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Highwater
03:21
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I was sent here by a man in a suit.
He told me “Son, you’ve got a big job to do.
We got news that there’s been flooding nearby.
You hold your place or the whole town will die.”
But the waters too high
And the banks will not hold
And I can’t keep my grip
Because my hands are too cold.
There’s dirt in my mouth
And a roar in my ears.
I’ve got a sickening sense
That I’ve wasted my years.
I kept myself on the path of the just.
Set aside drinking and held out against lust.
Now my head is bleeding from a tree that swept by
And I’ve been praying to an empty sky.
And the waters too high
The banks will not hold.
I can’t keep my grip
Because my hands are too cold.
There’s dirt in my mouth
And a roar in my ears.
I’ve got a sickening sense
That I’ve wasted my years.
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2. |
O.C.D.T.
04:00
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I take a pill every day
To make me think in an acceptable way
I wash it down with a cup of tea
My tiny ritual’s important to me
I live 7 minutes away from town
Sometimes the proximity gets me down
The implication that I’m a lazy guy
If I’d rather sit here and watch things go by
I need my cup of tea
It’s important to me
If I don’t get my cup of tea
I don’t think you’ll like what you see
I like my sandwiches a certain way round
If I eat them sideways I can’t keep them down
And though it looks like my life’s filled with difficulty
My system works just fine for me.
Ch
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3. |
Jack
01:47
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A murder of murderous crows hunt the hawk.
Lust carries her sharp whip at her side
bloated financiers own parliament and press.
that makes them twice the devil you are.
L'histoire est une suite de mensonges
sur lesquels on est d'accord.
Woe to you, blind guides! You swear your oath
but memory’s fading fast.
There is no let up
There is no end to what we're asked to do.
There is no let up
There is no end to what we're asked to do.
You clean the outside of the cup and the dish
Wear these glasses, you will be more handsome
We are three dimensional cross sections
of our four dimensional self.
There is no let up
There is no end to what we're asked to do.
There is no let up
There is no end to what we're asked to do.
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4. |
Dramatica
02:13
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We drink, we drink, we drink, we drink,
we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink,
Til we can no longer think
Til we can no longer think
Til we can no longer think
Til all that we can say is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa
We fight, we fight, we fight, we fight,
we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight,
though we can’t tell you who’s right
though we all think we are right
Cos who’s right changes by night
And all that we can do is buy another drink at the bar.
Chingaling, when we were children we liked David Bowie
Chingaling, when we were children we liked David Bowie
There must be something
in the nature of television
makes us so happy.
There must be something
in the nature of television
makes us so happy
Just waves in space
We drink, we drink, we drink, we drink,
we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink, we drink,
Til we can no longer think
Til we can no longer think
Til we can no longer think
Til all that we can say is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa
We fight, we fight, we fight, we fight,
we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight, we fight,
though we can’t tell you who’s right
though we all think we are right
Cos who’s right changes by night
And all that we can do is buy another drink at the bar.
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5. |
Descent
02:41
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No one told me life could be so damn confusing
I always thought that I'd be winning now I'm losing
Just goes to show
And in the darkness when the world is chasing rabbits
The darkness hugs me like a giant concrete slab it's
So hard to breathe
So I walk outside where the air is cool and fragrant
I search for handholds so I can reverse my descent
My face in grass
And time passes and history’s made behind my back
My bones get thinner and my teeth decay and then crack
I stop to care
And heaven knows that I have tried hard to be faithful
And heaven knows that I have tried not to be hateful
Why don’t you know?
Why don’t you know?
Why don’t you know?
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6. |
The Crow
02:12
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Hidden in the tree
Polished eyes disect me
His feathers shiny black pvc
Crow is hunting me
Shakes the dust from his wings
Sand dry throated he sings
"I've been killing for thousands of years
you exist to feed me"
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7. |
Mummy's Little Angels
03:42
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Susie’s on the phone and she’s crying because her husbands not there.
You said that she was special but now it seems you just couldn’t care.
She’s been through this before and she’s damned if she will do it again.
Susie’s on the phone and if you don’t pick up she’ll kill your children.
Poor Susie
With her Myra Hindley hairdo and her arms around your babies tight.
They’re seen heading past the bank in a stop motion dance in black and white.
She’s run hosepipe through the window from the tailpipe of the family car.
Puts the children on the back seat as you have one for the road at the bar.
Poor Susie
As you stumble down your street you see a crowd has gathered up ahead.
There’s flashing lights and uniforms and someone’s screaming “mummy’s dead”
The poison took her first and your smart child knew how to unlock the door.
And the eyes that turn to you burn home the fact that you’re not loved anymore
And they sing
I Can
Hold My Breath Forever
I Can
Hold My Breath Forever
I Can
Hold My Breath Forever
I Can
Hold My Breath Forever
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8. |
In Sight of My God
04:55
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The holes in your hands,
And the blood on your brow,
They mean nothing,
At all.
Supreme masochist.
All the feet that you kissed,
It changed nothing,
At all
When we come, we drink,
we form, we hate,
we doubt, we call,
We become
When we cry, we walk,
we serve, we feel,
we write, we feed,
We become
When we end, we turn,
we have, we see,
we start, we need,
We become
When we stumble, produce,
diminish, compete,
abandon, unlock
We become
In the cold, in the dark,
In the pain, in the scars,
When alone with what’s ours
We become
In the cold, in the dark,
When it all falls apart
Alone with our holes
We become
And I’ll stab my eyes in the sight of my god.
And I’ll flay my skin in the sight of my god.
And I’ll burn my hair in the sight of my god.
And I’ll break my fingers in the sight of my god.
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9. |
Lowville
04:10
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Welcome to Lowville
We’ve got something for you
A jacket to wear
So that you won’t care
When we hurt you
Welcome to Lowville
Life was too loud for you
So I’ve a man here
Who’ll drive nails in your ears
And won’t charge you
In Lowville we're decent
And we love your accent
Please don't get too close
Or we will break your nose
Just to warn you.
There's beauty in Lowville
We've painted out free will
So you can't see our lies
We'll throw dust in your eyes
Then we'll guide you.
Welcome to Lowville
You’re welcome to Lowville
Welcome to Lowville
You’re welcome to Lowville
Welcome to Lowville
You’re welcome to Lowville
Welcome to Lowville
You’re welcome to Lowville
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Modchik is the imaginary band of John Stanford, purveyor of dark gothic narratives with an outsider art aesthetic.
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