1. |
Merchandise
04:37
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Welcome to the factory,
Where everybody's stocking up on batteries,
And everybody's looking for the new toy,
Soft around the edges,
Fun for all ages, yeah.
Hold on, do I know that boy?
He sang once of innocence and teenage joy,
He once meant something to me,
Where once was promise,
Now there is commerce, yeah.
Someday you'll listen, and that day you'll find,
That we've all got a breaking point, and it's got a pound sign.
When the merchandise,
Is flying off the shelves,
We don't think twice,
About cheapening ourselves,
The merchandise,
Supplying the demand,
They pay the price,
And it falls into our hands.
Welcome to the fashion show,
We heard you were curious of letting go,
Sign here and that can be arranged,
As long as there's a market,
You're our latest target, yeah.
Hello? Can you hear me shout?
I heard you were headed for success now.
That's when I found you swinging from a price tag.
Soft around the edges,
Fun for all ages, yeah.
Someday you'll listen, and that day you'll find,
That we've all got a breaking point, and it's got a pound sign.
When the merchandise,
Is flying off the shelves,
We don't think twice,
About cheapening ourselves,
The merchandise,
Supplying the demand,
They pay the price,
And it falls into our hands.
Merchandise is flying off the shelves,
We don't think twice,
About cheapening ourselves,
The merchandise,
Supplying the demand,
They pay the price,
And it falls into our hands.
We've all got a breaking point,
And it's got a pound sign.
When the merchandise,
Is flying off the shelves,
We don't think twice,
About cheapening ourselves,
The merchandise,
Supplying the demand,
They pay the price,
And it falls into our hands.
We are the merchandise,
We're flying off the shelves,
We don't think twice,
About cheapening ourselves,
The merchandise,
Supplying the demand,
They pay the price,
And it falls into our hands.
We've all got a breaking point.
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2. |
Immersion
02:32
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So, forces of evil will kick at your door.
The only mistake left is asking for more, whilst
society's spending too much on itself.
A measure of power is a measure of wealth.
Immersion is hollow, unspoken and true.
The future is dawning, it's dawning on you,
And for the last time, now, my love.
A counterfeit culture will bury the days.
A flag and a slogan are lighting the way.
The road may be twisted, but hey, so are we.
We'll breach all the barricades and spread the disease.
The future's dependent, dependent on you.
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3. |
Folly
03:32
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I found out my folly:
The plight of the fool:
Unquestioning trust;
A faith in the fruitless.
I thought I was wary,
And maybe I am,
But easily-led,
A traitor to logic.
Now I'm in your hands.
You hold the key,
To all I pretend to be.
Please don't ruin this for me.
I tried to be careful,
But I was seduced,
Bohemian chic,
Human understanding,
So maybe I'm weak.
I know it's a custom,
To wear a facade,
A headlong bravado,
But it's not me.
And now, you hold the key,
To all I pretend to be.
Please don't ruin this for me.
You hold the key,
To all I pretend to be.
Please don't ruin this for me.
There's no need to worry:
It's turning out fine:
The chance that you took;
You will not regret this.
So maybe my folly,
Is not quite the same,
Reluctance to trust,
A doubt in the flawless...
Keep me in your hands.
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4. |
April 4th
02:50
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5. |
Kill Fashion
04:25
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I'm thinking of selling my friends.
I don't know what to want any more.
They say romance will cushion the hurt.
Did it work?
No, it's worse.
Gunning a war on the norm.
I hope that you don't take it personally.
There's something coming soon.
It doesn't involve you.
A mirror for us all.
A paragon, slowly, surely, fall.
You made us feel safe and alive,
Then you shocked us all,
With your suicide.
Way past the threshold of 'vanity'.
Phallic obstruction of sanity. Sanity.
Kill fashion.
An ugly refrain for the loner.
Stuck in a rut, in a teenage coma.
There's honesty somewhere, I'm sure.
Maybe less may be more.
Way past the threshold of 'vanity'.
Phallic obstruction of sanity. Sanity.
Kill fashion.
I've been trying to murder my friends,
but they're just too cute! It's impossible.
Head full of the sirens,
so I don't and won't. Maybe.
Take.
Lovesick and crushed into shape.
Say nothing because that's not quite true.
I judge you wrong.
