1. |
Curriculum Vitae
04:29
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Only twenty pounds left, call a friend
Back to the pub to spend all of our rent
No food in the cupboards, call again
We’ll ring up our dealer and smoke to the end
Promises made that this will be the last time
Determined to avoid repetition
As this cycle seems so impossible to break
That confident feeling is slipping away
Light up
We’ll hide all the way into this high
Drink up
Or face sober reality
Light up
We’ll hide all the way into this high
Drink up
Cigarette for breakfast, morning TV
A miserable start to a horrible week
No inspiration fuels us, what’s to write?
Well this is the life lets type up our CV
Promises made that this will be the last time
Determined to avoid repetition
As this cycle seems so impossible to break
That confident feeling is slipping away
Light up
We’ll hide all the way into this high
Drink up
Or face sober reality
Light up
We’ll hide all the way into this high
Drink up
Break this shit up
Only twenty pounds left, call a friend
Back to the pub to spend all of our rent
No food in the cupboards, call again
We’ll ring up our dealer and smoke to the end
Promises made that this will be the last time
Determined to avoid repetition
As this cycle seems so impossible to break
That confident feeling is slipping away
Light up
We’ll hide all the way into this high
Drink up
Or face sober reality
Light up
We’ll hide all the way into this high
Drink up
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2. |
Paranoid
03:23
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My alarm clock starts the day on the worst possible of notes
A tone that will be set in stone that opposites my monotone
Oh, how the worse is over, now I’m here to say
That I’ve learnt to handle any rotten day
I need it, I hate it, obliterated will
A simple plant that has seen me through the best times of my life
But how it fucks me over when I want things done
With a hold so tight I’m gagging; I cannot break it free
Where is my head?
It must be said
I toss and turn
When will I learn?
For such a long time I’ve denied that I am close to paranoid
A lazy bastard, maybe so, but one in absolute control
Oh, how I got it so wrong, that is not the first
It’s in weed-free time that I’m at my worse
Avoid it, destroy it, pretend things will be fine
Even though I’m scared and I want to stay indoors with my time
A constant fear that bites away my confidence
Yet I can’t deny it’s a passion and I’m hooked onto that taste
Where is my head?
It must be said
I toss and turn
When will I learn?
My hideaway, a safe retreat where things will always seem OK
A higher state, that never seems to tire on me
But I can’t doubt that this is starting to decay my personality
My alarm clock starts the day on the worst possible of notes
A tone that will be set in stone that opposites my monotone
Oh, how the worse is over, now I’m here to say
That I’ve learnt to handle any rotten day
I need it, I hate it, obliterated will
A simple plant that has seen me through the best times of my life
But how it fucks me over when I want things done
With a hold so tight I’m gagging; I cannot break it free
Where is my head?
It must be said
I toss and turn
When will I learn?
Where is my head?
It must be said
I toss and turn
When will I learn?
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3. |
Box Packer
05:21
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Good morning, this is your benefit, benefit
Enjoy it, after all it is for free
Have you thought about getting a job yet?
Well tell me, what the fuck I’m meant to do?
You not remember, I’m the one who you let get screwed?
Where were you when I still had things to prove?
Head up
It’s too late now
Head up
It’s too late now
Head up
It’s too late now
Head up
It’s too late now
Not that easy, I have heard this before
And clearly, you’re just not trying that hard
Look here, box packer, four pounds an hour
You’re joking, I got kids to support
And as for my eroding self-dignity
You are breaking me; I can’t go on like this
Head up
It’s too late now
Head up
It’s too late now
Head up
It’s too late now
Head up
It’s too late now
’m waiting for nothing but holding my breath
As the future appears so much bleaker than this
Panic that’s gripping my whole fucked routine
And a silence affecting all my family
Check this ticking time bomb
And toast to my choice
Of preventing a crumbling
And wasting more cash
I cannot believe that I’m wholly to blame for
I’ve been through this system, I’m not too impressed
So, the vote came in and we said “more pain, Ta
We adore your talk
‘Cos we hate the other
We can now speak free, you can rule forever”
As the racists come to play
So, the vote came in and we said “more pain, ta
We adore your talk
‘Cos we hate the other
We can now speak free, you can rule forever”
As the bosses get their ways
And he says…
Good morning, this is your benefit, benefit
Enjoy it, after all it is for free
Have you thought about getting a job yet?
