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Washee
04:21
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A skinny latte outlook For this sharp-suited corporate whore Coffee suspended for the homeless Keeps them clear of my front door Screw those eco-lunatics And grind the pedal to the floor Salary, benefits and bonus I want more and more and White-collar lies can’t securitise your mortal soul Washee’s coming for her toll Nowhere to hide from the tide that’s on the rise Drowning your cries under her roll Charismatically ambitious It’s a thirst that can’t be quenched You hunger for what I have I’m Nietzsche’s übermensch My achievements keep on mounting I’ve no time to reminisce A born and bred consumer Is this more to life than this Lies can’t securitise your mortal soul Washee’s coming for her toll Nowhere to hide from the tide that’s on the rise Drowning our cries under her roll Waking in the night A debt is left unpaid Too much credit taken My hand’s been overplayed Change has got to come A change has got to come Change has got to come Change has got to come A wave has got to come A wave has got to come A wave has got to come A wave has got to come Washee Wash me White-collar lies can’t securitise your mortal soul Washee’s coming for her toll Nowhere to hide from the tide that’s on the rise Washee is rock and Washee is roll
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Televisual
03:53
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Cut to camera six and get me a spokesman for the Rapture on the line They’ve got to leave their dogs Will they dine on frogs Floppy-eared rabbits and their swine? Will they slit the throat of the family’s goat Sauté its liver in fine wine Do it live on air And let the nation stare There’s an open slot on the news at nine. The comments of Doctor Mason don’t represent the views of this station We can assure our audience we meant no offence to be caused Our coverage of this election will show the spectrum of political voice If you can’t stomach the venom spat at the question well you’ve got a choice We just saw a pitch by a fruit-loop bitch Thinks she’s found the Holy Grail Send a crew to Downtown Kathmandu Boys we cannot fail If it’s in the ground the plaudits will resound for serialising her gripping tale If nothing’s in the hole she’s an eccentric wacko It’s our out-of-jail You’re all so televisual Doing the inexplicable Yet so predictably biddable Television is your pinnacle Humanity put to ridicule Nothing is untransmittable Freak show so irresistible Switching-off is unthinkable Revolution – beware So stay in your chair and brother do not change the channel We’ll be right back after our sponsor’s words to put a question to our expert panel It’ll be rerun a little later on with the same serving of supercilious flannel In a similar vein we hear that Dick got with Jane and they’re leaving on a freakin’ camel
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W/R/T
04:36
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Commuters are shoving Feels like an oven Struggle to breathe Late for the office Hurting our profits The pressure is nauseous Locked in rush hour Phone’s out of power The day’s turning sour Migraine is blinding My teeth are grinding Composure’s unwinding Uptight and agitated I feel the black rage coming No longer needs a trigger It’s with respect to nothing Politicians conspiring Illicit fortunes acquiring Their fragile mandate’s expiring The tabloids have baited Provoking class hatred Defiling the sacred Celebrity culture Fame-hungry vultures Talent painted by numbers We’re losing direction Shelved our affection Gotta fight this infection Uptight and agitated I feel the black rage coming No longer needs a trigger It’s with respect to nothing This soft embrace of the night brings me peace Moments of calm when I taste my release Behold the dogmatic Their views are Jurassic Inspire the fanatic Web-enabled reality Digitised brutality An uninstalled morality This human condition Post-millennial transmission Withholding contrition System of compliance I need to show my defiance I need to hear silence Uptight and agitated I feel the black rage coming No longer needs a trigger It’s with respect to nothing Uptight and agitated I feel the black rage coming My finger’s on the trigger It’s with respect to nothing
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La Llorona's Kiss
05:04
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A heavenly apparition You’ve reversed my life’s decay I’m not asking for submission But I just can’t push away This paralysing suspicion Of your plans to betray Do obsidian eyes deceive me A celestial goddess that I see Or am I staring into the abyss Should a warning be heeded Is the seal of love completed Or is this La Llorona’s kiss Weeping woman You can’t hide that banshee wail He tore your beating heart out Young cries to no avail With vengeance on your lips His memory you’d assail Do obsidian eyes deceive me A celestial goddess that I see Or am I staring into the abyss Should a warning be heeded Is the seal of love completed Or is this La Llorona’s kiss Smoking Mirror Lord of the near My lord of the nigh Give me wisdom Grant me your foresight What do you prophesy Pure devotion Vows unbroken Interwoven A brief glance stolen True love’s corrosion Shocked into motion You have awoken Jealousy unspoken Atrocities of the heartbroken Here she stands Dried blood stains her hands It’s sacrifice her gods demand Down by the water Young victims she’ll slaughter Coyolxauhqui’s daughter Do obsidian eyes deceive me A celestial goddess that I see Or am I staring into the abyss Should a warning be heeded Is the seal of love completed Or is this La Llorona’s kiss
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Slouch
05:13
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The skies are lit Fevered fires fuelled by civilisation’s corruption But no purifying purgatory here What foul prophesy is at hand What primitive abomination Is roused from slumber Its hour come round at last Mankind choked by a dead-eyed stare Surely the Second Coming is at hand This history you’ll pillory Got more questions than answers A time of war Settle old scores Directed by my masters Who to believe They all deceive Making crooked advances Watch their parade Join their crusade Think that I’ll take my chances Tempest obscures your voice Anarchy leaves us no other choice So we slouch So we slouch It’s us versus them So we slouch We slouch towards Bethlehem Darkness engulfs your pleas Humanity is disease So we slouch So we slouch It’s us versus them So we slouch We slouch towards Bethlehem Be careful what you wish for What you die in a ditch for Who is your sacrifice for Take heed of who you die for Be careful what you wish for What you die in a ditch for Who is your sacrifice for Take heed of who you die for A monstrous birth is what we search for The soothsayers foretold Shockwaves of fear quake the frontier ‘til the centre cannot hold So tell me priest are we the Beast Our hearts turned coal by the black No-one we trust Grind them to dust Find penitence on the rack The executioner shrouds his face Prepare for death’s cold embrace So we slouch So we slouch It’s us versus them So we slouch We slouch towards Bethlehem Towards Bethlehem
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Take an English man, an Irish man and an American, throw in some social commentary, professional discontent and a fondness for the devil's music, and you have 5 Year Plan. 'This Other Me' is an attempt to make sense of it all.
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