These guitars will scream 'til the end.
Live like you're lost, and with spite.
In pursuit of the empty that means to feel alright.
Inflicted, so sudden, just tear me apart.
Slow you down, holy ground.
Way past the threshold of 'vanity'.
Phallic obstruction of sanity. Sanity.
Kill fashion.
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6. |
Corruption Come
03:00
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With freedom as your noose,
Another lonely poster-child,
Decaying on display.
The vanity of youth,
A shallow, sallow merchandise,
Construction of today.
Disgusted by the sound.
A vapid ocean counterpart,
But no-one hears the call.
I spit on holy ground,
Like every vagrant renegade,
A purpose after all.
With nothing to lose but your mind,
Corruption come, and rob us blind.
There is a second hell,
They call it heaven and
it comes to those who fear.
And as the pipebomb fell on paradise, a smile raised,
A purpose after all.
We can change the world.
With fire.
With nothing to lose but your mind,
Corruption come, and don't ask why.
We can change the world.
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7. |
I Hear You
04:47
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Sarah ran away from home,
With ordinary people, and nowhere else to go.
A disconnected life.
A picture set in stone.
With disappointing people.
A future still unknown.
I want to see you soon.
I need to see you soon.
And over city lights,
And lost somewhere in time,
I hear you crying out,
But I'm no good with words,
And all I do is hurt.
I need to see you soon.
I hear you fall apart:
Can only follow suit.
I need to see you soon.
Someday, we can cross that sea.
And set this thing in motion,
Whatever it may be.
I want to see you soon.
And over city lights,
And lost somewhere in time,
I hear you crying out,
But I'm no good with words,
And all I do is hurt.
I need to see you soon.
I hear you fall apart:
Can only follow suit.
With nothing in my life,
I might as well be blind.
I'm not inclined to feel,
That anything here's real.
Across the midnight sky,
A satellite just dies.
I'm not inclined to feel.
Sarah found herself a home,
With ordinary people, and nowhere real to go.
I need to see you soon.
And over city lights,
And lost somewhere in time,
I hear you crying out,
But I'm no good with words,
And all I do is hurt.
I need to see you soon.
I hear you fall apart:
Can only follow suit.
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8. |
Get Out.
03:40
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9. |
The Greatest Day
03:01
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A book of old photographs,
I study the pages,
Just sit there for ages.
The slides of our happy past,
When smiles never faded,
A history jaded.
I tear up the artefacts,
So dear to the real me,
I don't feel the feeling.
And now to the last,
And surely the best,
Memory I have,
But just like the rest,
I don't see the meaning.
And it's got to be,
The greatest day.
Forget it all now:
I've made my mistake.
And it's got to be,
The greatest day.
Means nothing to me.
Just throw it away.
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10. |
Reckless
04:39
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You beautiful moron, you terrible wonder,
The one that tomorrow has to fear,
'cause you don't fear tomorrow.
It's taking you higher, it's dragging you under,
It's all you can see and you need to feel,
There's always tomorrow.
Never mind the consequence, you get back up to fall again:
You're reckless.
Just to feel it again,
But you'll never feel it again.
In every second, in every moment,
We feel a kind of ticking as the blood still flows,
Around us.
It's happening again.
The damage again.
The panic again.
The nothing that the everything became.
Again.
And every time you make amends,
Another opportunity ends,
but you've learned to expect this.
So that's not stopping you:
Never mind the consequence, you get back up to fall again:
You're reckless.
So look at it this way, you terrible wonder,
You'll see that the end is drawing closer and closer.
There's nothing higher or further under:
It's all you can see and you need to feel,
with no tomorrow.
And every time you see the chance,
It drips like water from your hands,
and it's futile in perspective,
But that's not stopping you:
Never mind the consequence, you get back up to fall again:
You're reckless.
Just to feel it again,
But you'll never feel it again.
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11. |
Shot Down
03:06
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Go ahead and do what you want to,
Imperial eye and I want you shot down.
Open up and let the wave come through,
Imperial eye and I want you shot down.
Take your medicine.
Maybe it'll all go away.
In reddest sin,
Waiting for someone to say,
You'll feel better soon,
But still always counting the days.
Go ahead and do what you want to,
Imperial eye and I want you shot down.
Open up and let the wave come through,
Imperial eye and I want you shot down.
