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Centaur
03:34
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Earthbound
03:31
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I wish I was a force, an energy without a shape
These senses never change, dimensions measured in red tape
Eyes, behind these thousand eyes, behind this information I cram
I'm a human in disguise, I bet you think I'm not but I am
I think you think I can't, but I can
So get me out of this home sweet home
Water my mind but it will not grow
It's where you are, where you'll always be
It's where you are, where you'll always be
My body isn't ready, my head is saying what's the use
God echolocate me, graciously accept this truce
Earth, the world is not enough, as every novel rots in my hands
Grant me liminality, extraneous appearance be damned
I bet you think I can't, but I can
So get me out of this home sweet home
Water my mind but it will not grow
It's where you are, where you'll always be
If I grow complacent then murder me
It's where you are, where you'll always be
It's where you are, where you'll always be
Where you are, where you'll always be
I bet you think I'm not, but I am
I think you think I can't, but I can
Now just watch me
It's where you are, where you'll always be
It's where you are, where you'll always be
It's where you are, where you'll always be
It's where you are, where you'll always be
It's where you are, where you'll always be
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3. |
(no_drugs)
00:01
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Don't do drugs
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4. |
Jamboree
03:58
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Virally contracted or a side-effect of being precocious
Clumsy like a muscle undergoing endometriosis
We're brittle-boned, thin-skinned, reared wrong, head spins, carry on, carrying
The weight of a parent's shoulder, nausea at growing older, we're all in this together, until we crash the servers to which our lives are tethered, I've got my ticket to the
Melancholy jambore
Melancholy jamboree
Reserve the right to retract yourself into an atom
Almost all my friends I could envision waving down from heaven
Suicide is pointless when you haven't felt alive in forever
Instant smile, instant frown, markets up, or maybe down, or maybe drugs, or maybe Coke
The jury's out for lunch now, the judge has had a stroke and the killer's on parole now I guess I'm trying to say that I'm grateful every day that I've got my ticket to the
Melancholy jamboree
Melancholy jamboree
Reserve the right to retract yourself into an atom, to an atom
What a curious world that creates its own apathetists
Du du dududu, du du dududu, du du dududu
How could I raise a child knowing it too would hate to exist?
Du du dududu, du du dududu, du du dududu
Oh it's only a phase, oh we're just the guinea pigs
For a glorious age, humanity free of limits
And what's one generation, God knows we've done this before
Albeit they were both wars
Melancholy jamboree
Melancholy jamboree
Reserve the right to retract yourself into an atom, to an atom
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5. |
Ellen Lied!
03:19
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Your local bistro loves you
Your local bistro knows your name, your age and how you like your steak
She wants to hold you, feed you
She wants to swaddle you in oil and put some colour in your face
The lies of Ellen Degeneres
Hot singles in your area
Hot takes you weren’t prepared for
We know what you like
We just want to get closer to you
Your city council loves you
Your city council wants to sweep, the streets and eat the rats for lunch
He’ll paint those old park gables
He knows it means the world to you
“I’ll shake my first, you throw a punch”
The lies of Ellen Degeneres
Hot singles in your area
Hot takes you weren’t prepared for
We know what you like
We just want to get closer to you
We have all your best interests
Sewn into our bone and sinew.
We’re the best of all your interests,
We only live to please you.
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6. |
Conquistador
04:03
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There's a party in the jungle no one ever moves
A Machiavellian dictator's telling me about his father
I can see the moment where it all went wrong for me
And the guy your mother likes off TV's vomiting against a tree
But I just want to know the truth about myself
Amazona tell me is there something else?
