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Big Sleep
03:33
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We are old, we are old,
We're not in this together.
The vagabonds had children
And signed their dotted lines...
So tell me what you're thinking
As you tick that box?
You say,"I'm alright, I'm doing fine..."
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid...
Heading for the big sleep 6 feet deep
I've got my hands in the air but there's no-one to see
If you wanna make a living then you'd better stop digging.
You can't take it with you, you can't take it with you.
It means everything, it means nothing...
All our heroes and dreams are gone in the blink of an eye.
Tomorrows passing remark, "You remember that dead guy that did that thing that other time?"
Just falling in line... dominoes
For the Anecdote pile.
In fear of inscriptions...
"There but for the grace of god.. WENT I!"
Heading for the big sleep, deep and hollow
I've got dirt in my nails as I work for tomorrows
Vision is fading, I watch myself failing.
I'm losing my health, I'm losing myself.
Do what you're told x 4
(Do what you're told) And I realise...
(Do what you're told) There's no "Hello Hero"
(Do what you're told) And I realise...
(Do what you're told) We're all just playing for time..
Heading for the big sleep 6 feet deep
I've got my hands in the air but there's no-one to see
If you wanna make a living then you'd better stop digging.
You can't take it with you, you can't take it with you.
Heading for the big sleep, deep and hollow
I've got dirt in my nails as I work for tomorrows
Vision is fading, I watch myself failing.
I'm losing my health, I'm losing myself
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2. |
Ricochet
03:20
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Ricochet, I'm next in line... yes, I know...
[dark things]
So talk to me, or just take take aim and I'll shout fIre!
And they say, that talk gets old so let the dust flow, let the crust grow on these saccharin wings
Like Brothers B. beyond belief, Americans with brassy teeth and wax ... six-guns for hire!
And I believe that talk is cheap,
But you wear it well.
You're an accidental casualty
I got the guns, you are the target
My sights are on you,
So bang, bang just kiss me!
“Bang-bang and kiss me”, she said.
She's on the rebound.
(She's on the rebound)
Sometimes it's safer to play dead...
She's loaded up for bear, she's down to underwear.
And I can see that talk is cheap, I speak Olympian, I'm an erudite Corinthian
With buckshot body made for sin... so take your shot, take a chance, it's time to play again.
And I believe that talk is cheap,
But you wear it well.
You're an accidental casualty
I got the guns, you are the target
My sights are on you,
So bang, bang just kiss me!
Bang-bang, Bang-bang! ( Bang-bang!)
Waiting for the rebound... (Bang-bang, Bang-bang!)
Bang-bang you're dead. (Bang-bang, Bang-bang!)
Waiting for the rebound... (Bang-bang, Bang-bang!)
Bang-bang you're dead. (Bang-bang, Bang-bang!)
Waiting for the rebound... (Bang-bang, Bang-bang!)
Bang-bang bang-bang (Bang-bang, Bang-bang!)
Bang-bang bang-bang!
And I believe that talk is cheap,
But you wear it well.
You're an accidental casualty
I got the guns, you are the target
My sights are on you,
So bang, bang just kiss me!
It's just a ricochet, (And I believe that talk is cheap,)
Too much is never enough! (But you wear it well.)
It's just a ricochet, (You're an accidental casualty)
Too much is never enough!
It's just a ricochet, (I got the guns, you are the target)
Too much is never enough! (My sights are on you,)
It's just a ricochet, (So bang, bang just kiss me!)
Too much is never enough!
It's just a ricochet, (Bang, bang!)
Too much is never enough! (You're dead)
It's just a ricochet, (Waiting for the rebound!
Too much, too much!
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3. |
Crazy Love Thing
03:41
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He said "Tell me stories, tell me sweet, sweet nothings..."
So she whispered fairytales into his blind-sided self.
As she pulled him into deep, deep waters…
It's time to understand, yes it's time to understand
The two of us are trapped in this specimen jar,
A sample of life-style, a control of who-we are
You'll never be alone with your nightmares again
Cos I'm your "special friend", you're so very, very special...
I've got this big love, big bad love for you...
and life is no meritocracy!
I'll be the fly in your peaches and cream...
won't you let me come in?
(Tell me stories..)
So tell me stories...
of sweet, sweet (Sweet nothings!)
nothings.
He said, "My life is a train wreck on a stereo track
an unheard explosion, disaster in black.
But if this insect chic is your favourite new thing
then this love's got legs... this love has many, many legs."
(You'll never be alone with your nightmares again!)
Cos I'm your "special friend", you're so very, very special..
I've got this big love, big bad love for you...
and life is no meritocracy!
I'll be the fly in your peaches and cream...
won't you let me come in?
We've got this big love, big bad love for you...
and life is no meritocracy!
We'll be the fly in your peaches and cream...
Won't you let us come in?
(You've got to grow, this crazy love thing.)
(You've got to roll with the hand that fate deals you.)
Won't you let me come in? (Grow...)
Won't you let me come in? (this crazy love thing)
Won't you let me come in? (You've got to grow...)
(this crazy love thing)
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4. |
Cellophane
03:24
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See this human-shaped thing?
Wrapped in plastic.
See this fresh-flesh specimen?
Beautified by pixel cellophane.
Because old is ugly... the figures all agree.
That young-blood sells as each follower aspires to be someone else.
A life like TV lived through polished [You]Tubes
Several dozen times removed.
Sell your product, make your name!
Sell your product, make your name!
This list of human-like perfected things.
A million fresh-fleshed specimens.
A thousand plastic smiles...
A thousand shrink-wrapped crocodiles.
Beautified by pixel cellophane!
Sanitised by pixel cellophane!
Seal it it, seal it in...
Seal it it, seal it in...
Have you got the picture yet?
Shoot them while they're young and fresh.
Or take the years away, you know there's always time to smooth the flesh.
Because reality is so yesterday and life's best lived in minute highlights.
Keep it tight, within the frame.
Wrap it up and start again!
Wrap it up and start again!
This list of human-like perfected things.
A million fresh-fleshed specimens.
A thousand plastic smiles...
A thousand shrink-wrapped crocodiles.
Digitised by pixel cellophane!
Lobotomised by pixel cellophane!
Seal it it, seal it in...
Seal it it, seal it in...
See this human-shaped thing?
Wrapped in plastic...
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The InSect London, UK
AN UN-POP GOTH BAND FROM LONDON.
MAKING A BUZZ FROM THE CRACKS AND DARK PLACES, LEAVING DAMP PATCHES.
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Lazarus Under Glass
by Partly Faithful
The final album, "Lazarus Under Glass" from Ed's previous band, "Partly Faithful". All shades of awesome.
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EP The Other (including EP The One)
by Forgotten Between
Ed's previous Solo Project. Odd music for odd types.
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