new connection
To help figure it all out
Got to bring back the feeling
And lose all of the doubt
Got to find a new meaning
And got to work it all out
On the phone to nowhere
I don't want to hear
Shouting all of your secrets
It goes in one ear
Stop sucking up airwaves
And stop polluting my brain
This is your life repeating
And then slipping away
This is your life repeating
Anything more to say?
Disconnect and reconnect and try again
Hang up, call back later try something new
Yeah, Disconnect and reconnect and try again
Hang up, call back later try again
Downtime in the downtown
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7. |
I Caught Religion
04:24
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CAUGHT RELIGION OFF A TOILET SEAT
The high-speed head-band and the bassline killer
My English teeth got caught in vanilla
The pink elephant in this midnight room
Is life in a Southern town out of the tomb
Like a politician found dead in a lay by
With an orange in his mouth and a sentence to flyby
Had a big heart or so they say
But perhaps it was enlarged from day to day?
Like in that film Memento
I think I found you
But my memory wavers
I caught religion off a toilet seat
I caught religion off a toilet seat
Robbie the Robot and Metal Mickey
Are tugging at your shirtsleeves
Asking the time please
Mad world on a tin whistle
Jesus shopped at Aldi
And I shop down the market place
Another pritt stick sticks bits to my paper
I'll be cutting words and bins till December
Driving the classroom insane
With empty promises for the future heading down the drain
I caught religion off a toilet seat
I caught religion off a toilet seat
Here's a creation myth it-and-see
In the beginning there was nothing
But you and me
And the Silicon Teens
I need spiritual guidance
I need some providence
I need proper answers
And I need more total silence
Grab a hold of yourself
And get on with your massive life
I caught religion off a toilet seat
I caught religion off a toilet seat
The walls and the boundaries begin to blur
The marked distinctions fade and whir
And then disappear completely
The spiraling hills and low slung valleys
Shake off their manacles and their shackles
And we see how the land truly lies
I quit religion and closed the door
I quit religion and settled the score
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8. |
The Fading Cross
03:57
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Planet Fall
05:06
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Planet Fall
She painted a picture every day
Finished it off, then threw it away
Into the fire to burn off the dreams
The hopes and the fears
The laughs and the screams
I'd like to know what she wanted
And why she didn't keep evidence
I have it on trust
That she was to create and destroy
The world above and beyond the sky
She’s standing naked before your battle arms
Your fear is only as real as her sacred heart
She’s sailing against the tide, toward the stars
Your planet falls,
Your planet falls...
Scar tissue and realignment of veins
This virus is attacking all the same
And we're the virus right now
There's a sign and a flash of light
A warning to change our mind
To swerve, to dive and reassign
To do something different from last time
She was telling us all along
She’s standing naked before your battle arms
Your fear is only as real as her sacred heart
She’s sailing against the tide, toward the stars
Your planet falls,
Your planet falls...
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10. |
The Shadow Narrative
03:59
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The Shadow Narrative
The picture freezes over and the crackle appears
Spent far too long looking for a way to cure fear
Sound and vision melting as I approach the stage
Then slowly reconfigures as the motive gets framed
It's all about the suspected sub-plot
The one written on auto without all the dots
Without all the copy used to sell lies
An examination of what lives behind
The Shadow Narrative (It’s a broken dream)
The Shadow Narrative (An invisible machine)
The Shadow Narrative (For the whims of the wealthy)
The Shadow Narrative...
The Shadow Narrative – a dialogue with oneself
Talking to the ether with a bottle off the shelf
Sipping on the potion to drown out all the screams
Posing for the camera with a smile to meet the dreams
Bring it on back to the doubles in the bed
The ones so out of focus they start messing with your head
Talking over thoughts as they suddenly get close
Rip the whole thing up and measure out a dose
The Shadow Narrative (It’s a broken dream)
The Shadow Narrative (An invisible machine)
The Shadow Narrative (For the whims of the wealthy)
The Shadow Narrative…
The scene is slowly shifting and now drawing to an end
But the curtains still twitching while we're going round the bend
Ceiling lights diminished and fog is in the sky
Keep the script together and have another try – The Shadow Narrative.
