1. |
Yugen
02:01
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2. |
Ruins
03:41
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3. |
Popular Faces
04:31
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In a town,
Inside his head,
Where the lost,
Lose all to the ransom.
You were swayed,
While unconscious,
Inner hell.
Try to cheat the unlikely.
If you breath,
Until you might’a,
Breathe ya last,
Or ya think ya,
Had your way,
Or you might not,
Ever have.
In a sea,
Fly above,
And all the jesters,
While you're gone!
Can you imagine!
All the fakers!
All alone!
The gross and gracious!
Come to prey!
When the faces populate!
When the faces populate!
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4. |
Familiar Things
06:13
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Is this right?
Am I there?
Why does it?
Being mind over feet,
Pile over heap,
Come up in conversation,
Never miss a beat,
Did I try?
Was it hard?
Did I say something I shouldn’t have?
Timing or practice?
Little or large?
Did Margerie fuck Alice?
Have there trees in the yard?
Am I too damn outspoken?
Is it my time to dance?
Should I have talked to the teacher?
The martyr,
The priest,
The liar,
The psycho,
The virgin,
The beast.
Oh the viol,
The mighty,
The cunts and the chiefs,
Am I borderline crazy,
Should I lift up the sheets?
Look under my bed?
Look after my head?
THEY’RE STILL
Looking at me what do I say???
Then ya slowly realise,
It’s a familiar thing!
Being no one!
Being nothing!
And ya slowly realise,
It’s a familiar thing!
Being no one!
Being nothing!
Ah, Oh, Eh, Oh
It’s your mother calling,
Have you washed all ya sheets?
Are you ready for tomorrow?
Would you like something to eat?
You’re as calice as anything,
Audacious as teeth!
Everybody’s laughing as they’re singin’ in the rain.
It’s not easy at all,
Have I hit six foot tall?
Did I make up the answers,
Is that cum on the wall?
Have I broken the T.V?
Cleaned up the mess?
Did I speak when not spoken to?
Look up her dress?
Am I losing my bet?
Am I winning the race?
Can I grab him by the head and kick im’ in his fucking face?
Am I really unimportant?
going fucking mad?
Just tell me what they’re selling me!
The tea is cold and weak,
THEY’RE STILL
Looking at me what do I say???
Then ya slowly realise,
It’s a familiar thing!
Being no one!
Being nothing!
And ya slowly realise,
It’s a familiar thing!
Being no one!
Being nothing!
Then ya slowly realise,
It’s a familiar thing!
Being no one!
Being nothing!
And ya no-one,
And ya nothing. x3
And ya nothing,
And ya no-one. x3
No-one cares
NO ONE CARES!
No cares about the all stars!
Or Betty and the priest!
Cause ya nothing,
And ya no-one.
If ya tried to rewind,
You’d be wasting your time,
Cause ya nothing,
And ya no-one.
And ya tried, might’ve lied, probably cried.
What does it mean?
Well ya nothing,
And ya no-one!
BUT you’re the only clever one,
The same human as anyone,
ya nothing,
And ya no-one!
Oh how does it feel?
Oh does it feel?
How does feel?
Being small!
How does it feel?
Now.
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5. |
Open Section
02:06
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If I feel seen
Would I seem fully paralysed?
and could I still feel you?
Still not,
Still nothing,
Unfamiliar paper view,
Am I to easy to sterilise,
Filter, what I, know and,
Really want to hear.
Sink in deeper midnight,
Feel that weakness all through you,
Your head swollen,
Who ya talkin’ to?
Open sections,
I guess I would have just compromised,
Stuck here I,
Cannot, ;cannot cannot, cannot,
Waste away!
Show me,
Throw it,
Slowly,
Out of my point of view!
Maybe I, could I have?
Have something to say!?
You got your Ministers - but
Ya never had someone like this!
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6. |
Her Majesty
05:42
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Slow rights,
one another,
Oh What if I,
Made stronger ties?
Schools for kids,
’Strike’
Violent crime,
And I,
Promise we’ll be kind.
Hey
To your lands,
An Towns,
help em out.
There’s too many down.
All you military families,
With internet neutrality,
Discrepancies are not allowed,
Whispers from Iran haven’t reached my ears,
Caught up in lies with the volunteers,
Trust me I am sad,
So sad,
And Afraid!
Look at Me,
In denial,
The Evil in my eye.
Sovereignty,
Empathise,
Rolling in disguise.
Slow,
Right,
Down,
I guess I could talk,
Can I front it all,
What have I become,
This is either madness or the…
The Power!
Follow me,
Look inside,
The evil in my eye.
Watch ya selves,
What ya say,
Stay home, Be safe, Be Kind!
Oh!
So ask yourself!
Which colour!?
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7. |
The Mouth
02:57
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You’ll try, and you’ll find ill and the venal,
But sometimes you’ll get it wrong...
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8. |
River
06:56
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Why won’t it ever go away,
This question in my brain,
Where did I,
Begin thinking in this way.
Can you give me a place or an era,
A time in which we prayed,
To a god,
Or many,
Do I really have to use my head?
Congregations by water in thousands,
The masses you’ll see!
Oh what of ours?
