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Re-Inca.Inc.
03:47
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I don't want to be a tiger.
They're nearly extinct.
I don't want to be a rabbit.
Their eyes are too pink.
I just want to be an idea.
A thought in your head.
Something to make your eyes blink.
Make your skin turn red.
Itsy bitsy spider .
Squirming in the sink.
Nor some hairy primate.
Too afraid to think.
Just want to be an explosion.
Of thoughts in your head.
Something to make pupils dilate.
Make your skin turn red.
I don't want to be a dumb plant.
Where I am is where I stay.
I don't want to be some work ant;
Doing the same shit every day.
I want to be an idea.
A thought in your head.
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Being as it were I heard you howl
through my open window.
A vacant stare is all I can offer
as a means of hello.
We're in similar situations.
Four legs and two thumbs.
Escape these chains.
Into the great divide I will run.
Me and you, we're not doing
what we were put on this earth to do.
Picking crumbs up off the ground in the pouring rain.
In she comes, relief so hard to constrain.
A moment of joy.
Twenty-three hours of frustration.
No back-up plan to deploy.
We're both convicts of contemplation.
Me and you, we're not doing
what we were put on this earth to do.
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3. |
Frida
03:38
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Come on down.
The price is right.
Make me beg.
I'll stay all night.
Frida. Lovely Frida.
I know you're in there.
You're not alone.
Look in his eyes.
He turns to stone.
Frida. lovely Frida.
Keeps her sugar Daddies and lovers
like bees in a jar.
Frida's gonna leave me high and dry.
Frida's gonna say goodbye.
You're the oxygen.
Keeping me alive.
If I don't touch you.
I won't survive.
Frida,lovely Frida.
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4. |
Fairy Tales
03:16
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5. |
Take it from Me
03:11
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Take it from me.
I don't want it no more.
The costume don't fit.
No strength for the chore.
My greed, my selfishness amazes me.
Take it from me.
I got nothing to give.
This tenuous life.
A derivative.
My greed ,my selfishness amazes me.
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It was nineteen-ninety six.
The old man was up to his old tricks.
Turned your dark curls grey overnight.
Give it to me.
I want more and more.
This hive mind.
Something to deplore.
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It was nineteen-sixteen.
George was king and you were the queen.
All your men bled onto Europe's fields.
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6. |
Mal the indignant Tumour
04:43
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You've got the right
to exist as much as I.
The risks , pitfalls .the fragilities
of a life apply.
Tell me do you have eyes
Do you have thought
Do you realise
The pain you have wrought.
I am your hostage
You've got no ransom demands
As long as I can breathe
You won't need any future plans.
Tell me , do you wish to make your escape
Am I the vessel in which you will sail
When it comes to our judgement day
We both shall fail.
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7. |
Religous Woman
03:18
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She has a holy constitution.
Unshakeable belief.
Doesn't seek no restitution .
She ain't got no beef.
God may wash his hands.
Of those who won't seek him out.
Doesnt doorstep the ignorant.
Doesnt scream and shout.
She breathes with an open heart.
Makes decisions with a closed mind.
What's there to tear apart ?
What's there to unwind ?
They may drill her soul for oil.
They may bargain for her thought.
They may desecrate her soil.
But she will not be bought.
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8. |
Hilary's speech
02:29
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I heard your impassioned speech.
On how we must all dig deep
to find the courage to release
our might on our evil enemies.
I'm sure you practiced for hours
in many full-length mirrors
as you strolled the corridors
of your stately abode.
A biography of Churchill
on a bedside table
gave ample inspiration.
"We will defend our shores
Our peoples freedom
will be fought for
to our last living breath.
Just as we fought and defeated
Hitler , Mussolini ,et al etc."
Did you dust down
your regiment greens
Step aboard a nuclear submarine
mount your trusty steed and cry,
"Let me lead you into the fray comrades
For queen and country,
For God !, for honour !".
No.
Later your patient driver
drove you home.
an expensive drink to settle your thoughts.
Back in front of the mirror
with tears of pride
at the bravery you employed
with your vote to destroy
wherever it was.
I'm sure you gave the innocents
a toast and felt some empathy
before you nodded off
in your leather chair.
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9. |
Lessons Learned
09:46
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Lessons learned.
No more unjust wars.
Tables turned.
Now it's us picking limbs up off the floor.
Hindsight a wonderful thing.
Given a second chance
you would annihilate everything.
He's a nice man on a Sunday.
A pleasant man with his family.
Lessons learned.
Chickens coming home to roost.
Fingers burned.
Democracy not a word to be carelessly used.
With great power comes a great greed.
Wealth turns sour as the
shores fill with refugees.
He's a nice man when he smiles on TV.
A charming man who speaks with humility.
A single breath of air strengthens the coming storm.
A drop in the ocean don't seem like too much from the norm.
Tony Blair is a war criminal.
George Bush is a war criminal.
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10. |
Big Dreams
02:56
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Wish I could play piano.
Wish I could dream as big as you.
Wish I could paint with a steady hand.
Wish I could dream as big as you.
Alarm clock it tortures me.
Alarm clock it tortures me.
I can't start a conversation with myself
without leaving the room in a rage.
Wish I could play piano.
Wish I could dream as big as you.
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