Well tell me, what the fuck I’m meant to do?
You not remember, I’m the one who you let get screwed?
Where were you when I still had things to prove?
He’s set up
She’s set up
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4. |
Divide and Rule
04:49
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Since I’ve been young, I’ve always sensed something wrong
A sinister thought, spawned by the old
Corruption so cruel, robbery of the youth
The cancer of progress, the first betrayal
These fuckers don’t just own the seeds that we sow
The shops where we slave or the burgers we fry
Final tragedy what our rules possess
Mental production their most treasured conquest
Divide and Rule
Who is the new enemy?
It’s no surprise
The same throughout history
Divide and Rule
Who is the new enemy?
It’s no surprise
The same throughout history
I have here an important message from God
He says he’s concerned and he’d like to help out
The problem it seems is the lack of belief
Subdue yourself now for the sweet afterlife
One sorry factor in this horror story
There are none quite as great as our home-grown elite
We stand by the battles our grandfathers fought
We rid ourselves clean of guilty afterthoughts
Divide and Rule
Who is the new enemy?
It’s no surprise
The same throughout history
Divide and Rule
Who is the new enemy?
It’s no surprise
The same throughout history
You rob us of our free time and pitch us against our friends
Let it be, on your head
Appreciate the power, realise who pulls the strings
Unity will bring us strength
So close so many times with punishments worse than defeat
Beat us back, tread with care
A satisfaction gained from the sole strength of our beliefs
Raise your fist, prepare to fight
It’s essential you see
Listen to the class-analyser
You’d like to disagree?
Then prepare for a war to the end
It sounds harsh but it’s what we inherit
It’s not our legacy
We are proud of our struggles and fuck-ups
Try and shake our belief
You rob us of our free time and pitch us against our friends
Let it be, on your head
Appreciate the power, realise who pulls the strings
Unity will bring us strength
So close so many times with punishments worse than defeat
Beat us back, tread with care
A satisfaction gained from the sole strength of our beliefs
Raise your fist, prepare to fight
Since I’ve been young, I’ve always sensed something wrong
A sinister thought, spawned by the old
Corruption so cruel, robbery of the youth
The cancer of progress, the first betrayal
These fuckers don’t just own the seeds that we sow
The shops where we slave or the burgers we fry
Final tragedy what our rules possess
Mental production their most treasured conquest
Divide and Rule
Who is the new enemy?
It’s no surprise
The same throughout history
Divide and Rule
Who is the new enemy?
It’s no surprise
The same throughout history
Divide and Rule
Who is the new enemy?
It’s no surprise
The same throughout history
Divide and Rule
Who is the new enemy?
It’s no surprise
The same throughout history
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5. |
Downer
04:52
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I had a bad day and so did you
Exactly what should we resume?
Hard up, stressed out, scraping by
Not even got much to say
I like to watch life passing by
Its twists and turns, what’s left behind
Get old, regret everything
Can’t say I achieved my dreams
I’d like to welcome you to a life that follows no plan
A constant fight with reason and all of her friends
Prepare for mental torment and physical pain
What I would give to go back, would I do it again?
My eyes glued to the clock as my stomach cramps up and my heart-beat is jumping
There’s no stopping these thoughts as I’m biting my nails just to fill up these ashtrays
Stuck in a rut and I could get real used to this
‘Cos we gave up long ago, it rotted inside out
So, I’m back here again to deliver the sin of not learning from last time
This eternal flaw, a familiar tour of a life-time spent wondering
Sick of all remedies, this soul will not be soothed
I got down here to Hell OK, just can’t find my way back
I had a bad day and so did you
Exactly what should we resume?
Hard up, stressed out, scraping by
Not even got much to say
I’d like to welcome you to a life that follows no plan
A constant fight with reason and all of her friends
Prepare for mental torment and physical pain
What I would give to go back, would I do it again?
