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Lost At C
02:35
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It's easy you said follow me
how little did you know
I couldn’t follow you any better
In heavy Canadian snow
I’ve got no coordination
My limbs have a mind of their own
If you’re expecting me to follow you
I’m expecting you to die alone
You lost me lost me at c
Lost me between b and d
Lost me lost me at c
There were no survivors
they were lost at c
All the survivors were lost at sea
All those who listened when you said follow me
All those who followed your tune
Written with zero credibility
You can keep your fanbase
And your unearned prosperity
I’d die happy and alone
But still with some credibility
You lost me lost me at c
Lost me between b and d
Lost me lost me at c
There were no survivors
they were lost at c
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An Alternative Oath
02:23
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This is intended for me
To recite in front of my tv
Somewhere no one else can see
My mouth words that are only important to me
I will never bend the knee
That isn’t who I want to be
I won’t let you impose
Your sclerotic will on me
I will stay true to me
And be the truest I can be
And if that pisses you off
Well that’s just fine with me
This is intended for me
To recite in front of my tv
Somewhere no one else can see
My mouth words that are only important to me
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It's like I can see the man behind the curtain
And no one has realised what’s going on
I’m shouting and shouting buy nobody listens
As they merrily submit to the con
I’m the man that turned you into a clown
You're the kind of sucker I could really despise
I’m the man who made you dance
In your cardboard palace built on lies
I’m a pop culture comedian whose audience is dying out
I’m only working if I can fake relevance
One day soon no one will remember my references
Then I need to start looking for new work
I’m the man that turned you into a clown
You're the kind of sucker I could really despise
I’m the man who made you dance
In your cardboard palace built on lies
You're shilling yourself for votes
From people who wouldn’t let you in their house
Do you lie at night hating yourself
Or do you believe the lies you tell yourself
I’m the man that turned you into a clown
You're the kind of sucker I could really despise
I’m the man who made you dance
In your cardboard palace built on lies
And we come to the end of the road
And your promises have all gone wrong
Do you stare into oblivion
Or is this what you wanted all along?
I’m the man that turned you into a clown
You're the kind of sucker I could really despise
I’m the man who made you dance
In your cardboard palace built on lies
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House of God (part 1)
05:05
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I'll make an archway with my hands
where we can walk beneath
and if you wear your veil
I'll untie it with my teeth
I'll share with you everything
I'll go where you want to go
but if you feed me your beliefs
then I don't want to know
I won't live in the house of god
even if it means we're through
I don't believe in the house of god
so I can't believe in you
I'll hold you when you get depressed
I'll carry you when you're tired
I'll wake you every morning
I'll calm you when you're wired
Let me tak your picture
I'll keep it by my heart
so let me keep my points of view
and your views far apart
I won't live in the house of god
even if it means we're through
I don't believe in the house of god
so I can't believe in you
I will walk with you alone
We'll walk upon the land
whatever comes upon it
we'll face it hand in hand
I'll help you fight for your beliefs
just help me fight for mine
we have to sit and talk it out
if we only have the time
I won't live in the house of god
even if it means we're through
I don't believe in the house of god
so I can't believe in you
Jesus loves his children
not as much as I love you...
and I'll put up with more than him
that at least is true
I don't want to love you
you have love for jesus
That much I can tell
I only hope that you've got room
in your heart for me as well
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5. |
Art is Over F-Melody
02:26
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We're at the point where language fails
Art is only for the rich
Your song says nothing to me
Except that payback is a bitch
Art is over fuck melody
Art is over here’s your noise
Melody is over art fuck
Here's your art over your noise
We're here where art falls in on itself
Where irony begins to collapse
Where you and I will always part
And tragedy falls on its ass
Art is over fuck melody
Art is over here’s your noise
Melody is over art fuck
Here's your art over your noise
The blades spin slowly to a stop
The mask falls down before my eyes
I really thought there’d be more screaming
All you are and all you were were always lies
Art is over fuck melody
Art is over here’s your noise
Melody is over art fuck
Here's your art over your noise
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House of God (part 2)
01:39
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I am a spy
In the house of god
And what I’m seeing
Don't make much sense
If this is some attempt
At evoking mystery
Then you’ll find my interest
Has been dispensed
Ancient ceremony
Behind painted screens
Nothing to it
No one knows what it means
The where when and how
Sorry but the force
makes more sense to me
Than what you’re doing now
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Girl In the Bathtub
02:34
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It's been so long since I last saw you
So many years we’ve been apart
It was a chance in a million
Felt like a stone in my heart
Never thought I’d have
To look at you again
Thought I could keep my head down
But my hopes where in vain
I’m like a girl in the bathtub
When the water gets cold