You can be my Atahualpa
I'll be your conquistador
Give me more
I'll be your conquistador
Give me more
I'll be your conquistador
Nothing's fixed you can change your plans
I'll be your conquistador
We've started selling it in cans now, you can save on flights
Have a tipple on your lunch break and have revelations at your desk
Hopes and aspirations can be altered chemically
Renew your sense of purpose; you can finish that report by three
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But I don't want to know the truth about myself
Amazona turn me into something else
You can be my Atahualpa
I'll be your conquistador
Give me more
I'll be your conquistador
Give me more
I'll be your conquistador
Nothing's fixed you can change your plans
I'll be your conquistador
Better call the removal man
And now everything's fallen into place
Drink Amazona, do your job
Paradise is near I can taste it
I've found what I was looking for
Drink Amazona, do your job
I've got this feeling that nothing is too late
You can just change your plans
I see everything clearly
Lying underneath this pile of cans
Drink Amazona, do your job
Drink Amazona, do your job
I'll be your conquistador
Drink Amazona, do your job
Drink Amazona, do your job
I'll be your conquistador
Drink Amazona, do your job
Drink Amazona, do your job
I'll be your conquistador
Drink Amazona, do your job
Drink Amazona, do your job
I'll be your conquistador
Drink Amazona
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7. |
Memory
04:11
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8. |
Cable Tie
04:07
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I am advancing fast as I can
So crest the wave to see what comes next
Abandon bodies on the shore
Ignore the voices at the door
Break the board because it’s you and the black boiling Sargasso swirl only
When you awake bloodied on rocks thinking to worship me
Remember the void can only scream back the words it hears
So all of your prayers fall on deaf ears and all of your fears will manifest in a hot blooded red
There’s a cable tie around my head
Neuroses telling you what you know
Hello we think it’s time to come home
Echoes remember they’re just echoes
A flirtation with the past
A romance that will not last cannot last must not last break the fling off fast
When you awake safe in your bed and I am there with you
Put on your clothes, open the door and order me out
Lift up the blinds, leave me behind, empty your head, just spare a thought for the time that we shared
There’s a cable tie around my head
Oh please stay, we can work together
Highs and lows harmonise forever
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9. |
Craters
04:15
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Welcome to earth!
See the remnants of an empire,
see idols carved in plastic seats.
Everything under one roof!
Though the celling’s long since ruined,
the market stalls have moved outside.
And don’t forget
You can get that cheaper here.
We’ll take only souvenirs
And leave only craters.
Flatten the banks,
make the civil servants serve
crap coffee to the aliens.
Leave me alone
once you’ve given me my sandwich.
My cousin owns that pub I think!
And don’t forget
You can get that cheaper here.
We’ll take only souvenirs
And leave only craters.
And history remembers the holiday makers
But history forgets the people that serve you ice cream
And history forgets the battle fields and catacombs
But history remembers your luxury hotel complex
And history remembers the bargain hunters
But history forgets the architects and farmers
And history forgets your words and features
But history remembers a thousand pictures
And don’t forget
You can get that cheaper here.
We’ll take only souvenirs
And leave only craters.
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10. |
Eureka!
02:49
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Eureka! I’ve revolutionised my filing system!
I had a problem, but I’ve finally worked it out.
Oh my god! He’s worked it out!
My mind’s clear, I’m less tired and I’m more productive.
My family and friends have noticed a change in me.
Oh my god! He’s worked it out!
I knew something was bothering me,
Like an itch or a persistent flea,
But now I’ve squashed it,
Yes, I think I’ve killed it.
Now I’m happy and so care free,
Sit down, have a nice cup of tea,
Because I think I’ve worked it out
Oh my god! He’s worked it out!
Eureka! I’ve started making my own bread now.
Live on a farm with a goat and my bastard wife.
I want to cut my hair, I want to change my name,
And start a fire in the staff car park.
I knew something was bothering me,
Like an itch or a persistent flea,
But now I’ve squashed it,
Yes, I think I’ve killed it.
Now I’m happy and so care free,
Sit down, have a nice cup of tea,
Because I think I’ve worked it out
Oh my god! He’s worked it out!
I’ve worked it out!
(He’s worked it out)
And I’m never ever gonna feel sad again.
I’ve filled the void!
(He’s worked it out)
And I’m never going to look into that again.
My five year plan, my five year plan,
My self help book and my sleeping pills.
In five years time, I see myself
As another little piggy looking back again.
Another little pig who needs a damn good whack again.
I knew something was bothering me,
Like an itch of a persistent flea,
But now I’ve squashed it,
Yes, I think I’ve killed it.
Now I’m happy and so care free,
Sit down, have a nice cup of tea,
Because I think I’ve worked it out
Oh my god! He’s worked it out!
Eureka!
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11. |
Epoch
05:36
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12. |
No Drugs
04:24
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And I got a house
And I got a kettle
And I think there’s milk in
So I should be fine guys
And I got a bed
And I got a shower
And I got some chocolate
And I think there’s milk in
And I got some friends
And I got some t shirts
And it’s not a mistake a mistake a mistake a mistake a mistake a mistake if I forget where to put them
And I got a question
And I got some money
And I got my act straight
Yes I won the lottery
It’s my special day
And what a wonder it is to exist in a world that supports me and everybody who knows me by name
Cos I got family
And I got friends
And I got all this merchandise
Yes I got drinks in
They’re fun to taste
And I got memories of times when it all seemed so easy it’s OK I’m slowly relearning the way
And I got schoolbooks
And I got chocolate
And I got my bed
And I got no drugs
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