That lack colour,
That lack soul,
Time, feeling,
Anything at all,
Tell me where did my blue history go?
Tell me boy where do ya come from?
Ya staple story origin,
Not an almost complete recollection,
Of what,
You might’ve been told.
Tell me all of the horrible details,
Of who lived and who died,
Did my blood build empires?
Or crumble to carnage commit genocide?
Well if it’s gruelling or painful or too hard to hear,
If it’s crawling right under my skin,
It don’t matter how low,
What’s killing me so,
Is getting so old,
With nothing to know,
Tell me where did my blue history
GO? *(#&)!!\
I’ll spit upon the alter,
Yell up to the beast,
Wake up to the enemy,
While your sitting on your knees,
Now you’ll see them,
Not in the sky,
The stinking foot of anarchy,
being told by majesty,
This is who you are!
That was them,
Who am I?
Where will I be sent to die?
A marble hall,
A wooden box,
River filled with skeletons?
You and I,
Red and white,
Colours of a daily taught devotion,
Tooooo..
That was them,
Who am I?
Where will I be sent to die?
A marble hall,
A wooden box,
A river filled with skeletons?
You and I,
Red and white,
Colours of a daily taught devotion,
Tooooo..
A River…
A River…
I’ll Burn the ugly answer,
Take preference at the feast,
I'll steal all of your children,
Break all of your teeth!
Ya home
Ya bank
Ya boat
- I see reasons,
Can't you see?
The stinking foot of anarchy
being told by majesty,
This is who you are! Ohhh
I can feel it everyday,
In a dream,
Take a seat.
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9. |
Hypnosis
01:18
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10. |
Sooner Or Later
08:14
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Sooner or Later,
Would you walk,
The lines of a liar,
Time will talk.
Loving the jester,
After all.
Just sit back and take look at ya core.
Oh
It doesn’t last forever,
Just be kind when it comes
Sinner Soul Egotoxin.
One vile.
You start on asking,
Why am I different?
Now you’re in the backseat.
-
And When you’re alone,
You tell him this,
Rest your head,
It’s okay to be lost outside.
If your under,
Prepared just slow right down.
Don’t ask if,
It is right.
Oh
Cause nothing lasts forever
Waiting blind give it time,
Medicine for the mind.
Sooner or later.
I’ll be a waiting.
I’ll be a waiting.
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11. |
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What here,
You’re exit’s up ahead,
Takin back,
The holes,
And all the lead.
I get old,
By opening my head,
My systems,
Though I’m dead,
Can’t do me wrong.
And as your feet hit the concrete,
Manoeuvre the back streets.
Navigate your mind.
And as you walk alone,
You will feel like your glowing,
But really your going insane.
Ooooohhh
And when you look you can not find it,
Ooooohhh
It’ll meet you there.
Ooooohhh
You’ll see you’ll notice.
She is standing at your door,
And in your head,
The foolish kind.
It’s all but what is said,
Oh so womanly,
Even though she’s grand,
There’s always other plans.
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12. |
Red Woman
05:00
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The sweat drip on her hip grew kind of lazy,
As light touched every corner of the room,
Unusual comparisons,
To feeling in out of one,
You’d usually like a preference between the two.
When it's easier,
The feeling’s gone,
The story stays the same.
Ooooooooh
Ooooooooh
Oh Hunted in the night,
Looking for your Lullaby,
Could have sworn you had selected,
All alone,
In a sea,
In a broken pile of air,
Spills her brains in front of me,
Sooner or later,
Accommodates me,
With her crimes.
Ohhh But if the next one’s gettin old,
Then you’ll give this one a miss,
But baby you could never tell him if you tried.
So she’s all filled up with lies,
To be heard all when it ends,
She’ll tell you,
Baby you were fine.
Red woman,
Stay away.
Red woman,
Stay away’.
Red woman,
Stay away.
Your wasting your time,
You’ll never be better.
Killed my desires,
For your own pleasure.
You tried to be kind,
And took you a while,
The fear
The sensations,
My life on a wheel,
On a wire.
But you played with my pride,
When you tried every time,
No mistakes.
Oh you could be less kind.
Rolling in your red.
You can be less kind,
Red woman.
In your threadless dress,
Red Woman.
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13. |
El Mago Muerto Viviente’
07:22
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Do you feel it? The answers raising more questions? How does it feel? Another lone martyr doing his part in the world to see the change, but what are you changing? You look but you don’t use your eyes, you walk but you know your feet. I thought you'd realise, it’s not here or there, this or that, black or white. Don’t you see the delusion, to be dying of thirst surrounded by boundless water that you cannot drink.
You see, you’re here, you did this. You’ve tried to cheat the unlikely, in a town inside your head. Maybe now you’ll see it’s all for nothing, for no one, because no one cares.
You can brew your poison to cure the malice, but you forget the malice gave you your poison. You can fill your world with light, but it will not matter to those who are blind, as all they see is darkness. You are alone, you matter only to yourself, but this is not cruel.
I think it’s time we struck a deal.
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Boss Moxi Brisbane, Australia
Over the 10 years the has past as a band their sound, birthed from garage and psychedelic rock has matured into a jazz fueled, big band emphasising theatre and story telling through the music. A band of creative misfits building something different...
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