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Kick it Out
02:51
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Don’t like your twisted lies
Your faded alibis
Kick it out, kick it out now
Kick it out, kick it out now
Your cheap expediency
Your moral bankruptcy
Kick it out, kick it out now
Kick it out, kick it out now
Your lack of empathy
You’re beyond parody
Kick it out, kick it out now
Kick it out, kick it out now
Your sordid history
It’s all you’ll ever be
Kick it out, kick it out now
Kick it out, kick it out now
Kick it out
Kick it out now
Kick it out.
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The Trickster
02:18
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The Trickster whispers in your ear
And plugs into your deepest fears
He trains the monkey for your back
And what he takes, he don’t give back
A subtle artful parasite
Who keeps you numb and paralysed
Addiction to a primal fear
That underneath, there’s nothing there
The Trickster feeds you – bleeds you dry
Knows what you need to get you by
He’s always there, he’s your best friend
He’s with you ‘till the bitter end
A subtle artful parasite…
The Trickster hits you when you’re weak
On empty nights when you can’t sleep
And when you’re lonely in a crowd
He’s always there to drag you down
The Trickster fuels your every need
He drains your soul – it’s how he feeds
And when you’ve nothing left to give
He takes your final chance to live
A subtle artful parasite…
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Thief of Love
03:02
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Welcome to the Thief of Love
Welcome to the New Dark Age
His shadow rises, gaining strength
The Dawn of Reason starts to fade.
The Thief of Love...
The Thief of Love has many lives
Chameleonic in disguise
He feeds on honeyed barbed-wire lies
A cruel and ancient appetite
The Thief of Love...
The Thief of Love has scrawled his name
On every torn and bloodied page
That chronicles our history
A tableau of atrocity
The Thief of Love...
Welcome to the Thief of Love
Welcome to the New Dark Age
An atavistic nightmare shared
By generations laid to waste.
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Holy Cow
03:02
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Don't know what is and isn't,
What can and cannot be,
But what I do know is the way that I feel,
Don't wanna be shot down by my anxiety,
But when I tell you, I know how to bleed,
chorus
It's the things that you don't know,
when you're in touch with your soul,
right here, right place, right now,
Holy Cow, Sacred 7, instant heaven,
And music is the channel, beyond your mortal self,
your creativity beyond all else,
my friends all listen to the things I say,
they listen more, and hear more every day,
chorus
It's the things that you don't know,
when you're in touch with your soul,
right here, right place, right now,
Holy Cow, Sacred 7, instant heaven,
Don't know what is and isn't,
What can and cannot be,
But what i do know is the way that i feel,
Don't wanna be shot down by my anxiety,
But when i tell you, i know how to bleed,
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Monday Skies
02:52
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Monday skies
bruised hangover grey
And Friday seems
So far away
Life crawls by
in rush-hour scenes
As advertising
billboard dreams
Display the life you’ll never own
Convey the lie we’ve all been sold
It’s so much easier to fit in
And so another Week begins
The silent screams
from traffic jams
Reverberate
throughout the land
Commuters crush
the Underground
The markets float
and hopes are drowned
Lives are bartered, bought and sold
With blissful ignorance the goal
That everybody’s aiming for
And who could really ask for more?
A glass and steel cacophony
With blood and gold the currency
That binds your life from birth to death
That owns you ‘till your final breath
Beneath the cold grey City streets
A heart of frozen concrete beats
A neon pulse cuts through the rain
And so it all begins again…
Living a life on the underground x 3
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King of Something
02:53
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King of Something (After Johnny Cash)
Some people call me the King of Pain
'Cause when I get knocked down I get up again
I was born and raised from Original Sin
And I won't back down and I won't give in
I'm the King of Something
There's a King in Me
I'm the King of Something
You gotta believe
You gotta believe
Well I grew up quick and I grew up mean
And my fists got hard and my wits got keen
I don't got no time for no guilt nor shame
And If I cross your path I won't be back again - no
I'm the King of Something...
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Lost and Found
03:48
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I don't mind if you forget me
Let the memories gently fade
Good times, bad times, tears and laughter
Winter mists and summer rain.