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11. |
Island of Myths
02:10
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Island of Myths
This island
This island of myths
This temporal zone
For dreams and the fix
A wave from the beach
And a snarl from beyond
The politicians they preach
A dividing song
Going back to the past
With story not fact
Addressed as a means
To defend and attack
This island
This island of myths
This temporal zone
For dreams and the fix
The clouds open up
And bring on the rain
Ships caught off guard
And follow down the drain
Where ghosts and shadows
Mix with the slaves
A legend reconsidered
Handcuffed and in chains
This island
This island of myths
This temporal zone
For dreams and the fix
This island
This island of myths
This temporal zone
For dreams and the fix
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12. |
Undercover
04:04
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Undercover
I can see through you and the things that you do
But I can't read myself
I can suss out the time and the date and the place
But I can't see what's in front of my face
I know who's who and what they all do
But I'm losing on my own
I can tap all the phones and redirect drones
But I can't see inside
I can sabotage homes from the darkest of zones
But I don't know where you are
I can hack into dreams, and work out the schemes
But I'm lost inside, so let me, explain, let me explain
UNDER COVER, LOOKING FOR SHELTER
UNDER COVER, LOOKING FOR SHELTER
WE’RE UNDER COVER, JUST LOOKING FOR SHELTER
WE’RE UNDER COVER, JUST LOOKING FOR SHELTER
It wasn't always like this, don't we know,
a melody in the skies
There were patterns in time, and lies to define
and different songs to sing
Now all I get, is waiting in a line,
and a memory of the past
I want sunshine, I want music
I want the chance to use it
I need to dance in the lost midnight,
Cause I'm undercover and out of sight
I can study the tapes and all the files
But I don't know where you are,
Now I'm undercover and underground
Hiding in the shelter,
waiting for a sound,
waiting for a sound….
UNDER COVER, LOOKING FOR SHELTER
UNDER COVER, LOOKING FOR SHELTER
WE’RE UNDER COVER, JUST LOOKING FOR SHELTER
WE’RE UNDER COVER, JUST LOOKING FOR SHELTER
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THE GUY UPSTAIRS IS A SERIAL KILLER
So now I'm lying in my bed staring at the ceiling
Eyes blinking and not quite believing
Because blood is seeping through the poly-filler
The guy upstairs is a serial killer
The reddish stuff is slowly dripping on my pillow
Whether I'm awake or dreaming I still don’t know
I bet he's dancing naked to Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'
The guy upstairs is a serial killer
I’ve seen him in the hallway eyes like Mansun,
Someone’s in the cupboard waiting for a ransom
He’ll bring your daughter to the slaughter like that hun Atilla
The guy upstairs is a serial killer
I’m sure that when he wants to have a laugh
He takes a prostitute to the acid-baths
He loves to kill like Charles loves Camilla
The guy upstairs is a serial killer
I’m sure he’s been this way since he was a nipper
I bet the posters on his walls were of The Yorkshire Ripper
He’s seen more savage beatings than your average gorilla
The guy upstairs is a serial killer
As a kid he probably pulled the wings off insects
And as a kid he probably experienced incest
And excuse me for this night-time chiller
But the guy upstairs is a serial killer
He’s coming downstairs!
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Call to me
I'll call to you
An echo of the past
Speak to me
I'll speak to you
A message bound to last
There'll be no toiling anymore
No coming home and hiding behind the door
Dance with me,
I'll dance with you
Above the sun and moon
Sing to me,
I'll sing to you
A song that ends too soon.
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15. |
Sephyster
06:03
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Echo Rescue Sydney, Australia
Echo Rescue are a Sydney-based electronic act specialising in a unique combination of pop sensibility, psychedelic
experimentation and poetic lyricism.
Comprising of the synth-led production aesthetic of Alberto Martinez and the deadpan vocal delivery of Robert W. Monk, Echo Rescue provide a darkly melancholic tone to their dystopian sonic wanderings.
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