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TROOPS
02:47
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TROOPS
Rush, rush to the sound of the internal red slush
Crush, crush at the thought of the eternal red rush
They go up, they go around
They every other way but down
They go up, they go around
They every other way but down
They go up in my head I fell down
Up they go down, they do every other way but around
Is this right? People down?
I’ve been tired but it’s all right?
They go up, they go down
They every other way but around
The green gas lies in my lungs, so heavily laden
The green gas lies in my lungs, so heavily laden
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HOMA'S COMA
03:51
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HOMA’S COMA
History repeats itself within the realms of my inexperience
Life is but an empty sack withered in the storms of resistance
See me dwindle watch me dwell
In my cut out corner in my plastic world
I have no future for I’ve had no past
Can you help me? At last!
History repeats itself within the realms of my inexperience
Life is but an empty sack withered in the storms of resistance
See me dwindle watch me dwell
In my cut out corner in my plastic world
How I wish, how I wonder
How I wish, how I wonder
How I wish, how I wonder
I have no future for I’ve had no past
Can you help me? At last!
History repeats itself within the realms of my inexperience
Life is but an empty sack withered in the storms of resistance
See me dwindle watch me dwell
In my cut out corner in my plastic world
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PLANETARIUM
04:29
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PLANETARIUM
I like to watch them
I like to watch them go walking by
I like to dream about the things they do at night
I can see everyone, can everyone see?
I can see everyone, can everyone see?
I like to watch them
I like to dream about, the things they do at night
I like to watch them
Controlled elation fights back again
Controlled elation fights back again
Me in my room in my planetarium
Me in my room in my planetarium
Me in my room
Me in my room
Controlled elation fights back again
Controlled elation fights back again
I like to watch them, go walking by
I like to dream about, the things they do at night
I can see everyone, can everyone see
I like to film them, and see them film me
I like to film them
And see them film me
I like to film them
And see them film me
When will I see you next?
When will I see you next?
Me in my room in my planetarium
Me in my room in my planetarium
Controlled elation fights back again
Controlled elation fights back again
Me in my room in my planetarium
Me in my room in my planetarium
I like to film them,
And see them film me
I like to film them,
And see them film me
Me in my room in my planetarium
Me in my room in my planetarium
Controlled elation fights back again
Controlled elation fights back again
Me in my room
Me in my room
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SPACESHIP IN MY BARN
04:36
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SPACESHIP IN MY BARN
Caught in a dreamlike substance of my choice
Open is my head and receptive to every voice
Up is my mind and open to the probe
When will they finally believe I really want to go home?
Home
Caught in a dreamlike substance of my choice
Open is my head and receptive to every voice
It’s me! I want to go home
Third night ‘til late, if they will give me the chance?
I want to live in nowhere again, now coming down by the light
I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I was alive
I wish I wish I wish I was alive
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INSECT CHILDREN
03:47
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INSECT CHILDREN
Little children in the park crushing insects for a lark
Babies burning in their beds wreaths of fire around their heads
Came out of woodworm in the house see
And made out of something only known to the one
To the two to the three to the four and me!
Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves
Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves
Little children in the park crushing insects for a lark
Babies burning in their beds wreaths of fire around their heads
Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves
Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves
Come out of the house like woodworm you’ll see
I’m made out of milk it doesn’t worry me
Babies burning in their beds wreaths of fire around their heads
Little children in the park crushing insects for a lark
Babies burning in their beds wreaths of fire around their heads
Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves
Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves
Little children in the park crushing insects for a lark
Babies burning in their beds, wreaths of fire around their heads
I’m not a river I’m a house see
I’m made out of something only known to me
I’m not a house I’m a river you’ll see
Or made out of milk it doesn’t worry me
Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves
Dancing, dancing, dancing on their graves
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MY VYMURA
04:30
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WINDOW LEDGE
03:17
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WINDOW LEDGE
I live in a seashell freed from the world
Healing my pies upon thy cooker I dwell
Calling, she was calling
It’s the latest sensation excluding the Pope
Finding dream coloured martyrs in dream flavoured soap
Calling, she was calling
Humming my lines with my boxes of Dreft
She’s framed in time upon the window ledge
Call
The sky was so bright one night I saw it
Shut my open doors until it’s unlit
Calling, she was calling
I’m not quite as happy as I could have been
With my whiter than whites engrossed in Him
Calling, she was calling
We fixed up our candlelight, whispering our tunes
Is love is the sweetest thing that’s happened to you?
I want to stay with you
Calling, calling, calling, calling, calling
Calling, calling, calling, calling, calling
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SUGAR & SPIES
02:56
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SUGAR & SPIES
Sugar & Spies
It’s alright
I cannot see you
I can’t see you
Sugar & Spies
Sugar & Surprise
Open up your innermost
Open up your fantasies
I cannot see you
I can’t see you
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WHITE STONE ON EARTH
02:30
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WHITE STONE ON EARTH
There’s blue skies, white concrete, green grass
Crimson green sun, white stone, love...
white stone
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PEOPLE ON SIGHT
03:36
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PEOPLE ON SIGHT
Can you identify people on sight?
Do you get frightened of great heights?
You know that dog it will not bite
Your white is black and your black is white
The sun is bright and oh, so white
Your right is left and your wrong is right
Your right is left and your wrong is right
Your white is black and your black is white
Can you identify people on sight?
People on sight
Do you get frightened of great heights?
You know that dog it will not bite
Your white is black and your black is white
The sun is bright and oh, so white
Your right is left and your wrong is right
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can you identify people on sight
Can … you … identify … people ….
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11. |
LET'S DO IT AGAIN
03:32
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LET’S DO IT AGAIN
Crawling out my window pane
Crawling out, let’s do it again
Over and out, let’s do it again
Crawling out my window pane
Over and out, let’s do it again
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12. |
EMPTY NIGHT TRAIN HOME
05:19
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13. |
LAZY FINGER SHAKE
04:07
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THE THE England, UK
THE THE was formed in 1979 by Matt Johnson. His genre is all his own: it is music of long shadows, high hopes, channeled anger, feverish passions and sweetly disturbing poignancy. It is pop and rock, blues and folk, soul and polemic. It spans alienated electronics to twisted cinematic soundtracks, guitar tumbling swing to crimson ballads, rants and prayers to diaries and hymns. ... more
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