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6. |
Hallux Valgus
05:24
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We struggle on through mindless hours and half-day shifts
These bitter thoughts, they harden up and manifest
This fight that you started is our training ground
Prepare for the terror of the working man
Let’s not forget, what they enjoy is robbed of us
And what a price, we have to pay, it breaks the heart
An additive diet and a lust for booze
A school that was rotten it had books full of lies
The truth is hard to find through this clouded life
The hunt continues on, oblivious of choice
Try to fear nothing but sometimes it feels as if
The words are all we have
We grow as one, through common cause and battered dreams
These seeds of hope, are left behind from battles fought
Don’t fall for the tale that this old game is up
Don’t stifle your anger it has just begun
Reflect again, promises sold, what we were told
Begin to fade, this bitter rage is setting in
The time to rise up may never come again
The key is in unity and one clear plan
The truth is hard to find through this clouded life
The hunt continues on, oblivious of choice
Try to fear nothing but sometimes it feels as if
The words are all we have
We struggle on through mindless hours and half-day shifts
These bitter thoughts, they harden up and manifest
This fight that you started is our training ground
Prepare for the terror of the working woman
The truth is hard to find through this clouded life
The hunt continues on, oblivious of choice
Try to fear nothing but sometimes it feels as if
The words are all we have
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7. |
Decondition
04:30
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What do you think?
Where did you get all those thoughts from?
What do you believe?
Can you say there is not more?
Decondition; I’m afraid the only remedy
Dissemble everything you thought was real
I can’t help but carry on
My trusted old ideals
You break them and you break me
I am safe and I am free
Stuck in a rut
Held back by insecurity
A familiar book
From a familiar library
All hail to reasoned rationality
But don’t question you wouldn’t want to cause a scene
I can’t help but carry on
My trusted old ideals
You break them and you break me
I am safe and I am free
Don’t roll over
This stench it must be smelt by all
Don’t be too scared
There are many in this boat
Hands on tables
Open minds and common goals
We can get there
Just a little common action and a new theory
What do you think?
Where did you get all those thoughts from?
What do you believe?
Can you say there is not more?
Decondition; I’m afraid the only remedy
Dissemble everything you thought was real
I can’t help but carry on
My trusted old ideals
You break them and you break me
I am safe and I am free
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8. |
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Our friends are round for the weekend
I guarantee it’ll be one for the book
We’ve settled down with our weed now
But the booze still plays a vital role
Half an ounce should be plenty
we don’t intend to do much for a while
Kick back and light up a big one
Simultaneous mischievous smiles
A morning J
To set the tone of our day
Instant escape
A quiet relief I am at ease
The music plays more grateful ears
These tunes they sound so good
Hand me the strings, I’m high I write
Like I thought I never could
I like to roll for my breakfast
It gets me straight before I go to work
I roll again when I get back
The perfect wind-down take me to the plain
Our pay is in, weed is plenty
There are no stresses for the next few nights
My mind expands to the off-beat
Superior music I fuckin’ swear
The dog-eat-dog
World that we have to put up with
It has to be
The main reason we do this shit
So, don’t feed me that tabloid crap of negativity
So far so good I’m holding up with a grin that’s as wide as my mind
I woke up today and I thought never again
For so long denied that its nothing but a trap
I’m broken and burnt and it’s fucked my mental health
I remember the days when it gave me such joy
You can never find peace when dependant on a high
Cos you’re running away when you should be fronting up
As you see what it shows and the message has sunk in
It’s a struggle at first
But you break free into life’s real high
Our friends are round for the weekend
I guarantee it’ll be one for the book
We’ve settled down with our weed now
But the booze still plays a vital role
Half an ounce should be plenty
we don’t intend to do much for a while
Kick back and light up a big one
Simultaneous mischievous smiles
A morning J
To set the tone of our day
Instant escape
A quiet relief I am at ease
The music plays more grateful ears
These tunes they sound so good
Hand me the strings, I’m high I write
Like I thought I never could
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9. |
Airhead
05:51
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It is not often that I rant but this issue’s grating on me
This is the tale of the spineless liberal
Desperate to ease their middle-class guilt
Eager to wear wristbands and badges
Desperate to show their empathy
Charity seems their only option
Oh, how wrong those fuckers can be
Be wary our good friends we’ll call liberal aggravators
Believe it I think about this every day
A viewpoint that satisfies our much-loved ruling classes
“Reformist” would be only an undue flattery
A question, I’ve read about some people just like you
They seemed to have littered all of my history books
Betrayers, backstabbers and the sell-outs of our class
The smell of utopia is making me feel sick
Bow down, better believe it or you’ll burn in hell too.
