1. |
Shower
02:02
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2. |
Censor You
03:24
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Constantly walking on eggshells
Softly, for they are not cracked yet
Careful to express our views
They could make a mess
And we will censor you!
Crawling across a minefield
Slowly, cos’ they are unseen
No chance for real discussion
It would just explode
And we will censor you!
No freedom of speech if you have nothing nice to say
But not all is nice in this world
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3. |
Piles Of Sand
05:14
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Looking down at my hands I wonder
What I see
Is it me?
They told me I should be myself
But what is that exactly?
Not talking ‘bout personality
But physical entity
Down to the beach
It's time for me to teach you all
What I think with 100 grains of sand
Stack them together, grain by grain
It’s all O.K
Looks like a pile of sand
Take one grain, move it to the left
It still O.K, looks like a so called pile
A pile of sand
But 50 more and realise, there’s no such thing
After what you’ve seen at the beach
You question your reasons
You thought you were above everything
Everyone who’s surrounding you
Sit a table and break off a leg
It’s still ok, still just a table with 3 legs
Take your knife, chip at the sides
Now it’s narrow, and not as wide as it once was
Just like before, I told you at the beach
There’s no such thing as a pile of sand, it’s the same here.
Realise what you should
It’s just wood
She has found, she’s constantly
In a state of wanting to be he
But what is him, and what is her?
We’re nothing more than piles of sand
And I can’t deal with all these names
These genre’s and labels
Like he, she, and piles, and tables
Down to the beach, if there’s such a thing
We’re all just collections in different locations around here
And even this song, an arrangement of waves
To give it a name, would simply just be insane
Well, I guess it's a pile of sand.
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4. |
Nekoupi
03:16
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You might be invisible
As you walk on through this jungle
None of my friends can see you now
No one hears the trees fall down
Chopping trees in your dreams
Oyang Paya cries and screams
Only I can see you now
Majan ake’ nekoupi
You will find
Search your mind
There’s more to be
Than you and me
It’s that man, he’s here again
Lost in the jungle of his profit brain
Long term loss and short term gains
What will stop his endless aims?
Look, you’re not invisible
Nothing else but strife and struggle
Everyone can see you now
Majan iko’ nekoupi
He will find
Bought your mind
No more will we
No you and me
You will find
Search your mind
There’s more to be
Than you and me
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I heard about and I was told
If nothing ever changes here
There would be none around to hold
Now and then I shed a tear
You told me ‘bout a herd outside
Butter on its wings to fly
I'm running down the fields so late
Now and then your feet
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6. |
Ordnance ft. Eva Rundle
03:22
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Verse 1:
Like drops on continents, it's our time
It's a crime x2
He's proud of what he holds, he's so cold
And we'll fall x2
Why would they care to ask, when it's there
There to scare x2
How will the youngest sons, walk around
Make a sound x2
Chorus:
I sense we might be due for change
Is it strange
We’ll pick someone who's knows what wrong
Won't be long
Verse 2:
You shouldn't talk like that, they can hear
they are here x2
When Donald builds a wall, it is tall?
It will fall x2
Why would he care to ask, when he's there
There to scare x2
How will the youngest sons, walk around
Make a sound x2
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7. |
Phase Of The Moon
05:03
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We said there’s limited time
Four weeks is fine
It can’t get to serious
Our thoughts intertwined
It seems your beautiful both
Inside and outside
See what you’ve done
I’m falling in love with you
But you’re leaving
All too soon
A phase of the moon
There’s no point denying, I’ve fallen in love
And I wish I’d caught on
Sooner than that
Now there’s not enough time
A phase of the moon
Now I see your elegance
Inside and outside
See what you’ve done
I’ve fallen in love with you
You said there’s limited time
Four weeks don’t whine
It can’t get to serious
Our thoughts intertwined
But you’re leaving
All too soon
A phase of the moon
There’s no point denying, I’ve fallen in love
And I wish I’d caught on
Sooner than that
Now there’s not enough time
A phase of the moon
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8. |
Done Before
03:53
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I’m feeling sorta new, standing with you
This man is full of need, fueled by his greed
These leaders gonna plan to, but never follow through
Our loss is guaranteed
Last day
You’ve got see the struggle in me
It’s Wednesday, but it feels stunningly same
When nothing seems to be free
And I would just agree
The next day's just renamed
Go to look for, something that’s more
Something never seen or done before
And it’s you, who tries the new things
Though the feelings, are just repeating all the same
I’m looking at the view, nothing is new
It’s Thursday, but it feels just like the last
And scrolling down the news feed, and I would disagree
The need to name the days
You can’t explore anymore
Somethings people seen and just ignore
And it’s too much the same
Who’s to blame?
For this is what you came for
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9. |
Looks Better On Me
03:16
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Well I tried to see
Things from your point of view
But it looks like I can’t
So what should I do?
That man
He said
He saw her go that way
Listen son, let me tell you
She’s not worth fighting for
But I want her hair x4
I recall
The time
When I first laid eyes on you
I loved that hair
Through my half shut eyes
Through my eyes
That hair looks so good
But I’m sure
It would look better on me
So at night
I sneak into your house
And I shave it off
Put it on
And walk right out that door
Through that door
My hair looks so good
Yes I’m sure
It looks better on me
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10. |
Parochial
03:16
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Oh no, it's breaking through
The walls
The walls of irony
And now I see in front of me
The walls
Are built on irony
The left
Right
Parochial
The right
Left parochial
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11. |
The Man
03:36
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We know him for his lack of concern
He profits from our sweat and our tears
What we’re working for
He’ll wring us like a rag in the rain
We’ll work until the day that we die
Will it last for long?
I think I’ll work the whole of my life
25/8 days, the rest of the year
I’ll walk a thousand miles for some
Working for you
It’s him and all the rest of us blues
It looks like there’s a gap in between
Growing everyday
I think I’ve worked the whole of my life
25/8 days, the rest of the year
But now I have it in my hands
What should I do?
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12. |
Creases To Please Them
04:16
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Try your hand at some origami
Make some mountain and valley folds
Make some creases upon your soul
Make some creases to please them all
Started off with some basic cranes
Then moved up making some paper planes
Made some creases upon your soul
Made some creases to please us all
And I finally unfold
To be rolled up again
Should I let them bend me more?
Just to fit right in
Just so I can fit in
Oh, I think there might be confusion
With whom I’m talking about
I don’t care if those strangers judge me
Except when they put me in chains
I should really be myself
And not let anyone change me
At least that’s what they taught me
Should I let them change me more?
Just cos I broke their laws
Did you hear what he just said?
About individuality
That the haters be hating he
Should we let him be himself?
If he harms the others
Is he just unique?
Or is he simply insane?
I think he’s insane
To the institute he goes
To be creased up again
Just so he can fit in
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