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Textbook
02:54
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You've asked me several times a week
Take a look, I'm not conceding
I could hold your throat flush to the ground
But let's not go there
There is no you and me
Just this illness in-between
And I'm booked in 9am Monday
To have that removed
So, build your candied bunkers
Be divorced from all emotion
And place a template of perfection over every face you see
But just be sure of this son
We're all hit by corrosion
I can see so many holes in your overused, borrowed, reference textbook of a head
We've strengthened to compete
Our numbers aren't receding
We could jam your throats flush to the ground
So just don't go there
We have no need for you to see
Understand or to believe
And I've booked you 10am Monday
To feed you some clues
So, build your candied bunkers
Be divorced from all emotion
And place a template of perfection over every face you see
But just be sure of this son
We're all hit by corruption
I can see so many holes in your overused, borrowed, reference textbook of a head
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Bang Bang
02:24
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Bang, bang, says the soldier to the slaughtered
Bang, bang, goes the circus in the backdrop
Bang, bang, goes my heart all over you
Blah blah goes the salesman door to door
Blah blah: businessman, another rort
Blah blah hangs my mouth all over you
All over you
I’m soaring through
Standing askew
I’m not c-c-c-crying
No, g-g-g-g-go
Bang, bang, thud the pulses in my temple
Bang, bang, it’s the workman from the council
Bang, bang, goes my heart all over you
Blah blah says the reverend in the service
Blah blah bleeps my new computer device
Blah blah hangs my mouth all over you
All over you
I’m soaring through
Standing askew
I’m not c-c-c-crying
No, g-g-g-g-go
I’m soaring through
Standing askew
I’m not c-c-c-crying
No, g-g-g-g-go
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Cruising Elevators
02:50
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You’re the one I need
You’re the one I need
You’re the one I need
You’re the one I need
We’ll take the state and flood the market
We’ll nightly air raid power stations
We’ll jam the radio with feedback
And explode the televisions
We’ll tie your children to their bean bags
Whilst we fuck on their Playstations
They decree all we do is futile
And masturbate over their pay checks
You’re the one I need
You’re the one I need
You’re the one I need
You’re the one I need
Castrate the presidenté
And block outcoming transmissions
We’ll liberate the rising oceans
And scramble all computers
If you’re cruising elevators
We’ll feed you steps of new direction
Since there’s no meaning left in freedom
We’ll impose our own delusion
We’ll take the state and flood the market
We’ll nightly air raid power stations
We’ll jam the radio with feedback
And explode the televisions
We’ll tie your children to their bean bags
Whilst we fuck on their Playstations
They decree all we do is futile
And masturbate over their patience
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4. |
The Market of Principles
03:33
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Oh no, oh no-no
Whatever happened to Saint Apricot?
They put needles in his arms
Whatever happened to Saint Apricot?
He is dead
Whatever happened to King Lavender?
He had kingdoms in his head
Whatever happened to King Lavender?
He is dead
The market of principles
The market of principles
A market of principles
The market of principles
Don’t have the time
Lacking the vision
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More
01:24
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Julie, smash the window
Steve screams out the door
Jenny stretches out from the debris
Stacey dodges backhands
Then falls to the floor
‘Patch me up in hospital ‘cause I want more’
More
More
Joseph’s on his deathbed
One more year’s his call
Angels of death are here to collect
More
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6. |
Elves
01:58
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Elves
Forty-five degrees
Running back again
Forty-five degrees
Running back again
All you punks shut the fuck up
Cause it seems you’ve got no idea what it’s all about
All you punks shut the fuck up
Cause it seems you’ve got no idea what it’s all about
All you punks shut the fuck up
Cause it seems you’ve got no idea what it’s all about
All you punks shut the fuck up
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Adam Buckland Ensemble Melbourne, Australia
Adam Buckland is a musician, songwriter and artist living in Melbourne, Australia.
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