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[sic!]
04:37
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We are sick of you
No more waves through the air — oh no
No more words, only echoes all around
Feed the turds holding office until they drown
Just down and out
And when they finally destroyed all your printing plants
Phony smiles supercede bias incidents
You slowly realize what kind of content is proclaimed
Drawn upon hate
This is all fake!
They pushed you to the spot you run their goldmine
You let them off the hook for comfort low life
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Younity
05:06
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Love ourselves
With all our features gaining knowledge
We will bear you down
With evil greed today
Love ourselves
Compete with people’s vicious foreheads
We agreed way too loud
On fraud against the crowd
Yeah, you’re great, and there’s even more to take
With our rank loathing, neck choking, scrawler notes
Cold betrayal, soon there’s no one left to bail
With our bags folded, already sold it to your mates
Bear you down
We will bend you to the ground
Back in a fight
The one that passed you by
Just stay calm and bow to conservatives
Even though they lost all trustworthiness
Go on praise their sound
With us around
Out loud
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Venice Imprint
05:24
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Hold my breath, stop receiving my destiny
I need to gasp while I drag heavy weight
My leaking soul makes my head turn late
To watch the stains on my former ways
You are out of sight and I don’t know how to gain appetite
We fall out of line when we hail through the past of our time
With claw marks on my shoulders and bruises down my neck
The case is getting older — is this ever coming back?
I need to know — is this ever coming back?
To whom do we owe the complaint when we get busted
To join that show about people either wild or trusted
Like ages ago there is no conscience but we don’t know yet
For now we spill our drinks quiet disciplined — to make us forget
Are you with me tonight — beat the odds of old times?
Let’s just cut our headlights and take another ride …
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4. |
Dougie Jones
04:09
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Don’t you tell me you like to wait abandoned in the rain
You’ve got my back, so we can raise the bar … for pain
Don’t you try hiding while there’s nothing to complain
Don’t keep your secret until all intentions obey
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I never wanted to know
Don’t you try hiding, don’t you try
Don’t you try hiding in the rain
Back then, we used to blow it
With our heads out of control
Don’t you tie my hands onto your spine
To keep you upright
Hear me say “I can’t hold it”
Take a seat — there’s no fallin’
I will never hold the reins of your life
Won’t let you down despite they hate ya
Get off the ground and meet me later
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Trespass
03:58
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Yeah, alright, let’s talk about the other side
“Sparkling lights!” — what? — “We’ve seen ’em!” — we? “Recondite” is whatever you try to hide
Seize my words : good bye — farewell your foolish rites!
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Neal
04:57
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“I have been waiting for your exile
As long as you might know
Already burned your houses
You won’t start moving though
So I keep calling for the landlords
I don’t want to fight
Oh, they’re coming armed and ruthless
With chaos left behind”
Swearing slurs off uppish mouths down to the ground quoting
misled villains from the darkest of decades. The game is on.
Who can compete with the most reckless and self absorbed
mindsets and who has the guts to spill it out loud in public?
The broad reaction? It becomes apparent both unexpected and
awful: a big hand … Damn, are you kidding me?
Not even a language
As we know this got out of hand years ago. When blistering terms
managed to cut through, reaching marks followed by unacceptable,
soon tolerated behavior and action beyond repair. Once
considered as deleted, outdated. But this is still happening.
Some claim it as pure passion and they are disgustingly wrong.
Wrong again. Are you ready to leave?
“Where you goin’ with your havoced mind?
Is it true you’re leaving back right into the wild?
We’ve been growing — well, call it friend of mine
But I will never admit we are one of a kind”
Not even a language
Whoever comes from abroad is assumed corrupt to a fragile
construct of a functioning society, tested and approved by hearsay, ensured
by misguided associates and mutually agreed. Some
have never been brave enough to wet their hands in public
dialogue but dive right into this pool of lies, just like proudly
entering an ill prepared trap. Officials listening, accepting
and proliferating total bigotry while lacking any kind of interest
for those really affected.
They literally sense that sweaty skin — shaking, but hide under
guarding hoods and take advantage of impressions determined
by offensive yelling while the actual content remains without
comprehension.
Jaw — many, deceased culture
This is not even a language
And we will always refuse to acknowledge this kind of phonetics.
We will never leave
But where do we go?
COLOUR vanishes
AGE was made for laws and statistics
GENDER is fluid
SIZE shrinks and wears out
SPECIES mutate
SHAPES shift
PLACE OF BIRTH can be left and is nothing but lucky shit
Just like wealthy friends
Soil is where it all ends — keep that in mind while looking down
Go figure
In the end we are all equal by death
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Great Headache
03:12
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Your mother is gone and your father’s a locust
Let me know what they left, now get back into focus
Who can trust your eyes — confirm what you’ve seen?
… Still the meaning of “argue” does rely on belief
This time I fucked up and you were right
Prayed in old terms into the night
Then you told me to try again
I never replied
Since your mother is gone
You’ve been chased back where you began
When you wake up you know it
But you keep it
Your father’s still on the run
On behalf of his seething son
You fall asleep and you know it
Intending great change but …
Your cruel habits to fight
Could make us one of a kind
Now, this is my descendant’s break
I just returned some great headache
And you know nothing
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Salad Boys
05:21
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You claim I am gazing at you and you pick a fight
Martial arts is not what I am into, so I better keep quiet
You step forward, come close, grab my collar and cease
Seems like an unworthy opponent to you — this is why I’m released
And what the hell happened back then?
Do you remember where your bliss was spent?
Still high on the comedown?
At least I can’t figure out
Up to you — choices are few
Chose the damage task or let me pass
Set it on review
Your grace — you ain’t feel nothing
Your face — I don’t want to touch it
All your pals know their empire’s gone
Some decades ago still written in bold letters
Try to hide the past were you are from
With getting physical like printed on tight sweaters
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VILLAGES Dresden, Germany
Villages is a post punk band based in Dresden, Germoney.
They're really into 80´s synths, delayed guitars and a lot of wires.
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