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Coal Drawer
04:02
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Coal Drawer
Who needs a forged, stamped postcode?
Who needs an eight figure sum?
Who needs to pass down an old flail?
And won't speak forever and now.
Hanging off an old Darby smokestack dead.
Going under in a silo full of debt.
Organised aid is tax revenue,
Pat yourself lightly and bow.
A double ended generation of bankers,
Who won't speak forever and now.
Hanging off an old Darby smokestack dead.
Going under in a silo full of debt.
Hanging off an old Darby smokestack dead.
Barely noticing the ten percenters.
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2. |
Joe Fallacy
03:45
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Joe Fallacy
Just saying that we're in the middle, the geniuses and dead they bleed for their words.
Just saying we're left over species, and all the beauty that exists within itself,
Is either hidden or alert.
All throughout our lineage, is the real world's consolation prize.
Our will to breathe, is the lesser of two evils, and going round and round in circles makes em blind,
Or pushes further from awake.
We don't go by percentages or lies.
Out here freedom's as loose as the gravel, and down here on the floodplain makes it worse.
Out here it seems that everyone can see us, and looting ideals the vultures way of life.
So keep her hands in your pockets, and fight fires with her slow fire.
Invent your favourite product for a price.
Our will to breath, is it the lesser of two evils? And going round and round in circles makes em blind,
Or pushes further from awake.
We don't go by percentages or lies, we haven't fallen for Joe Fallacy's lines.
And all the beauty that exists within here lies.
We haven't fallen for Joe Fallacy.
The man in charge just found a loophole, the disgruntled found another way to modify an automatic clip on the run.
Slain beside his status symbol.
The only person standing with a debt list in his hand has a creditor that's breathing down his neck when his own day is done.
Slain beside his status symbol.
The disgruntled found another way to modify an automatic clip on the run.
Slain beside his status symbol.
The only person standing with a debt list in his hand has a creditor that's breathing down his neck when his own day is done.
All the beauty that exists within itself.
All the beauty that exists within itself.
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Stick
03:50
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Stick
We weren't playing games,
We weren't working towards no brighter, safer future.
We're one in twenty two million other ways.
Never knew the difference.
Never should of known.
Pointed at a hump at 180, and running out of road.
Not like me, staring out over a pool table at my Tiffeny on a friday night.
Take your girl, put her in a time capsule and try to factor in a bar fight.
The class divide it deepened.
In a well our buckets stood.
Been dodging bullets for so long,
It's starting to make me look good.
Not like him, staring out over a pool table at my Tiffeny on a friday night.
Take your girl, put her in a time capsule and try to factor in a bar fight.
The perfect girl with that asshole guy.
The silver spoons, the gusto and the lies.
I ain't buying in to that shit, I'm hanging around till closing.
There's no law against looking out over yonder,
I'll wait my turn.
Staring out over a pool table at my Tiffeny on a friday night.
I'll wait it out.
Staring out over a pool table at my Tiffeny on a friday night.
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4. |
Centrelines
05:30
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Centrelines.
Mouth to the gauge, slowly count to ten,
Revenue gets ramped up every now and then.
Staring down a white line, trying to walk straight.
Trying not to fight, trying not to hate.
And I've seen you high above it, and you see me now and then.
We're no longer the western stars or zeitgeist's you kept.
You kept.
Before and after the great road divide,
Chanting over "it's over" and hard to find.
The burnt rubber worn away and dry,
Cheapened down to a used market price.
And I've seen you high above it, you see me now and then.
We're no longer the western stars or zeitgeist's you kept.
And all our old cheap retreads they can and would.
And sirens never meant anything just or good.
Branded defects.
Branded defects.
Sirens never meant anything good.
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5. |
Half Truth
03:38
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Half Truth
Call the backwards army,
this minority held on to halfwits,
that are so stupid, but so were you for calling.
Raise the flag to six feet, television is no longer black and white,
it's so stupid, but so are you for raising hell.
Nobody asked you for your verdict.
No colour asked if you were there.
This story's greyer than your warfare.
And welfare is all that's left.
Avoid the made up titles,
Nobody is paid what they're really worth.
What they're worth is part blessing, part curse.
The burning bush flares up again,
the proud breed up another earth,
and what they're worth, is dislocation, stop, disburse.
rpt. chorus x 2
The cursed and loved ones, the loved and cursed.
The spell that travelled, then it got reversed.
We're one of many, then we got reversed.
The cursed and loved ones, the loved and cursed.
rpt. chorus
Call the backwards army,
we hold onto bureaucrats,
That are so stupid, but so were you for calling.
Raise the flag to six feet, it's no longer black or white.
It's so stupid.
But so are you for raising hell.
No colour asked if you were there.
This story's greyer than your warfare,
And welfare is all that's fucking left.
