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Drown With The Sickness
02:18
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Each day going further down
Sinking slowly without a sound
Threatened by this fucking town
Tired of forever playing the clown
What goes around comes around
Sink it all with another round
You will never break me
Cos I am my killer
Every time I ruminate
I dream of 1848
Cos I’m ground down by the British state,
The liberals, and the royal magnates.
There’s nothing worthwhile to create
Instead I disassociate
Around me, I build this wall
And I know, it will never fall.
A barrier to keep thoughts out
As I wallow, in self-doubt.
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The captains of industry
Hide behind their walls.
Even they are prisoners
To those coercive laws.
They’ve abandon living labour
For the modern slave.
Technological upkeep:
The new minimum wage.
We’ve a wealth of ideas
Nothing to lose but chains.
We need a universal basic income
And one-way trips through space.
The state slowly withers
Of its own accord.
Kept alive by capital
But now it’s time to cut the cord.
Destroying barriers to progress
Ever since we were born.
Now we stride among the gods
Our tanks are on their lawn.
Fully.
Automated.
Luxury.
Communism.
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3. |
Peace, Land, and Bread
01:03
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Frozen hands, frozen feet
Forty hours with nothing to eat.
In a world of value there’s none for food
And all we really need is…
Peace, land, and bread:
Conflicting needs fighting in your head.
Peace, land, and bread!
In the office, shop, or the factory floor
They applaud - but we need something more.
Selling labour power just to pay the rent
And what we really need is…
Peace, land, and bread!
Peace, land, and bread!
Boots on the ground, bombs in the air
Only workers die, so no one cares.
Create demand, but withhold the peace
All we really need is…
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4. |
The Bricks
01:50
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I walk in shadows, to hide my eyes,
I wear this smile, as my disguise.
I pray that they don’t recognise me
Or the pain that they cause me.
Brick by brick I build this wall
Now I’m trapped
Can’t let it fall!
Brick by brick I build this wall
Now I’m trapped
I can’t let it fall!
Ignore their calls, I hide at home
On my own, I'm free to roam
The fear of rejection controls my life
As it balances on, the edge of a knife
Misophonic, misanthropic
Will to live: microscopic.
Isolation, procrastination,
I’m feeling like this burned-out nation.
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5. |
Just Two Cigarettes
02:12
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Breakfast on the border, looking for fun.
The Oder hits my eyes - refracting the sun.
Under Marx's bust wir trinken Rotwein
Alle zusammen in der Stadt.
Just two cigarettes
One for Europe, and one for regret.
Just two cigarettes
Goodbye and goodnight.
One girl from Russia, another from Ukraine,
Madly in love despite national disdain.
Polsce chłopce running 'cross the border -
Alle zusammen in der Stadt.
Только две сигареты:
Один для России, oдин для Украины.
Только две сигареты:
Спокойной ночи.
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6. |
Friends
02:21
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Stranded again
Far away from friends
Stranded again
Hoodwinked again
By a so-called friend
Hoodwinked again
It stays the same
The dreams fade away
Everyday’s the same
Ripping bongs
Can’t write these songs
Ripping bongs
I can’t make friends
On this island dicks
I can’t make friends
Rinsed and repeated, totally depleted
Dried and laundered, hungry and cornered
Bleeding, dazed, in a deep malaise
From the neck I swing
Counting the nails
Going off the rails
Counting the nails
Decay and rust
Turning into dust
Decay and rust
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Bear Noir Salisbury, UK
Oli - Bass & vocals
Laz - Drums
Benny - Guitar & vocals
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