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Kitty Under Broadway Lights
Get ready!
Get ready!
Here we come!
Get ready!
Get ready!
Here we come!
Are you being entertained?
Get ready!
Here we come!
Are you being entertained?
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Everything Gone Wrong Song
The man for all seasons strangled himself with the hose
while drinking from the nozzle
His wife is stacking the fridge with jelly, starch and slime
The pot-bellied picnicker fell asleep in his folding chair
after a case of ice-cold cheapo beer
The painless dancers in the ballrooms of unconsciousness
are twirling and whirling, doing the celestial spiral
The semi-paralysed tightrope walker is crossing concrete valleys
barely liveable enough to want to die in
He got his GoPro working
They stagger, creep and crawl across the bubbling sprawl
They dream, they fly - silently they sigh
taking selfies at the coast – they’re going for what matters most
Late at night they wish for a new companion
Lear jets and yachts buzz around the islands of voracity
So, one per cent is rich, the rest have a bad case of envy
Self-victimised activists blog themselves to fame
Homegrown terrorists invade your shopping mall
Autotuned pop twats drill your ears
while modern fascists in sloppy disguise march and chant again
Dictators and bureaucrats vaporise your daydreams
Celebs, pundits and talk show hosts exercise self-promotion and mass delusion
Conductors and hobos on the gravy train are grinning and waving at everyone
They jabber, brag and bawl - they never answer when you call
They came, they saw - they ate your eyeballs raw
They photographed your face - they gave you a rude embrace
If you feel like screaming, go ahead
The iconoclast hermit lives near the tower of blue horses
he’s not the fool on the hill
but he knows what’s going down
in the modern art museum
well-off winos are contemplating geometric patterns
and pictures of bodies on the beach
while trillions of gadgets are blinking and beeping
and one hundred million refugees are on their way
They scare you, don´t they?
You shiver, shake and bleed - someone sows the final seed
You run, you hide - you´ve been taken for a ride
your brother goes by the name of Cain – your endeavours are in vain
So, who did you save the last dance for?
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Speak to Me!
04:36
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Speak to Me!
Drink up! The new bottle holds a different wine
We´ve come a long, long way from the safety zone
Link up! Cutting along the dividing line
the blade goes all the way down to the bone
Speak to me, please!
Say, what is it that is wrong
Tell me
how long
will this be going on?
Eyes shut - words still dangling from your lips
one of us should know what this silence means
Ties cut - go lick your trembling fingertips
what a way to go, down to the green
Speak to me, please!
Say, what is it that is wrong
Tell me
how long
will this be going on?
Speak to me, please!
Tell me
will this be going on?
Bone dry - picking out of season fruit
you fell for the taste and came back for more
Lone cry - pulling out the deepest root
a feeling of waste down to the core
Speak to me, please!
Say, what is it that is wrong
Tell me
how long?
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Black Limousine Blues
05:43
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Black Limousine Blues
Outside my happy home
stopped a black limousine
Outside my happy home
stopped a black limousine
Somebody urged my baby inside
and I was left alone at the scene
I had my mouth wide open
couldn´t find words to say
I had my mouth wide open
couldn´t find words to say
when the limousine turned around
and pulled away
Sometimes you hear rumours
about the things they hide from you
Sometimes you hear rumours
about the things they hide from you
I was afraid my darkest nightmare
was finally coming true
All the neighbours came to see me
but I sent them away
All the neighbours came to see me
but I sent them away
You see, you never can tell
who to trust these days
The day the limousine came back
I didn´t know what was real
The day the limousine came back
I didn´t know what to feel
when I saw my baby
sitting right behind the wheel
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Tuesday Won't Make It
04:05
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Tuesday Won´t Make It
I open the paper,
yes, I still read the papers,
though it´s mostly gibberish these days
I had to turn off the radio, they´re talking much too fast
They should be more careful, culture is fragile in many ways
I wish someone would send me something
Something built to last
I finally opened all the mail
Then I started a fire
and burned every reminder
What do they want?
They should know by now that I can´t pay
The dazzling news keep coming in
They´ve got my brain in a grinder
Oh, the riders of the real world
trample on my slumber
as they come in infinite numbers
This routine is getting ridiculous
accumulating rubbish,
watching frantic phantoms by the score
Now, there´s someone at the door
just someone to ignore
Exposed to multi media boredom
and the news reader´s pretentious sobriety
the news of the war,
and all the silly unkind people
this ludicrous society
lunatics running for office
the ever-demanding system,
the treadmill race
lethal jokers invading my time and space
Oh, here they come,
here they come again....
