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beginning or an end
03:26
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beginning or an end
feels like falling when you’re talking
and we’ll never reach the ground
there is no resistance
just insistence
gently turning us around
don’t let the countdown start again
is this beginning or an end
don’t let the countdown start again
is this beginning or an end
feels like flying
endless diving
through each other’s future where
face to face we have escaped
embracing
smiling as we dare
don’t let the countdown start again
is this beginning or an end
don’t let the countdown start again
is this beginning or an end
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2. |
rusting inside
04:03
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rusting inside
yellow and blue bright coloured cocktails that you use
to contradict monochromed dazed dull thoughts
your life is for living your way of course
it’s such an intricate, delicate pain
assembling pieces from shadows and dust
while trembling delirium mixes it all up
it’s not so funny - it’s not so funny feeling like death
it’s kind of fun though
knowing you’ll do it over again
it’s not so funny - it’s not so funny feeling like death
it’s kind of fun though
knowing you’ll do it all again
all over again
time stops
the shock of it rocks you and then tilts you
horizons crisscrossing as they spill you
next to the precipice edge
splitting apart all the seams in your head
assembling pieces from shadows and dust
while trembling delirium mixes it all up
poisoning choices melting your face
like a hot tallowed wick
blackout and tremors and uncertain fate
shaking dice to begin it again
begin it again
it’s not so funny - it’s not so funny feeling like death
it’s kind of fun though
knowing you’ll do it over again
it’s not so funny - it’s not so funny feeling like death
it’s kind of fun though
knowing you’ll do it all again
all over again
assembling pieces from shadows and dust
while trembling delirium mixes it up
rusting inside, just to survive
much of our lives are spent
rusting inside
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3. |
blues run red
04:45
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blues run red
we know it deep in our bones
just how their tyranny spreads
we know how chill wind blows
when the blues run red
nothing changes with a price on your head
nothing changes ‘til the blues run red
something wicked, something cruel
is rationing our daily bread
hungry for power and feudal rule
that’s when the blues run red
nothing changes with a price on your head
nothing changes ‘til the blues run red
swinging on the gibbet are all the dreams of better times
it only changes when you break it and are committed to the crime
for the cause of the quick witted to overthrow the next crusade
and from its ruin build beginnings of a better world today
choose who writes the history
choose who will tell the tales
of vanquished and the victory of the devil or the slave
(swinging on the gibbet are the dreams of better days)
of vanquished and the victory of the devil or the slave
the devil or the slave
nothing changes with a price on your head
nothing changes ‘til the blues run red
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4. |
one of these days
03:11
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one of these days
living thinly
on second hand stories
constantly moving away
subliminally gilding
proving the premise
truth is just something you say
it’s so throwaway
you smile like a stoic
but inside you know it
diminishing fictions can’t last
historically phobic
refusing rebuttals
lost in a tangle of pasts
forgetting how to ask
one of these days
you’re going to wake up
and realise that I’ve been gone too long
to remember my face
feel an empty place
sooner or later wonder what went wrong
hey hey hey
one of these days
hey hey hey hey
one of these days
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5. |
the great anarchy
03:18
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the great anarchy
you’ve been telling yourself stories
nurturing and reasonable words
mandates and constitutions scarred
with promises scattering like leaves
you’re celebrating stagnant glory
a contempt witness overheard
too cowed and awed to disregard
eugenicists swaggering like thieves
and now the chaos in your head
is leaking out and through your hands
it calls to rage bursting your heart
fuel that primal screams demand
feel the burning in your throat
invite the uprising to sing
hear its serenade explode
let the great anarchy begin
let the great anarchy begin
the great anarchy begins
you’re waving tiny paper flags
to cover up the cracks of realisation
the house of card sharps
is just a palace built of wax
burn the liars
light the fires
you’re fabricating phantasms, repressing higher mind
lest the unfettered truth expose illuminati to the blind
those willing dislocated
self-deludingly enshrine their own extinction
unwittingly colluding in the crime
burn the liars
light the fires
light the fire
and now the chaos in your head …etc
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6. |
lab rat
04:48
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lab rat
you can’t do this and you can’t do that
turn every which way and they’ll turn you right back
you won’t think this and you can’t say that
every dog has a day, you’re just a white lab rat
you can’t turn left so you’ve got to go right
where there’s no real choices ‘til you rise up and fight
if you take their money, then they’ve bought your life
they’ll lead you to their labyrinth of greed and spite
evolution’s revolution lays bewildered and amazed
unsuccessfully seeking solutions
there are bread and circuses this way
it’s a sad bad fact you’re just a white lab rat
you won’t see the cage, too crazed and dazed
