1. |
Dry Ice
03:20
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Fire escape vapour
Tommy Girl and sweat and hairspray
Stomach is pulsing
It's a disco convulsion
And we're moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice
Pull on your good jeans
You are the queen of the freak scene
Chips on the night bus
Sick on your new shoes but what a buzz
And we're moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice
disco convulsion
disco convulsion
disco convulsion
disco convulsion
And we're moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spinning spinning spinning in the dry ice
And we're moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice
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2. |
Cock of the Fifth Year
02:54
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Here comes Johnny taking over the pavement
All overblown and overgrown and grandiose
He was the cock of the fifth year and look at him now
He's a wanker in a Parka staring everyone out
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Who says you get to push to the front, mate
You're all shovey and grabby and me me me me
You were the cock of the fifth year and look at you now
You're that arsehole in the chippy with a one-volume mouth
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
Lock up your sons
It's just the sense of entitlement
He's a LinkedIn narcissist
He's a hipster capitalist
He's a self-proclaimed philanthropist
He's a Tinder predator
He's a keyboard warrior
He's a conspiracy theorist
He's a humourless henchman
He's an insecure copper
He's a sociopathic CEO
He's a furious nice guy
He's a furious nice guy
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3. |
Life Is A Wave
04:12
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Coffins snap shut
Sooner than you expect
What's left
When the land that you glimpsed as a kid
Through a gap in the clouds
Evaporates now
As you pick at the scabs of regret
Life is a wave
Life is a wave
It's only when your world stops turning
That you can see what you had
All those ladders
That turned out to be snakes
The times you were blinded by the strip light migraines
If you dwell on the swivel chair years
That went by in a blur of bad decisions
They say there's a lesson in that
But is there
Or is life just a wave
Bright green on a black screen
It carries your weight
Then breaks
Life is a wave
Bright green on a black screen
It carries your weight
Then breaks
Then breaks
It's only when the world stops turning
That you can see what you had
A vast expanse of love
And pain that vows to drown you
The big questions
The small hours
And a frustrating lack of answers
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4. |
Medication Nation
04:25
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Look out
It's blubbing season
And all my friends are cry y y y y y ing
Boo hoo
Who cares about you
No one wants to hear you skriking
We're all depressed
We're all a mess
Don't think that you're different
Just cos your head's gone west
And you're always stressed yeah
It's the malaise, It's the malaise of our generation
Medication nation
Wear it on your chest yeah
Wah wah
We're all smeared mascara
All snotty nosed and why y y y y y y
All self pity
All snivelly
All bottom lip and big sad big sad big sad eyes
We're all depressed
We're all a mess
Don't think that you're different
Just cos your head's gone west
And you're always stressed yeah
It's the malaise, It's the malaise of our generation
Medication nation
Wear it on your chest yeah
It comes in waves
Some days you're brave
And other days you almost drown
You wash up, gasping, face down
Some days you can see it coming and brace yourself
others you're winded
Some people hold you under
others are a raft to cling to
And others still, a rescue
Scooping you up
As you dangle
Sometimes, there's perspective
A horizon to balance you
Dry land to aim for
And other times it's squid ink black
You're stranded
It often seems you're on your own
But sometimes, squinting
You see other heads bobbing
We're all depressed
We're all a mess
Don't think that you're different
Just cos your head's gone west
And you're always stressed yeah
It's the malaise
It's the malaise of our generation
Medication nation
Wear it on your chest yeah
Medication Nation
Medication Nation
Medication Nation
Medication Nation Nation
Medication Nation
Medication Nation
Medication Nation
Wear it on your chest yeah
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5. |
I'm a White Hot Blade
03:25
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Witches are wicked and wizards are wise
Witches are wicked and wizards are wise
I can smell the flesh of my sisters
I watch their skin
As it bubbles and blisters
We could have saved the world they sing
We could have sorted everything
I want to climb the hill where they died
Throw my arms wide and breathe in their rage
I am the fire
I am the power
Of a white hot blade
I'm a white hot blade
A paste to soften boys' wounds
Elixir for your blues
Mother lover saviour healer
Twist bark and twine into a shrine
I wanna let go of all these things that stop me from dancing.
I want to climb the hill where they died
Throw my arms wide and breathe in their rage
I am the fire
I am the power
Of a white hot blade
I'm a white hot blade
witches are wicked and wizards are wise
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6. |
Gorge (Oh Well)
02:35
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The sky
Ripples and blisters
Threatening to enshroud
Your child
Your fruitless investments
It's all smouldering now
Oh well
Look at the state
Look at the state of
Oh well
Is that a death knell clanging
As they shake and twirl
And gorge themselves
It's enough to make you
Ha ha ha ha
The sea
Fizzing and frothing
Spewing your sewage out
Disease
Brink of extinction
Forget about your ten year plan, pal
Oh well
Look at the state
Look at the state of
Is that a big boot stamping
As they shake and twirl
And they gorge themselves
It's enough to make you ha ha ha ha
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7. |
Level Sedentary
04:29
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Got no inclination to drag myself out of my bed
Caught in glue trap gnawing at my leg
I'm flattened on my belly
Staring at the telly
Oprah, Ricki, Jerry
I'm sedentary
Got no inspiration fizzing in my empty glass
Somehow I always miss my motivation class
I'm flattened on my belly
Flat like February
Bed like a mortuary
I'm sedentary
Security smothers me
It doesn't know its own strength
And I, I, I, oh I can't breathe
That's my level
I'm leaden, I'm tethered, I'm levelled out
That's my level
I'm leathered, unleavened, I'm levelled out
I'm Vonnegut I'm Plath, I'm Proust, I'm Bonnie Grape, I'm Charlie Brown
Sometimes I want to sleep forever
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8. |
Big Nasty Palpitations
03:22
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The weak are the meat that the strong eat
The poor are the meat that the rich eat
Power's a drug
Money's a bluff
It's all made up
We slide into dystopia
Clawing at the tilting glass
Our friends are going under
Big nasty palpitations
Coping mechanisms failing
The blood on their hands is congealing
And layering
Everyone's numb
Big red button
Under his thumb
We slide into dystopia
Clawing at the tilting glass
Our friends are going under
Big nasty palpitations
Everyone's numb
Big red button
Under his thumb
Power's a drug
Money's a bluff
It's all corrupt
We slide into dystopia
Clawing at the tilting glass
Our friends are going under
Big nasty palpitations
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9. |
Leaf Thin
03:55
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Seeps in
Leaf thin
Clandestine
Grief Grim
Sheep Skin
Serpentine
It pantomimes you
Creeps up behind you
Before you catch your breath
it snakes around your neck
And it defines you
It pantomimes you
Creeps up behind you
Before you catch your breath
Ohhhh it undermines you
Cheap Trick
Thief thick
Underhand
Oil Slick
Sea sick
Sinking sand
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10. |
What Happens Now?
02:56
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We're doing fine but you still want more
You keep picking at the Persian flaw
The wallpaper's peeling
A bulge in the ceiling
Tilting in the wrong direction
This damp spot is spreading
it's doing my head in
What lights the way now
What lights the way
The love that we found
burns to the ground
What happens now?
It's no fun being safe and sane.
You want to run away from the mundane
A fist strikes the hourglass
There's less future than past
Peering over life's escarpment
The grind's got you tied up
The date nights have dried up
What lights the way now
What lights the way
The love that we found
burns to the ground
What happens now
We're on the way down
Get on the road and drive
All the way all the way away
You'll have to face this anyway
What lights the way
What lights the way now
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The Empty Page Manchester, UK
Born in Manchester. Fuzz pedals
Bruised melodies
Anxious energy
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