Wake up, this is no place to air your Menshevik blues
Airhead, airhead, I got a problem; I’m easily amused
Fuck this drivel
Ten years on the liberals are defending their old masters
With no shame they push their dying ideology
The centrists, despicable and sickening pretenders
They must be eradicated from our honest cause
Their number is up and their cards are marked on a platter
Go get them and chase them out of our movement
Bare-faced, brass-necked and soulless, sour, washed-up careerists
I welcome this time of seeing them crushed into the ground
Bow down, better believe it or you’ll burn in hell too.
Wake up, this is no place to air your Menshevik blues
Airhead, airhead, I got a problem; I’m easily amused
Fuck this drivel
Divulge the truth they hide from us
Destroy the enemy within
A chance has come to build a better world
So take it up and don’t look back
The wolves are out to break it all back down
So hold them off and choke their plans
Divulge the truth they hide from us
Destroy the enemy within
Be wary our good friends we’ll call liberal aggravators
Believe it I think about this every day
A viewpoint that satisfies our much-loved ruling classes
“Reformist” would be only an undue flattery
A question, I’ve read about some people just like you
They seemed to have littered all of my history books
Betrayers, backstabbers and the sell-outs of our class
The smell of utopia is making me feel sick
Bow down, better believe it or you’ll burn in hell too.
Wake up, this is no place to air your Menshevik blues
Airhead, airhead, I got a problem; I’m easily amused
Fuck this drivel
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10. |
Skint
04:49
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All I know is I don’t have too much
So shut up, I’m trying to forget it
Everything I earn sets me the same, hold on, I must have more to offer?
Hard times, an aching in my gut
This hunger’s biting all I wanna do is spew up
Jealous and fucking proud of it
So don’t you tell me that I’m nothing but bone idle
There are times I feel so exhausted, I miss my hand
There is nothing I’d like more than a chance to prove myself
It seems funny how there’s always something, excuse, excuse
Maybe denial only represents the last defence
Here we go, the meter’s gone again
Too late, a night in with the candles
In my face the gains that are being made
So long, I’m off, a better deal
My crimes, they get me out of this
They give me something when you fucking gave me nothing
So, come back when there’s alternatives
The real robbers are the ones who stole it all first
There are times I feel so exhausted, I miss my hand
There is nothing I’d like more than a chance to prove myself
It seems funny how there’s always something, excuse, excuse
Maybe denial only represents the last defence
As I look to town, I can’t help but frown
As money’s pouring in and cranes patrol the sky
As we build these digs for the bourgeoisie
They brought their yuppy culture
Drained our city’s blood
Pushed us out and robbed us blind
As the rain pours down
Just to make the point
And our homes leak through
As theirs pierce the clouds
When there’s nothing
There’s nothing to lose
Do they not fear this rage inside me?
For I’m now free
And when you are too
We’ll take it back and more
All I know is I don’t have too much
So shut up, I’m trying to forget it
Everything I earn sets me the same, hold on, I must have more to offer?
Hard times, an aching in my gut
This hunger’s biting all I wanna do is spew up
Jealous and fucking proud of it
So don’t you tell me that I’m nothing but bone idle
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11. |
Bees 'N Ez
04:21
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A conversation held that would be straight to the point: I don’t believe in many things
He said he’s nothing but a grain of sand on a beach, might as well enjoy being it
I don’t know why the hell I even tried to convince I sympathise way too much
The pub is far more tempting and provides a relief too convenient to be refused
I wanna spend my weekends poppin’ pills
I’d rather spend my nights off smokin’ weed
I’d love to think change could be made
I’ll be there when the revolution comes
But I don’t care and I have no enemies
Another friend of mine: I got a carrot to chase and the scent is sending me spinning
There aint a lot on offer but there’s my soul to sell, the only route to security
I’ll climb this greasy ladder till I get to the top and I know that thought is killing me
But my time here’s far, far too short and what else have I got I don’t mind this life much anyway
I wanna spend my weekends poppin’ pills
I’d rather spend my nights off smokin’ weed
I’d love to think change could be made
I’ll be there when the revolution comes
But I don’t care and I have no enemies
A conversation held that would be straight to the point: I don’t believe in many things
He said he’s nothing but a grain of sand on a beach, might as well enjoy being it
I don’t know why the hell I even tried to convince I sympathise way too much
The pub is far more tempting and provides a relief too convenient to be refused
Grab what you can while there’s time
Join the race to line your own hand
Should we feel guilty of goals?
