1. |
Loyalty Card
02:32
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Loyalty Card
You'd better watch yourself,
They know your name.
It's on the database,
It's on the database.
You say if you've done nothing wrong,
you'll be left alone.
But who makes the rules to be broken?
You don't make the rules.
Kneel.
Kneel and pray.
Kneel and pray,
“God make the bad men go away”
In your chains.
In your chains,
“God make the bad men go away”
You'd better watch yourself,
They'll find you out.
They'll track your spending,
to find out what you're all about.
For who are you?
And what does it mean?
You're just a number
on some computer screen.
Kneel.
Kneel and pray.
Kneel and pray,
“God make the bad men go away”
In your chains.
In your chains,
“God make the bad men go away”
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2. |
We are the baddies
03:00
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We are the Baddies
Left for dead inside their house
Noones gonna dig them out
We're the ones who sold the weapons
that scattered them and their possessions
Silently their screams rung out
another family wiped out
We're the ones who sold the weapons
Real-Politique done western style
World on fire.
No illusions.
Ask yourself,
your country,
right or wrong?
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3. |
Gaping at the Crows
04:51
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Gaping at the crows
This is my last attempt, calling from the cold.
Ever since the power went we've been on our own.
Will somebody rescue us in time?
Everything is decay, food is running low.
Bodies lying everywhere, gaping at the crows.
Will somebody rescue us in time?
The logic of the scientist had taken over everything,
the causes of the last event were never really known.
Calling out a message from the cold.
Calling out to anyone still whole.
Please reply...
The cameras stare triumphantly, so proud in their absurdity.
The corpses of the last derangement ever to take hold.
Calling out a message from the cold
Calling out to anyone still whole
Please reply...
Calling out to anyone still whole.
I've seen the light.
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4. |
Daisy
05:26
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Daisy
In all the universe...
In all of known time...
The one example of life...
Observes it's own hands...
And it's just childsplay,
corrupting DNA,
there's money to be made you see...
Just one of 59 survived.
They put the monsters down.
The mouse model was right.
*And she is still alive*
And it's just childsplay,
corrupting DNA.
The company will pay to see what happens.
And the monsters that you breed,
will stay here for all time
The poison in the seed,
will infiltrate the line.
For these are not machines,
you tiny little minds.
You have no right.
Release her.
Release her, you demons!
You don't know what you're doing
Release her, you demons!
Just another mouse, running round another wheel.
Just another mouth, waiting to be filled.
Just another mouse, running round another wheel.
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5. |
Take your Cut
06:49
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Take your Cut
We're all in this together,
and there's a bill that must get paid.
We can fix this mess, together,
if you just do what we say
Take your cut.
We're in this mess one nation,
the nice folk and the rest.
Each of us to their station;
society or pest.
Take your cut.
Blame it all on the shirkers,
those who lay behind their blinds.
They betray the toil of the workers,
it weighs on our beautiful minds.
Take your cut.
We are the same as you,
yet we are not the same
Take your cut.
You can blame it all on the shirkers,
those you lay behind their blinds.
They betray the toil of the workers,
it weighs heavy on our beautiful minds.
And the pain you bear,
though we won't be there,
weighs heavily.
Take your cut.
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6. |
Operations Research
05:52
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Operations Research
“They're taking your jobs away” - Stop a while, tell us how you feel.
'You work hard; they just take' - Tell us how you feel.
We will take your views.
And shoot them back at you.
'Look at their evil ways' - Tell us how you feel.
'Look at this babys face' – Tell us how you feel
We will take your views.
And shoot them back at you.
Weaponised culture.
You're a rabbit in a snare.
You can't deny
You can't dissent
This bloody war
When will it end
When it's all gone
What will you spend
You can't deny
You can't dissent
(a bell rings)
...your master is calling for you...
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7. |
Airframe Shock Testing
02:27
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8. |
Focus group
04:33
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Focus Group
Focus group, there's a war on you.
There's a war on you, focus group.
It all comes true, if you want it to.
It all comes true if you want.
Feel it coming.
Focus group, stuck in a loop.
Stuck in a loop, focus group.
It's all for you and your little views.
It's all for you if you want.
Feel it coming.
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9. |
5Live
02:19
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5Live
We talk .
And we talk.
And nothing.
Happens.
It gives the impression of a dialogue.
But it's not.
We'll frame the issues at a tabloid level.
You can hear the relief in the studio.
'Thank God!!'
Here's the sport.
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10. |
Pain
05:11
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Pain
Someone get the light,
burning through the night,
burning through my eyes again.
A cage within a cage.
I forget my age.
I forget my name.
And I will tell you anything to stop the pain...
(bleeding, the white noise screaming, the cold white heat)
Someone get the light,
burning through the night,
burning up my mind.
I forgotten everything,
I think,
I thought,
I thought,
I think I thought I was,
I think,
I thought,
I knew.
And I will tell you anything to stop the pain...
I will tell you anything.
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11. |
No Return
04:31
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No return
No return
Your ideals have left us in the dirt.
No more cold dreadful logic,
no more red alerts.
No return, we hate you.
We must see what we can do.
But everybody's in the game
And everybody thinks the same.
No return.
Your ideals have left the world betrayed.
You don't see us as people,
you see us as slaves.
No return, we hate you
We must see what we can do
But everybody's in the game.
And everybody thinks the same.
We could find a different way,
but everybody loves their chains.
Say goodbye fuckers.
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12. |
Plague Dogs
04:54
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Plague Dogs
So this is it?
A bowl of fruit and a pack of lies.
And all of nothing.
Just the limitation of the mind.
Let me in.
Our story is the story of the blind.
I'll try to lead you on,
I'll try to lead you on
If I could wear your skin,
You might just let me in.
If I could wear your skin,
you might.
And politicians...
Living out their Nineteenth Century lives.
They offer nothing.
Just the imitation you despise.
Let me in.
Burn their houses down,
It's only kind.
They'll try to lead you on.
They'll try to lead you on.
If I could wear your skin,
You might just let me in.
If I could wear your skin,
you might.
Underneath the sky,
swimming for an island,
miles away, In the emerald of the sea.
It's there,
you see?
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Mad Roland Luton, UK
Mad Roland is the tangible expression of the musical imaginings of one man who wrote an album to keep himself sane while he
went through his midlife crisis.
Thankfully the album is not full of moping songs about expanding waistlines and thinning hair; rather it addresses the larger insanity of our increasingly surreal society as we move ever closer to humanity's defining crisis.
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