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Planet
02:54
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Do you ever eat too fast
I do Love's like that
In the city in the summertime
Your heart goes out naieve and cool
Are you angry and afraid
I can confess to that
Do you look at the mess we've made
Hope to ever learn from it
Don't despair
people united under hope
Helping hand emotions mute
We are washed in each other's blood
Now it's not wrong to pray for those things
that your brothers and sisters might need
but if they take too much
you're going to a\have to fight there's no room for gree
Without money you got faith
think once and get it right
It's OK we're all possessed
of ideas and dead mythologies
DOn't despair
people united under ope
this stuff we spill
is just the living breath of earth
This stuff we spill
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2. |
Back up the Car
03:04
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Let the sun go down on your last regret
Forty years wrong on a barbed wire fence
Feeling it over, pack up your books and clothes
Back up the car, you took the wrong road
Easy forgiven, empty the whispering wire
I watched you two burn
Beat into ploughshares the hammer and sickle of song
Get out of town you don’t belong
Swearing that day from deep in your heart
as they made you, so you’re a part of them
Try not believing when you’re leaving, it’s the wrong time
You might change their hearts, but never their minds
I know, mistaken as I often am
with plenty of time and too many plans
Let the sun go down on your last regret
Forty years wrong on a barbed wire fence
Feeling it over, pack up your books and clothes
Back up the car you took the wrong road
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3. |
Shelf Life
02:35
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beauty insists on sharing at my door
radiation finger hollow with the habit
who designs the playing of circumstantial living
this event or other sister soldier mother
if it is like painting then focus off the surface
so singing out of tune might sound better from a distance
olympic youth carreering kick dancing of an evening
celebrated groining of love longing or just loining
supple is the secret of bushel or of bucket
I cannot draw the nose but I sure know how to blow it
expectation grating blips and beeps gyrating
all of our tomorrows by plastic cards and marrow
get some kind of ticket for stopping by the roadside
spectre of a journey like goths in joyous hayride
Breughel was a builder developer of usage
beliefs belie belonging sing a song shallonging
Even when you're falling lie sleeping on my sofa
Beatles just got squashed by Beethoven who rolled over
Children come to parties I want their wild abandon
Daughter of our leader her dad torpedoed dollar
at the seat of arcane knowledge
you will find no sign of scholar
Alchemy and agro fertilise the garden
Bbabylon is hanging for the people it imprisons
by past and pith and reason
your silence is a treason
I say I love you dearly won't you please crawl out my window.
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4. |
Hittites
02:07
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Here come the Hittites
Riding winged panthers
behind the hill above the tree line
It doesn't look good for our salvation
asses and goats their main agenda
I get their message, it's in Cuniform
with hieroglyphic footnotes
It said, "Start walking, We got your daughter she is with us now".
Better try and bury it all that evidence
Beads and pots made for archeologists
masking a network of telepathic mindscapes
If they love us with their animals
will the gods be inclined to punish
Out on the trade routes
Abandoned zigurats
civilisation contracting like amoeba
dipped into acid, sudden mood reversal
Their advantage, they got teachers
men with beards and a coming back guaranteed.
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5. |
co-deependent cowboy
02:22
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I'm the co-dependent cow-deependent cowboy
caught rustling in your culture
I branded it with star and stripes to doubly insult ya
If I had a history you might get where I'm coming from
Buffalo soldier from the bedrock odeon
we got techno line dancing before campfire blanket bombing
without injuns to be fighting we'd be left holding nothing
but a banjo gun portfolio from sea to shining sea
I'm the co-dependent cowboy
you can deep end on me.
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6. |
Y2K Buggin'
04:18
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I saw Marx and Engels riding in a rodeo
Power to the people going to the Easter show
The President has bombed the Serbs and come back from a bitter blow
Slobidan, well he should know
Seismic fall or aliens abducted or just born again
The Ozone layer holed up there block it up, bring back big hair
Oh baby you and me let's get out of the 20th century
I got the key to the door and I've never been 21 before
Thanks to the academy the nimrod and the ABC
Ren and scientology, I'd let Harvey cum on me
El Nino's gone its rained all day
I killed the 2K bug with spray
Success has stole my velvet scooter
smoke coming from my computer
Haven't worked a week in days
it's hard enough just to get paid
Got contractual obligations
writer for united nations
Specialise in history
make it rhyme like poetry
The Dali Lama left tibet
Moved into the TAB
Oh baby I can see your over the 20th century
I got the key to the door and we've never been 21 before
Che and Fergie and the Poe
Diana's back she blamed the dope
The Lady of Shallot it seems
has ploughed up fields and put in beans
The Amazon she's half on fire
the unburnt part you still could buy
Met a girl on internet
she heeled my dog she ain't no vet
The wife's returned the truck is fixed
fate has thrown a double six
One more bed a silk pyjama
one more drink there will be drama
Pernod and ice, that'd be nice
Come with me, into the next century
As a man who writes the past I like to dabble in the arts
Sing a song, see some film I feel quite well I've taken pills
I know my case is much maligned
you can't sue me I just resigned
I saw Marx and Engels riding in a rodeo
Power to the people going to the Easter show
What I write it will come true
You best be careful I don't write of you
Liar liar pants on tighter
Pinocchio and Pinochet waiting there at Heaven's gate
the guest list says just plus one
Billy-jean that chair is not my son
Y2K Bugging
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7. |
Ruin House
04:06
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Terrorism as a subject
Will make its entire phenomenological spectrum
resonate within each of us
By the ruin house all the ocean is tears
we are forgiven one by one
that's what its all about
Its got to be its got to be
Its got to be its got to be
Its got to be its got to be
that's what its all about
"Quoted reading"
Once I needed just a small amount of money
build that rock solid wall around me
but where I'm coming from
there's too much lost
Its got to be its got to be
Its got to be its got to be
Its got to be its got to be
that's what its all about
By the ruin house all the ocean is tears
we are forgiven one by one
that's what its all about
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8. |
Spawn
02:42
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How do you do
I follow you but you follow too
what'll we do with a drunken neighbour
Cover him up and come back much later
I got a video that's about god
not the one that Moses had though
maybe he'll come to
If we take off his shoes
sailor sailor blown away
coming back somehow some day
why are all the people fighting
what's he doing in my garden
I guess I never knew him
he worked as Ceaser's Pizza Dream
the little things we never see
Frozen in eternity
The spawn of God crashed in my yard
the guy form next door martyred
I follow you, but you follow too
I follow you, but you follow too
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9. |
The United States
03:32
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Spoken Word found audio Churchill speech
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GEOFFREY DATSON is a sound artist, combining spoken word, electronica and instrumentation in his recordings. Many poets recite their work to music, but few are also composers. Datson's work is a synthesis of forms of sonic expression in which the voice and the sound field are interdependent. ... more
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