Add more or get out
Or am I getting too old
You tried to make out
How much you’d changed
But how much you tried too hard
You're pretty much the same
A half arsed attempt to manipulate
Like the good old days
We used to have some fun you said
True. But you pissed that away
I’m like a girl in the bathtub
When the water gets cold
Add more or get out
Or am I getting too old
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8. |
Modulated Beats
01:26
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words by Russ
music by Andy
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9. |
Seismic Fault
03:22
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I'm sorry, but in this light
You reminded me of someone else
Someone I felt a lot about a long time ago
way back when I was someone else
I know you're smiling
thinking it's the booze that's talking
it doesn't really bother me
any more than what you're smoking
This isn't a come-on
I know you're not really listening to what I'm saying
I just need to talk to someone
give me ten minutes of your time than you can walk
I used to be someone
a person with hopes and dreams
but my inaction
turned them to dust or so it seems
I used to be so strong
or so I thought at the time
I was so certain
I'd left all my childhood fears behind
Looking back it seems so stupid
I was controlled by foolish pride
I couldn't feel for others
maybe because I was dead inside
I see I got your attention
I knew it wouldn't take me long
we all find strength in someone else's weakness
no matter if we know it's wrong
I felt so secure and safe
up in my ivory tower
but all I did was kill time
until the final hour
I should have known that
the good times would never last
and I found myself
tormented by ghosts of my past
Nameless fears I thought I'd
dealt with a long long time ago
joined their forces
and took inside my head to pieces
more than I could ever know...
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10. |
House of God (part 4)
02:18
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I am a spy
In the house of god
And what I’m seeing
Don't make much sense
If this is some attempt
At evoking mystery
Then you’ll find my interest
Has been dispensed
Ancient ceremony
Behind painted screens
No one knows what it means
Who begat who?
The where when and how?
Sorry but the force makes more sense to me
Than what you’re doing now!
If this is some attempt
At evoking mystery
Then you’ll find my interest
Has been dispensed
Ancient ceremony
Behind painted screens
No one knows what it means
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11. |
First Step Is A Killer
02:28
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Time to get moving
I’ve got things to do
None get done by just sitting here
And listening to that from you
I need to keep moving
I need to stay awake
I need to keep my mind from dwelling
On the mistakes I always make
the first step it’s a killer
There's no expression on my face
The first step it’s a killer
Stepping off into empty space
I need to focus moving forward
I need to concentrate my shit
I need to stop drifting off
I need to find a point and never quit it
I need to rewrite my wrongs
I need to go the extra mile
I need to finish one more song
I need to finish it in style
the first step it’s a killer
There's no expression on my face
The first step it’s a killer
Stepping off into empty space
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12. |
Broken Teeth
02:54
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I never saw the danger in speaking your mind
I always thought I could express what I believed
I never guessed I’d put myself in the firing line
And never wanted to deceive
I spit bloody words
Through broken teeth
I spit out your name
With no thoughts beneath
I have the same rights I had the day before
I have the right to silence...
But someone here’s prepared to shove my words back down my throat
They have no issues with violence
I spit bloody words
Through broken teeth
I spit out your name
With no thoughts beneath
But I will still shout what I believe
I will still fight to be heard
I will not let the light fail
I will make them hear my words
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You come into things from an emotional place
Maybe it’s not the right place to start?
Certainly it’s not like thinking ahead
Maybe you’re missing the beating heart?
Maybe you’re missing the heart?
while nobody was listening
We stole your precious things
You've no time to consider what to do next
When there’s so much we still need to do
I heard around town that some bad shit’s going down
Maybe you need to think this one through
Maybe you want to see it through
while no one was listening
And achieved precisely nothing
While nobody was Listening
We stole your precious things
We stole your precious things
While Nobody Was Listening
And achieved precisely nothing
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There's concrete where there were gleaming spires
Still there’s plenty more to go
All that was wonder has now been beaten down
All we own we owe
There’s tarmac where the yellow brick road was
The emerald city knows the score
Take no notice of the man behind the screen
He can’t help you any more
The poppy fields have spread
So many more have gone to sleep
When you’ve got this or oblivion
Real life you can keep
There’s tarmac where the yellow brick road was
The emerald city knows the score
Take no notice of the man behind the screen
He can’t help you any more
You can still escape this
You always had the power
Just tap your feet 3 times
There's no place like home...
you’re back inside the hour
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Metal Postcard Records is an independent record label based back in Sydney and influenced by the likes of Fast Records /
Factory / Postcard / Island / Stiff and Bill Drummund's wonderful Zoo records
We believe in new music from around the world ... not world music !
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