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Hospital Radio
04:41
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Burn the cars. Hide the tracks.
The greater good. The greater good.
The lesser man would let us down.
The lesser man would let us down.
"For king and country", say it now.
Keep this in mind.
Mother, I feel like I'm dying.
My hands are cracked. My heart's a blur.
Fade to black and dream of her.
The weaker man he let us down.
The weaker man he let us down.
"Let freedom ring above the towns".
Keep this in mind.
Mother, I feel like I'm dying.
Deeper now, the light is gone.
Keep me in mind.
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2. |
Little Bug
02:54
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there are no hands on the clocks in little bug's room
no hands on the clocks in little bug's room
the radio has lost its tongue
the telephone has never rung
in 13 years no fun
little bug has friends who call
Mr Mail and sweet Miss Face
They say "it's alright little bug"
"It was the aliens
They came down from their godforsaken dimension
And stole your rightful employment"
"The metal witch and her vampire aristocrats
They're just myths and stories and lies
It was the aliens"
little Bug has new friends now
Broken cup and the Great Big Flag
they're gonna call him by name
LITTLE BUG LITTLE BUG
old Bug, he's just a fistful of memories
from dust to dust via sainsburys
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3. |
Armada
03:01
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In coloured coats and boots and belts!
With scimitars and squat pistols!
We'll steal your books we'll steal your gold!
The greatest story ever told!
Come break your pact with government!
Those bureaucrats and militia men!
Join up, join us!
Scientists and engineers!
Bastard sons and clever queers!
Join up, join us!
With broken mast and ragged sail!
The line was cast we hooked the whale!
The ties that bind are hands that hold!
You're dying here so call it home!
You journalists and escapees!
Cattle for the colonies!
Join up, join us!
Every colour creed and face!
Remade in the pirate race!
Join up, join us!
I’m an Armada man
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4. |
Everything's Dancing
04:43
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She said “Listen up,”
So we left
She’s still hanging out
With her party dress
Watching for the mythical boy she once glimpsed
Who probably never existed
And on the way home she persuades herself
If he’d appeared, she could have risked it
As she leaves without a sound
As they switch the scenes around
As she closes down
Thirty nothing
She’s a big girl, a big girl
She can save herself
Thirty nothing, a big girl
It’s a sad world, a cruel world
She must save herself
Once she was a wedding song
sang on a weekday
not water in a wine glass
not a single place laid
So hosed in perfume and dressed for defence
She disguises the truth from the others
At mirrors she tries on new faces and smiles
But soon all she’ll see is her mother’s
As the music leaves a bruise
As it beats her black and blue
As she gets confused
If only she could get that boy
She'd hold him to her bosom
She'd kiss him like a poster
And so we'll leave her dancing there
Dancing like a difficult birth
Dancing, dancing
The lights, the lights, the distance in her eyes
The pills she likes are leaving her with nothing
Say nothing now
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5. |
Divorce
06:12
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I sent the kids, I sent the kids away
I want to throw my life away
Show me the chain, wrap it around me
Throw me back in the hole where you found me
Venus in furs
I want the house, I want the house you stole
I want to burn, I want to burn it down
I want it all, I want it all back
Pretty and mean, pretty and mean you were
Peaches and cream boys, I couldn’t trust a word from her
Brutes in hired suits nothing unusual
Dressed to be wed with your eyes like a funeral
Venus in furs
I want the car, I want the Jaguar
I want to drive, drive it into the lake
And now we know we're not above them
We're not above them
We're not above them
Because we are them
Your dinner’s on fire, it’s on fire
And the dog is coming with me
Did you make love in the talent show curse
While I was smiling in the folds of your purse?
Venus in furs
D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
So I give up, have it, it's yours to take
I want to sink into oblivion
I want it all, I want it all gone
I want it all gone
D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
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6. |
Slow Line
02:36
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Downs a glass of wine
The walls shift around her
Politely declines
And the house like a prison
The bed's a dirty joke
Not all caged birds can sing
Make the smart decision girl
Stay home, pay off the ring
The slow line
Happiness
What keeps us together?
Happiness
Now the summer is over
And so the TV sings
"With this deal you can roam
See the spirits of your friends
From your stationary home"
The slow line
Now the summer is over
What keeps us together?
The slow line
Over and over the sense that it's over
It needs us then leaves us more alone than before
What happened to the man I married?
What happened to the boy I loved?
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7. |
On A Mirrored Sea
03:52
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8. |
Brother
05:13
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You never learned no manners
Ten years at Southpaw Grammar
Still you start to stammer as we hold you to your words
Just can't fight the glamour
There is a dark and truthful glass
You won't take to what you're shown
Forever tailored, stropped and honed
His jaws are locked on your past
She won't get no better
If we just talk about the weather
We were always cleverer than you
And now you'll never sever
While you were shackled to the tide
She kept a vigil on the shore
Our Lady of the Hidden Flaw
The girl with the trick inside
Crows' feet stalk the mirror
Secrets damn the river
Winter makes you shiver with all the things you lost
Still you can't forgive her
You know your name
Come when you're called
Prepare to fall
All things move to their ends
Drinking the night
Stealing the day
Burn out your eyes
Just to glimpse our light
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These Are Our Demands Oxford, UK
Keeping things sparse, fast & loud, 'These Are Our Demands' are a post punk/newwave trio who love Joy Division, Pixies, The Smiths, Nirvana, The Cure, Savages, Interpol etc along with a load of more obscure (or embarrassing) bands. We love a melody you can whistle, but we also love a fuzzbox set to strip paint. We will sweat for you! ... more
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