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6. |
Falling Apart
05:46
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Falling Apart
It´s falling apart - you can´t rely on the brave
It´s falling apart - you can´t rely on your slaves
It´s falling apart - you can´t rely on the deal
It´s falling apart - it makes no difference how you feel
It´s falling apart - you can´t rely on good advice
It´s falling apart - you can´t rely on being nice
Beauty is dying and so is art
take this matter to your heart
revive your knack for throwing darts
Everything used to happen far away
now it´s closing in and it´s plain as day
It´s nobody´s virtue and everyone´s fault
the machinery will grind to a halt
The sick and the blind will rise from the vault
And suddenly all the future´s gone
The rats are loose and the race is on
It´s falling apart - you can´t rely on the president
It´s falling apart - the error is evident
It´s falling apart - you can´t rely on the sciences
It´s falling apart - you can´t rely on alliances
It´s falling apart - you can´t rely on your book of rules
It´s falling apart - you can´t rely on a bunch of fools
Some get fed, some pay the cost
conmen leave no line uncrossed
Young men aren´t angry, they´re just lost
There´s no concept that will succeed
there´s no ambition, only greed
Some walk in circles and talk to themselves
Some quote from the books on their dusty shelves
Some dance over fire like viscious elves
Some are busy keeping up the charade
Some are driving down the promenade
Suicide warriors fall in sacred strife
they found a higher sense of purpose in life
Flashy pied pipers play their fifes
Some jester ignites his blasting fart
If the play´s the thing you´d better know your part
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Suburbia and the Choir Boys
The bearded boys are doing the brew house stomp
Little Kevin´s gone diving in the stinking swamp
Someone claims they´ll blow up the plant tonight
Some news channel purchased the exclusive rights
and the choir boys are singing
Who jumps up? Who sneaks around?
Who must wear the piss pot crown?
Have you heard the news?
He´s an honest kid, dressed like you and me
and tonight´s the night you can watch him on TV
Ready to go and die for his sense of honour
Star of the show, praising the thrill to be a goner
and the choir boys are singing
Who jumps up? Who sneaks around?
Who must wear the piss pot crown?
Have you heard the news?
Social media junkies salivate and post their likes
Clueless politicians prattle into forests of mikes
everyone acting as if they had a point to make
raving about amazing facts that can´t be faked
and the choir boys are singing
Who jumps up? Who sneaks around?
Who must wear the piss pot crown?
Have you heard the news?
You whose bowls are empty
are you happy to have something to die for?
You who live in the land of plenty
be careful what you cry for!
Content to be spoonfed with pointless information
while some raging madman pretends to save the nation
Everyone´s a victim through someone else´s fault
and life is all about surviving the next assault
and the choir boys are singing
Who jumps up? Who sneaks around?
Who must wear the piss pot crown?
Have you heard the news?
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8. |
Mama's Working 9 to 5
04:00
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Mama´s Working Nine to Five
Mama´s working nine to five
to keep her aging body alive
Papa´s cooking up a sturdy stew
by tonight he´ll have it ready for you
Monkey see, monkey do
You like me, I like yo
Shaba daba dee Shaba daba doo
Impersonate yourself
Impersonate yourself
Impersonate yourself
Impersonate yourself
All kids want their share of fun
lining up for Number One
Share what you like, like what you share
Too daft to be real, too busy to care
Monkey see, monkey do...
Daddy´s drinking eight to four
Mama´s shut the bedroom door
Everybody´s got a scene to watch
everybody´s got a sweaty crotch
Monkey see, monkey do....
When you feel like yesterday´s papers
when no-one cares for your news
Put on a show for the gapers
Throw‘em a cake and let them eat it, too
Do your trick to get your treat
Licking juice in the midnight heat
Go viral with your guts spilled out
Stick a flower in your puppy´s snout
Monkey see, monkey do....
Oh my God, I feel so out of place
living among the human race
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Migration Song
03:52
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Migration Song
I know exactly what you came here for
You can have my pity but nothing more
You run from persecution, war and disease
I´ll write a charity cheque to keep things at ease
You left your home where you cannot exist
You made it to the camp - you are truely blessed
Made it through the desert and across the sea
You´re lining up at the border - should it bother me?
You ask for justice, you ask for peace
You´re like a captive in hopes of release
It goes by unnoticed if you live or die
it almost breaks my heart to pass you by
Beware who you trust to change your luck
You might suffocate in the back of a truck
You don´t know what you´ll get but you pay in advance
You face the choice and you take a chance
I engage in welfare, I engage in your fate
How many of you are there? Help me calculate
It´s a special game of give and take
All the same re-election´s at stake
You pay your part, I own the sum
I own the change you hope will come
I own the road, you pay by the mile
Everything´s arranged in colonial style
I own your history and the past lives on
I own the rescources you depend upon
I own the rights to dig your soil
I pay the troops in a war for oil
while rebels fight for a people ignored
for the sake of a slogan or for God´s reward
for deprived civilians behind the lines
for the souls of children that stepped on mines
They fight until they don´t know what they´re fighting for
and they´ll keep on fighting
because I own the war
I mind my business, hope you don´t mind
This is not the time for acting kind
What keeps me going is what keeps you poor
Still you got hopes for the future, what is it that makes you sure?