Hey, get ridiculed,
Maybe that's always the way.
Let in the fools,
So desperate to kick down the gate,
So miniscule,
Between self-pity and -hate.
Go ahead and do what you want to,
Imperial eye and I want you shot down.
Open up and let the wave come through,
Imperial eye and I want you shot down.
Between.
Go ahead and do what you want to,
Imperial eye and I want you shot down.
Open up and let the wave come through,
Imperial eye and I want you shot down.
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12. |
Get Down!
04:10
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When you're gambling in time,
Do you question what it's like?
Would you open up your mind?
Do you fear what lies inside?
When you're braindead, high on low,
Do you find yourself alone?
How could anybody know?
Can this really be a home?
And I hate how I began, and I hate what I've become.
Tear the blueprints, kill the plan.
New objective, gonna:
Get down! You wouldn't want to interfere.
Get down! or "someone get me out of here"
Down! You wouldn't want to wait around.
Get down! It's going to take a long time now.
So get: down.
When you're fighting for dear life,
Do you ever think of me?
I'm just stuck inside myself,
Not a hope of breaking free.
So I'm looking deep inside
to the girl who runs my mind,
She is ailing, she is tired,
She is cut-up from the fight.
And I hate how I began, and I hate what I've become.
Tear the blueprints, kill the plan.
New objective, gonna:
Get down! You wouldn't want to interfere.
Get down! or "someone get me out of here!".
Is this anaesthetic, or am I apathetic-mess?
Yes, I'm falling, yes, I fell, so get: down.
Get down! You wouldn't want to interfere.
Get down! or "someone get me out of here"
Down! You wouldn't want to wait around.
Get down! It's going to take a long time now.
So get: down.
Get down.
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13. |
Hover
06:55
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How I miss you. How I miss you, gravity.
How I miss youth; How I misused the one thing granted to me.
There's nothing left to betray,
They just ascend to decay,
And imitate the cliché.
Pristine, unbridled and sleek,
Slow-motion drifting, the sleet;
Teenaged, incurious sleep.
Skywritten, every line,
But in the back of our minds,
We know we're all out of time.
How many martyrs must fall,
Before we see through it all,
And heed the call?
Stripped of their anchors, these corpses will hover,
Floating by starlight.
Clipped at the ankles, we found one another,
Now in our twilight,
Nothing but a dream.
Higher, higher.
And now this moment is bleak,
We're temporary and weak,
Forget the things that you seek:
They're just a passing release,
But is it all that we see,
Or what we want it to be?
Stripped of their anchors, these corpses will hover,
Floating by starlight.
Clipped at the ankles, we found one another,
Now in our twilight,
It's nothing.
First we run, run, run, then the damage is done, and we're gone.
First we run, run, run, then the damage is done, and we're gone.
How I miss you. How I miss you, gravity.
How I miss youth; How I misused the one thing granted to me.
It's not a tragedy, no:
Just one more casualty.
It's only there to be gone.
There's nothing left to betray,
They just ascend to decay,
Forever wilting away.
Stripped of their anchors, these corpses will hover,
Floating by starlight.
Clipped at the ankles, we found one another,
Now in our twilight,
Stray and estranged now, you know when you're over,
Floating by starlight,
Here at the sidelines, watching you go: don't go!
Can we not just sing/sink like we used to?
How I miss you, gravity.
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14. |
Red City
02:30
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I lost my friends in a red city and I'll never let it happen again.
Ohgod, it's happened again.
Did you only want the good ones as you said,
or did you ever really want me?
Did you only want the smart ones as you said,
or did you ever really want me?
There's no heaven nor secret garden, no,
I don't even have to pretend:
I lost my friends in a red city and I'll never let it happen again.
Ohgod, it's happened again.
Did you only want the good ones as you said,
or did you ever really want me?
Did you only want the smart ones as you said,
or did you ever really want me?
There's no heaven nor secret garden, no,
I don't even have to pretend:
I lost my friends in a red city and I'll never let it happen again.
Ohgod, it's happened again.
I lost my friends in a red city and I'll never let it happen again.
Ohgod, it's happened again.
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Paper Truth Newcastle Under Lyme, UK
2007-2014
Written, performed and recorded by Colin Surname
now working as absentine.bandcamp.com
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