1. |
Interrobang
03:04
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Days mask and drink denial
Masks everything for a while
Loyalty like a prisoned gargoyle
In a twisted ruin
My alter ego acts
Chuckles and charms
It summons harm
And it hurts like fuck
My hands decree to dark
My nerves niggle and nark
Put me on a crucifix
Is this my paradise?
I care
I care
I care too much what humans think
Is this my sacrifice?
Last orders rang
As sadness hanged
Cups clanged to the old gang
As the clamour dimmed
A staggered binge
Invites a lairy fist to swing
Invites a lairy fist to swing
Put me on a crucifix
Is this my paradise?
I care
I care
I care too much what humans think
Is this my sacrifice?
A new age rises
A new stage prizes
The fellows of old
They're ridden in cries
Their tongue's distaste to your newborn life
To your newborn life
Their tongue's distaste to your newborn life
Put me on a crucifix
Is this my paradise?
I care
I care
I care too much what humans think
Is this my sacrifice?
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2. |
Doorway Conversation
02:41
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I'm on the edge
The Klaxon of my generation
I'm on the edge
The Klaxon of my generation
A Doorway Conversation's
Adjacent to foreplays making
Aching to be set free to a finer destination
Briefly tangle our troubles
Nodding our heads but failing to observe
Apathy, in a storm's disperse
Somebody hit the klaxon
Just another doorway conversation
Somebody bring a hand gun
All I wanna see is my reflection
Somebody hit the klaxon
Well one night's scene froze
When a serene statue of diamond stone
Pushed life when the curtain closed
And we'll embark upon our family's throne
I get lost to find myself
When I find myself I wanna be free
A sacrificial change
The paint feels better when the page is stained
Somebody hit the klaxon
Just another doorway conversation
Somebody bring a hand gun
All I wanna see is my reflection
Somebody hit the klaxon
Somebody hit the klaxon
Just another doorway conversation
Somebody bring a hand gun
All I wanna see is my reflection
Somebody hit the klaxon
Just another doorway conversation
Somebody bring a hand gun
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
All I wanna see is my reflection
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3. |
Haggard Muggins
03:00
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They thought I was dragged up by Haggard Muggins.
You'll only see the beery jugs,
Not the sheer love I was cloaked in.
Compels the pound to stretch upon a council deck.
He kept the factory running,
Though cicatrix mounted.
Serotonin shouted,
Nothing's what you're becoming.
Look over there
Look at Muggins over there
Clandestine doesn't always count as betrayal.
He implodes before his holy grail.
"Son, there's things you'll learn,
And as pages of life continue to turn,
When time doesn't wait,
Tear down the highlands with a violent quake."
Double denim kept your old seventies ways.
Cause you signed on for your dole's wage,
Deceived, demanded, redundant.
Now you suffered and swallowed words as a husband,
As the earth's surface was sunken,
A family thrives from a couple of hundred,
And every fortnight's a new day.
Look over there
Look at Muggins over there
Look over there
Look at Muggins over there
Look over there
Look at Muggins over there
Yeah yeah you're telling me to look over there,
I was only a child, look over there.
Optimism runs dry, look over there.
I was only a child.
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4. |
Monocle
03:23
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Enjoy the monocle from love's giving
We don't need no tropical living
All we need is the house we live in
And to christen every seat that we sit in
A chronicle of you in this first edition
Now every word is yours that I've written
And we're worlds above
To those who claim their faith to love
I'll breath with you to match your rythym
As I lay to gain a glimpse of your giving
And by no means at dopamine's loss
And you will never albatross
And you will never be once alone
So take the rope to the cliffs we cross
Let's keep you and I under this glass
And the sun will burn us to ash
Let's get closer
Can you take me home on your own?
We're alone
'Til the end
We ride like Bonnie and Clyde 'til the end
Let's get closer
Can you take me home on your own?
We're alone
'Til the end
We ride like Bonnie and Clyde 'til the end
Let's get closer
Can you take me home on your own?
We're alone
'Til the end
We ride like Bonnie and Clyde 'til the end
Let's get closer
Can you take me home on your own?
We're alone
'Til the end
We ride like Bonnie and Clyde 'til the end
(We're alone 'til the end)
(We're alone 'til the end)
Enjoy the shift to a closer state (We're alone 'til the end)
Like a thousand shifts in tectonic plates (We're alone 'til the end)
And not once have we paused for thought (We're alone 'til the end)
Or any ride could be cut short (We're alone 'til the end)
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5. |
The Sea Has No Friends
04:14
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The sea has no friends,
The lonely nights spent,
Crashed at a rock’s expense,
Tide between euphoria’s end.
The closing words of a Frenchman in Dunkirk,
“The sea has no friends,
Only those who were swallowed in the dirt.”
There’s no signal,
No friends of the sea.
The ringing silence between bombs on the island,
The frighten of Stuka siren.
The flash blindness,
The sand brightens,
Thousands watch themselves die as the air raid bites.
Buried plane arms and lifeless lifeboats,
The streetlights flicker as Winston spits on his microphone.
“Operation Dynamo”.
“Operation Dynamo (Operation Dynamo)”.
“Operation Dynamo (Operation Dynamo)”.
“Operation Dynamo (Operation Dynamo)”.
“Operation Dynamo”.
“Operation Dynamo”.
There’s no signal,
No friends of the sea.
There’s no signal,
No friends of the sea.
There’s no signal,
No friends of the sea.
There’s no signal,
No friends of the sea.
There’s no signal,
No friends of the sea.
There’s no signal,
No friends of the sea.
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Headshrinkers England, UK
The four Black Country toerag’s have earned their stripes in representing their roots. Established in 2019, Garran Hickman,
James Knott, Xavier Al-Naqib, and Scarlett Churchill quickly took off to play shows with The Prodigy, Franz Ferdinand, STONE, The Twang.
“Coalmines would be fortunate to have the hands of these kids, they’re made in the Black Country”.
Black Country, UK
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