Just remember if you need me
I will always be around
I'll be waiting where you left me
Somewhere in your lost and found
I can only hope that sometimes
You might stop and think of me
And maybe smile for just a moment
Autumn mornings by the sea
If I had my time all over
I would never let you down
I would fight to keep you with me
I would always stand my ground
Even if you never need me
I will always be around
Waiting right here where you left me
Somewhere in your lost and found
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8. |
Reality Bites
03:48
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Carnal dreams and fantasies,
That while away this darkened hour,
All flesh and mind - in disarray,
Why do I feel like now i've lost my power,
Chorus:
Broken limbs and broken hearts
Never thought it would come this far,
Crazy nights of virtuosity,
climbing through my curiousity
Longing for some reality
Reality Bites no no
Sold my dignity for the cheapest of thrills
That while away this darkened hour
Bloody memories they fade away
Rip the bandage leave a scar
chorus
Broken limbs and broken hearts
never thought it would come this far
Crazy nights of virtuosity
climbing through my curiosity
longing for some reality
Reality Bites no no
Forgotten Dreams and more fantasies
Takes away from this darkened hour
All flesh and mind in disarray
Why do I feel like I HAVE LOST MY POWER
Broken limbs and broken hearts
never thought it would come this far
Crazy nights of virtuosity
climbing through my curiosity
longing for some reality
Reality Bites no no
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Smart Money
03:24
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There’s no trouble on the tracks for the gravy train
All aboard, we’re right on time
Next stop: Fatcat Central Station
Change here for the Quango Line
We’ve got smart money deals we’ve got sharks and eels
We’ve got landmines and smart bombs
We’ve got generals and presidents
And we’re having lots of fun
That’s smart money…
We can take you for a ride to the rainbow’s end
Sign you up for your pot of gold
There’s only so much you can spend
And everything’s been sold
We’ve got Third-World organ donor banks
We’ve got cocaine financed deals
We’ve got Lloyds Names playing war games
And we’re oiling the right wheels
That’s smart money…
We can calculate your interest rate
We can sell austerity
Drip down economics and other cruel fables
We’ll keep you fighting for scraps from the table
That’s smart money…
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Yesterday's Men
02:36
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Yesterday’s men bear the memories and scars
of campaigns long since fallen from glory
But yesterday’s men cry alone in cold rooms
when the world has forgotten their story
Invisible armies who meet at park benches
Drinking to comrades who never returned
who wander the streets singing songs from the trenches
The ashes of history’s lessons unlearned
Who will remember, who will remember
Who will remember them
Who will remember, who will remember
Yesterday’s Men
Cenotaph ghosts on the November wind
And now as dusk settles their memory fades
For God, Queen and Country and night-shelter hostels
The long hidden shame of your poppy parades
Yesterday’s men have their ribbons and medals
and old photographs of the ones they once loved
Their moment is passing, their names unremembered
Their Empire has fallen and crumbled to dust
Who will remember…
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11. |
Some Days
04:18
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Some days bring you promises
Some days bring you lies
Some days bring all you desire
Some, all you despise
Some days kick you when you’re down.
Some days bring you happiness
Some days bring you pain
Some days will present themselves
In ways you can’t explain
Some days kick you when you’re down
Sometimes, days arrive unnoticed
Some days pass you by
Some contrive to test your strength
And leave you asking why
Some days kick you when you’re down. Some days are not what they seem
Some are nothing more
Some days bring the sweetest hope
Some must be endured.
Some days kick you when you’re down.
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’m a subterranean homesick beast
I just got out, just been released
I’m in your town and I cruise your streets
looking out for something sweet
So honey child come over here
Don’t be scared now don’t you fear
I’ll give you something baby
To ease your pain
I’ll give you something baby
keep you coming back again
Sugar’s sweet and so is spice
And I will treat you twice as nice
Heaven’s on the tip of my tongue
Kiss you kiss you dark and long
Heading south for your desire
Going down to bring you higher
I’ll give you something baby
To ease your pain
I’ll give you sweet, sweet
Keep you coming back again
I’m a subterranean homesick beast
I’m craving for another feast
Young as springtime old as sin
It’s cold outside so let me in
Hear me prowling at your door
Howling out for more and more
I’ll give you something…
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13. |
Blessings and Blemishes
04:34
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I was looking like some primal disaster as I staggered through the streets in the morning
I heard the birds call out my name as dawn was breaking and I guess I should’ve headed the warning
My skin was grey my eyes were red and somewhere back there lay the wreckage of the life I was leaving
And as the wind cut through my bones the heavens opened and the rain was testament to their grieving
Count your blessings and your blemishes
Own your sorrows, show your scars
These are what have shaped and formed you
Made you everything you are
I had no map and no direction just the sense that somewhere chaos and disorder were breeding
I saw a girl cry out to god and beg forgiveness only cosmic silence answered her pleading
Then I was drawn towards a crowd whose golden saviour from on high was selling cut price redemption
And in the streets piled high with garbage were the shadows of more nameless lives unknown and unmentioned
Count your blessings...
I’ve sinned with saints and prayed with sinners and I lost my faith in everything that gave my life meaning
I’ve walked through wastelands trawled through slums and crossed the boundaries of decency and taste and good breeding
I could be stupid proud and vain or something like the nightmare in your dreams as you’re sleeping
I could be decent or deranged and I could sell my soul for something else that might be worth keeping
Count your blessings...
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Seeds of 77 London, UK
Seeds of 77 have one goal. Making hard edged music heavily influenced by punk rock and it’s early 80s aftershocks. The
starting point is the songs and here there is a wealth of talent. Lockdown Breakout is their debut album. Full Line-up:
Vince Mahon: Vocals
Michi Sinn: Vocals
Richard Sheldrake: Guitar/Vocals
Finn Panton: Bass/Vocals
Simon Daniels: Keyboards
Neil Harris: Drums
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