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6. |
Dupes
03:58
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Dupes
It's not about your fuel or sanctions.
It's neither.
It's not about her prejudices.
It's not about the state of backyards, or infighting.
Of politics on left or right,
it's about us.
The ministry of capital defence.
The department of evil trade.
The parallels and the sacrifices.
Monster's built then later slayed.
Panic merchants don't concern kids,
The old are much to ill informed to take a look.
So let's take a side.
Before our warm hands turn to concrete,
and hearts to vaccines.
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7. |
The Tourmaline
05:17
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The Tourmaline
Fear, speed and nationalism.
Weed, theory's and cards.
Bloody foreheads and ashtrays.
Nameless assailants and fun.
One by one the titles eradicated.
The despots and meek they finally won.
Break and enter gets ten years,
but robbing a thousand pensioners gets one.
Nods, warrants and beer gardens.
Tough girls that married down with nothing but love.
One by one the titles eradicated.
Privilege and cowardice finally won.
One by one the titles eradicated.
The despots and meek they finally won.
So tick em' all off, The Tourmaline, The Vicar of Wakefield.
The undesirables, the rum drinking, calloused scum.
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8. |
Eighty Reasons
03:18
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Eighty Reasons.
Been labouring six years.
Got a trade and a few ideas.
Wanted kids and a house to build but where there's smoke there was fire and fuel.
The changes, the reforms.
The families not forewarned.
One day he woke up ill and there was no pay and less rights still so
No.
No to anti-union laws,
We didn't work then march and meet to have it ripped away.
Contracts and low awards,
It's slave labour and no step forward.
Their plan's full of holes and flaws, or worse still divisive causes.
Just because we're organised,
They try to slander us with lies,
They call us bullies, thugs and pests but when the unions go it'll be blood and riots next.
No.
Just over 200 years of campaigns, blood, sweat and fear.
And three terms from hypocrites that gave false promises then backflipped.
They never struggled, never bled, they just used workers instead.
We've got to fight them at the polls, this last stand will be where the bell tolls.
No.
No to anti-union laws,
We didn't work then march and meet to have it ripped away.
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9. |
Divining Rod
02:45
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Divining Rod
Clean was the illusion we fought in our heads.
To be the antithesis of wisdom not seen yet.
Some things we held onto,
Some things forget.
Some things we held too tight and then break and regretted.
It seems we did more when responding to threats.
But they flee when caught out in the open,
We laid em to rest.
Some things we held onto,
Some things forget.
Some things we held too tight and then broke and regretted.
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10. |
Never The Why
09:45
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Never The Why
Dawn, ribbons and bugles.
Children looking forward to the day.
All around us are the victims.
Only the wealthy didn't pay.
But again we keep marching, only remembering the how.
Never the why.
Never the why.
My pop did the beaches then Korea.
The old soldier had earned it all.
Made a hero, with bright ribbons and steel.
Gained a title, and lost all his girls.
But again we keep marching, only remembering the how.
Never the why.
Never the why.
Divorces, illness and pensions.
Living standards and rum.
All around us are the victims.
Only the wealthy didn't act dumb.
Don't act dumb.
Why give out names for silence,
now the orange has ran dry.
Remembering the how, never the why.
Never the why , never the why, never the why.
Never the why.
We forget but only on that one day.
That only the wealthy didn't pay.
Remembering the how, never the why.
Never the why, never the why, never the why.
Never the why.
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11. |
The Birthright Blues
03:39
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The Birthright Blues
There's nothing winner about our dirty circle.
Nothing pretty about our time or race.
We hold the places you won't stoop to,
and sciatica knows no time or place.
Scars are badges, comments war.
Success defined by something for nothing.
There's no one famous or man well heeled around me,
and I ain't a moocher or a leech.
Just looking forward to thirty percent of nothing,
and hate mongers waiting around to teach.
Defactoids massaged, shaming all.
Success defined by something for nothing.
You sit high within your give up palace.
And hope I've the wings to fly away.
To a place where we can fill the vacuum.
And anesthesia on a working day.
Something for nothing.
Scars are badges.
What part of patriarchy is this?
Where scars are badges.
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12. |
Trailbreaker
06:02
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Trailbreaker
The shots fired in anger,
Do less damage than the bombs that wear us down.
Your no different,
Than the man you feel steals your own.
The friendly fires.
His disarray and her bitter pills.
The land takers that track over sand and rock, blood and flesh then bones.
Does your stomach drop?
When you looked down upon the spills.
We bolster all our thoughts of change and holster the visions of minions running away.
Walls that fill dreams, and cracks that close them close them and force us to breath.
It's money never eaten, and materials that burn and cause the misery.
Walls that fill dreams, and cracks that close them and force us to breathe.
They force us to breathe, force us to breathe.
They force us to breathe.
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