by trivial rewards of dangerous bait
you’ll blindly crawl in a crippling state
to the only truth: live dissection waits
going to cut you
cut you
cut out your heart
evolution’s revolution lays bewildered and amazed
unsuccessfully seeking solutions
there are bread and circuses this way
it’s a sad bad fact you’re just a white lab rat
(run rat run
run rat run)
they’ll watch you run round and round
see them come as their boots crush down
poison lies from broken clowns with guileless eyes
who watch you drown
choose your fate
don’t hesitate
evolution’s revolution lays bewildered and amazed
unsuccessfully seeking solutions
there are bread and circuses this way
evolution’s revolution lays bewildered and amazed
unsuccessfully seeking solutions
there are bread and circuses this way
it’s a sad bad fact you’re just a white lab rat
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7. |
breakout
04:05
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breakout
living at the edge
moving off grid to
lose complacencies
always seeking something new
free from same old words
keep on travelling true
into open spaces
break away from lies they use
leave behind those frontiers
wrapped up tight in broken dreams
and fly across horizons
go much farther than you have ever been
riding questions stretching
our mind’s promises devoured
breakout
breakout
if you can’t take it
change it
if you can’t change
escape it
break out
breakout
let go
don’t turn back
echoes in your head
lead you to the brink
the precipice is counterfeited
leave behind those frontiers …etc
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8. |
the first time
05:14
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the first time
fireflies burn briefly
tracing dances in the night
fleeting realisation
exploding in delight
as you feel it take your breath away
in every way that you could choose
you feel it overcoming you
in waves your confessions blaze
freeing you
showing whose whispered truths are told in lieu
leading to
knowing you've kissed a future bold and new
it's the first time that you're touched
the first time that you're loved
the first time's not enough
desire and yearnings
unleashed and satisfied
lighting up the darkness
to bejewel desert sky
as you feel it take your breath away etc…
it's the first time that you're touched etc…
high amidst the stillness
silent witnesses unseen
of fire spent by morning
and consummation there revealed
it's the first time that you're touched etc…
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9. |
embers
03:54
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embers
it’s been twenty years since yesterday
and a lot of fun’s been made
the eddy and swirl of change celebrates
and embers remember the heat of the flame
embers remember the flame
we looked outside and the sun was gone
and the fire had burned down low
we shook our heads
laughed and tried to guess where the hours go
where the hours go
we closed our eyes and we saw those days
of indestructible campaigns
surprised, despite all the wishes we gave
how much remains the same
how much remains the same
it’s been twenty years since yesterday
and a lot of fun’s been made
the eddy and swirl of change celebrates
and embers remember the heat of the flame
embers remember the flame
in the time it took the rain to drop
during the silence of a turning breath
nothing is lost
all the while between the moments
there is wealth of recollections we forgot
they’re ourselves
it’s been twenty years since yesterday
and a lot of fun’s been made
the eddy and swirl of change celebrates
and embers remember the heat of the flame
embers remember the flame
and embers remember the heat of the flame
embers remember the flame
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10. |
house of clowns
04:24
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house of clowns
you’re caught stepping on the cracks
of matchstick arguments
and paths leading from regrets
and past existential flummery and traps
in the house of clowns
and puppeteers in crowns
burn it down to the ground
burn it down to the ground
you twist fingers in the pie
trading integrity and lies
revoking pity for the swine
invoking privilege enshrined
in the house of clowns
and puppeteers in crowns
burn it down to the ground
burn it down to the ground
kindle the anger and stoke up the rage
remember remember how history is hurting
nights of long knives and Fawkes in the cellar
and fuses unlit
but memory is still burning
in the house of clowns
and puppeteers in crowns
burn it down to the ground
burn it down to the ground
burn it down to the ground
burn it down to the ground
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11. |
wood for the trees
04:02
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wood for the trees
every day is a picnic
every day is a game
the same old tricks
knowing nothing’s going to change
you claim you’re on your uppers
and doing all you can
to lead a life exemplary
a real renaissance man
did you lose your conscience
while dancing on the shifting sands
well choose a wise defence ‘cause
things are getting out of hand
oh why won’t you understand
you’re too involved
and clearly can’t conceive
you’re too close
too stubborn
and unable it seems
to believe
that you won’t see the wood for the trees
you sit there jesting
‘bout toxicity
while jealously investing
you’re anonymity
in oratory gymnastics
of belligerent sense
your middle class mores
dress in gilded ignorance
while their lewd connections
put the shadow of a knife in your fist
abuse your thoughts ‘til they’re rotten
without you even knowing it
what do you know
you’re too involved …etc
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cowfisH Hull, UK
Formed in Yorkshire, UK during the early nineties cowfisH have released 20 albums.
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