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Music For Mental Cases
03:45
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Man sits me down
Looks in eyes
Reading notes
Man quietly sighs
Man asks what's wrong
Say boy don't know
Boy just feel wrong
Boy just don't know
Boy just don't know
How many thousand tears
Bottled for thousand years
Come crashing down
Like cavalcade of kicks
I just don't know
Pressure pressing pounds
On every last square inch of skin
The synapse twitch reveals to man what boy has sinned
Diagnosis spells the fate
Danger to self
You must be contained
And medicated
Quieten down and do your work little drone boy
Little drone boy
You're not listening
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Look to me sunshine
Mum to her child of ten
Well that boy's old enough
He'll not need her help again
Son hold my hand across the road
Cos there's cars coming
Godsake dad I'm fifteen years old
Don't make this weird
His world is changing by the second
He'll drop further down than anyone before
I can't tell you the way to shine
Cos I'm quite different
Just make your personal design
You gorgeous weirdo
Smash the Sun to light
To light across your city
Rank the stars in line
Let's shine em up real pretty
Your world's an overbooked disaster
Don't worry why you gone and done that for
Stand in the spotlight
Your time is finite
But that's alright
Yeah it's alright
You know it's alright
Don't change your decision
You're in the limelight
Your time is finite
But that's alright
Yeah it's alright
You know it's alright
Don't change your decision
He's approaching twenty nine
And still life's fucky
He's got two kids and one ex-wife
Counts himself lucky
Guess something wasn't in the plan
And she understood
He found he loved another man
Every seed of hope is shrouded by confusion
But from dirt is borne most beautiful of things
While the road is long the novel works out longer
Read but don't rework the pages that you wrote so far
You're in the spotlight
Your time is finite
But that's alright
Yeah it's alright
You know it's alright
Don't change your decision
Embrace the limelight
Your time is tonight
But that's alright
Yeah it's alright
You're gonna be alright
Don't change your decision
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The Club Downstairs
03:29
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Phantasmagoria expands
In the dreamlike fugue misanthropy demands
Pedants, peasants
Feel the wrath of Lamb
She's turning blue
Apollyon commands
Rectify your philotheian desires
You can do so much more with the devil inside
Cash the VIP pass to your mind
Stygian embrace lets the devil inside
The velvet rope is loosed and lets you through
Now it's time to see what you can do
It's all for me it's all for you it's all for
All for me it's all for you it's all for
All for me it's all for you it's all for
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Miss Used
02:19
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Clifford shot his last load in his jailer
Jimmy fucked off underground 'fore we could nail ya
If he asks don't go with Epstein to his trailer
The prince is just a nonce but he won't tell ya
Talent free Jane Doe in front of me
But it's her working for the Weinstein Company
I give it one give it five give it many more shots with feeling
But I always come back to your fucking great glass ceiling
And it's all cos I never opened wide
And it's all cos I never opened wide
And it's all cos I wouldn't spread em wide
Wide
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It's not that we don't know
It's not that we don't care
There's always something else
That needs to get done first
Mine into the core
Or buy another war
A holy graveyard is all our kids will fight for
Oh well
Only the wisest of our men
Could learn to love again
The charlatan's gospels are
Scratched in an imaginary pen
With stigmata hands
Infesting other lands
Keeping what we've learnt
Buried in the sand
Oh well
We're sorry for all we've done
For the first time in forever I feel free
To flee my life
Come on come down baby hear the call
It's a funeral pall and it's free for all
The man in the House is white yeah and he
The man in the House he knows just what to do
He'll stand and smile and tell you truths
Ditch your pride it'll just hold you back yeah
Kill your gods they'll just hold you back yeah
We're sorry for what we've done to you
Oh Mother we don't want to hurt you anymore
Come back to us
Don't come back
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Hold tight all time is grind
We seek we find but a smoking gun
Confined but it isn't mine
Dressed minus nines
Deaf blind and dumb
I watch the collapsing wall
It can't help but fall so I bite my tongue
I watch the sinews of the old world start to come undone
Who are you really?
Who are you?
Breathless, headstrong yet wrong
You tried so hard but everything is gone
This plague, apoplectic rage
But the bloodstained page won't speak of what you've done, no
Who are you really?
Who are you?
I said who are you really on the inside?
Who are you?
Scraping an abandoned sky
How come I don't cry when I bite my tongue?
Come down
We live underground
Where it's safe and sound
Till the next guy comes round
Who are you really?
Who are you?
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Ya Better Run, Marty
02:48
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What is this you say the right things
You do the right things you know
What is this I wear the right clothes
I smell the right smell I know
Path averts a second adrift and everyone looks at me
What I do? can nobody help? am I really all alone?
Caesars's ghost what a nameless artform
Shapeless void takes flight through the living room
My neighbour's dog keeps digging holes and it's making me nervous
It's getting far too hot in this house
Helminth is my eyes
Absinthe is my retina
Wormwood put the kibosh
No progress never work on a Sunday
Pushy bastards I hated them I buried under the patio
Looks real nice once they levelled it off
Fancy stones and Goddamn Marty you're such a piece of
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8. |
People Like Us
05:00
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Hush now my brother
You're not alone
Settle down my sister
Find your home
You're trying so hard
All defence
Deafened by the uproar
Muted by the silence
We always fall
People like us
Dawn will force you backwards
Heaven hails a requiem
For our souls
But nothing fills what's left behind
That endless hole
We always fall
People like us
Revenants guide you forward
Unto dusk
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Preventer Sheffield, UK
Postpunk / synthwave band from Yorkshire, UK
Deedee Ash: Vox / Guitar
Matt Holt: Synths / Keyboards
Keith Robinson: Bass
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