While the world around us crumbles
Choices in direction of where our lives go, what path to choose
I get so cut up deep inside this soul of mine
Excuses and stories of decline
Is there a line one can simply draw?
Between careers and social onus?
We are entering the end
Time of eternal war
Fight for the last resource
Prepare for harder days
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12. |
Portland Street
03:55
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We come here every Friday to relieve ourselves from work
Saturday it is done better than the night before
Let all hell break loose as we come to hit this town
The paradise of binge drinking our pressure-cooker valve
We come here every Friday to relieve ourselves from work
Saturday it is done better than the night before
Let all hell break loose as we come to hit this town
The paradise of binge drinking our pressure-cooker valve
Forget about the troubles you deliberate all week
Forget about the debts preventing you to get to sleep
Reminisce of good times, God, we’re getting old
Raise your glass to the Holy Inebriate
The boozin’ is needed
The boozin’ is needed
The boozin’ is needed
(We) anticipate the illness, we can overlook the crimes
(We) relish drunk behaviour and we welcome lazy minds
This is one we’re proud of, our trusted friends
The opiate of trouble, watch us beat them back unarmed
Embrace this drunken stupor, sup this poison ‘till you drop
Pour the forgetting liquor we will tell you when to stop
Now you’ve got the thirst there’s not much you can do
But just so you know, we’ve smothered your rebellion
The boozin’ is needed
The boozin’ is needed
The boozin’ is needed
The walk home from the pub, perfect time for a drunken debate
Exaggeration of booze probably not my best friend
My room starts to turn, what’s the point in all this?
Rapid decay into mental abyss
Will someone help me?
(We) anticipate the illness, we can overlook the crimes
(We) relish drunk behaviour and we welcome lazy minds
This is one we’re proud of, our trusted friends
The opiate of trouble, watch us beat them back unarmed
Embrace this drunken stupor, sup this poison ‘till you drop
Pour the forgetting liquor we will tell you when to stop
Now you’ve got the thirst there’s not much you can do
But just so you know, we’ve smothered your rebellion
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13. |
Synchronicity
04:55
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Today I tried my best to avoid everyone
Maybe better off I’d not thought that thought at all
Crossed paths, old trails, chance encounters lay ahead
Embrace or ignore? Chance or laid out on a plate?
I dunno, let us just roll, to the beat of this unruly world
Open up, enjoy the ride, or what else is there that’s to be had?
Savour the good, learn from the bad, use your chance to make your own mark
But as life goes on, I can’t help but feel, that there’s something laughing at us
Today I couldn’t believe the many things I saw
The friends that I had lost, the enemies I’d fought
They seemed to roll up bearing gifts of solitude
It left me grateful but now utterly bemused
I dunno, let us just roll, to the beat of this unruly world
Open up, enjoy the ride, or what else is there that’s to be had?
Savour the good, learn from the bad, use your chance to make your own mark
But as life goes on, I can’t help but feel, that there’s something laughing at us
We are, we feel, we act as one, through many different eyes
Suffer, struggle, evolve, revolt to climb unheard of heights
Interconnect the dots of life, the earth, the seas, the sun
Behold the clues in dialectics buried in this world
Today I tried my best to avoid everyone
Maybe better off I’d not thought that thought at all
Crossed paths, old trails, chance encounters lay ahead
Embrace or ignore? Chance or laid out on a plate?
I dunno, let us just roll, to the beat of this unruly world
Open up, enjoy the ride, or what else is there that’s to be had?
Savour the good, learn from the bad, use your chance to make your own mark
But as life goes on, I can’t help but feel, that there’s something laughing at us
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Harijan Manchester, UK
9 piece Ska-Punk band from round Manchester way. 1st album, long time coming. Dedicated to friends and family both here and gone.
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