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Basement Paradise
05:31
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Basement Paradise
Tonight there will be one star shining
brighter than ever before
Tonight there will be one star shining
brighter than ever before
The voices of passion will be calling
forever more
When the lights go out after midnight
we’ll make such a pretty pair
When the lights go out after midnight
we’ll make such a pretty pair
Some say there is no such thing as heaven
but you can trust me to take you there
Take another sip from the bottle
while I just sit here and stare
Take another sip from the bottle
while I just sit here and stare
Grant me the privilege of looking at you
with your bewildered eyes and golden hair
I know you´re in need of a special treat
let's see what I can provide
I know you´re in need of a special treat
let's see what I can provide
Tonight you’re not going to run, Babe
down here is the perfect place to hide
Through the morning mist we’ll drive to the ocean
nowhere in this world you'll find a deeper blue
Through the morning mist we’ll drive to the ocean
nowhere in this world you´ll find a deeper blue
I guarantee you out there
no one will come looking for you
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The Man with the Hard-Boiled Mind and other Stories
This is the man with the hard-boiled mind
for seven seasons he kept it buried in the ground
until it turned all brown and black and blue
Now he´s got his mouldy beans to grind
He´s selling instant logic by the pound
He learned to swallow hard so he won´t have to chew
And the backstreet girls sing shalala
and the boys engage in bla bla bla
and it all goes round and round and round and round again
and we all feel the mule kick inside every now and then
She had lived in a trailer all her life
seven tornadoes wouldn´t change her mind
A hard-headed honey with lots of candy to share
Then one day she became the ambassador’s wife
He used to watch her through the screen door from behind
That´s a lot to hold on to and a heavy burden to bear
And the backstreet girls sing shalala
and the boys engage in bla bla bla
and it all goes round and round and round and round again
and we all feel the mule kick inside every now and then
Tinsel entertainers in silver survival suits
They can make you laugh but they´ll never make you smile
They tenderise you with their sugar coated brags
clicking the heels of plastic combat boots
they madly salute as you´re walking down the aisle
They punch you as you´re running from their running gags
And the backstreet girls sing shalala
and the boys engage in bla bla bla
and it all goes round and round and round and round again
and we all feel the mule kick inside every now and then
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Repeat: The Goons Are Out
So twinkle, twinkle little star
nothing´s too bright and nothing´s too far
some are damned and some are blessed
What do you think we think you are
always on scene, never on cue
So pathologically self-obsessed
in everything you say or do
Set the stage and get on with the show
what you see is what you get and all you hear is all you know
with your eyes on the distance and your hand on your heart
nothing´s too high and nothing´s too low
You´re on the fast lane to perfection
Sorry to say you had a false start
and no sense of direction
I guess you´ve heard this one before
Excuse me for being such a bore
Hey, what´s that smell behind your door?
Say, what is it that you´ve got in store?
Anyway, would you like to hear some more?
There´s a monster sleeping on your floor
They came and raped your favourite whore
Yes, the goons are out and this is war!
How often must I repeat things until you deign to remember?
How often must I repeat things until you deign to remember?
How often must I repeat things until you deign to remember?
Post-modern science will save your arse
when oceans rise and fuel is scarce
Dream of shiny things in your future world
and feed the lepers on water from Mars
Well, nothing´s too cool and nothing´s too hot
Who can see as far as the muck is hurled?
Just never say you didn´t want what you´ve got
Supply the guns and tell the world to like or lump it
Cash in on the falling costs for blood and bone
Strike a deal and someone will pass their stack to you
Your conscience turns to waste but you can´t dump it
When shells fly low you retreat to the comfort zone
But this time it´ll all come back to you
I guess you´ve heard this one before
Excuse me for being such a bore
Hey, what´s that smell behind your door?
Say, what is it that you´ve got in store?
Anyway, would you like to hear some more?
There´s a monster sleeping on your floor
They came and raped your favourite whore
Yes, the goons are out and this is war!
How often must I repeat things until you deign to remember?
How often must I repeat things until you deign to remember?
How often must I repeat things until you deign to remember?
How often must I repeat things until you deign to remember?
How often must I repeat things until you deign to remember?
How often must I repeat things?
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Cassandra's Diary pg 27
07:00
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Cassandra´s Diary Pg. 27
The nervous kid´s been moved to ward 7
Something tells him this is not heaven
Bulb-eyed Curly sports his infamous stare
there´s a distant hum that got him really scared
The big man is leaning on his broom
in his corner of the recreation room
Jack the Dipper sure is feeling fine
slow waltzing on cloud nine
But something feels so wrong
the radio is silent tonight
Something´s going on
inside the asylum tonight
Grapevine announced the latest affair
Dr. Strangelove and Sister Golden Hair
The kitchen aide has dropped the plates
One more night she will be working late
The wolfman´s standing in a purple haze
They could stop his howling but not his gaze
The night watch left their deck of cards
Someone soon will come down hard
But something feels so wrong
the radio is silent tonight
Something´s going on
inside the asylum tonight
They’re monitoring their displays
They are turning down the lights
So I guess I´ll call it a day
inside the asylum tonight
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