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News Flash (Road to War)
00:15
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Don't look down at me.
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Caliphate!
03:41
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Uninformed is one pen stroke away, uniformed policy followers led astray, balaclava, orange vest or baton it's the same. I need an existence give me purpose, even if it's just to sour in the aftermath, retro compensation, no lessons learned. Seda Vela Ayga.
Caliphate! Building a state, a world only they can tolerate. They don't want to lose control the war mongers only hate, we are peace, we are love, in the name of drastic action we must take. We are truth, we are bold, it will make sense if you're repeatedly told, are you not sold? You reek of fear, you meek liberal passenger, believe in something bigger.
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4.543
00:56
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The world is 4.543 billion years old, humanity has been here for what? between 6 and 200 thousand? and democracy whilst it has grown is in it’s infancy crawling along and has a while to go. So how in such a small, miniscule time scale can we go from mass church driven misogyny, slavery and ill acceptance to fluff pieces in our left of centre media and social web pages of bullied tories and groups fighting for white british male equality? I get it. I gain no advantages other than doing well in the birth lottery; all my limbs, head of hair, no bears nor drought and I am constantly getting chewed up in the system we live.It’s a conveyor belt no turning back now as they turn the screw but a system created by those aesthetically similar! Where do I get off?
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You
03:11
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“You are a soppy bastard” “Nah it’s just we need something to hold onto, and whilst I regret any kind of infidelity these letters just...hmmm listen the last time I seen her...” (Fades) I know it’s totally intentional, I know where I lack control, you could have become anything but instead you’re my home. And if home is where the heart is then my heart lays down with you and of all the memories and senses it still amazes me that you smell like you. I think of how you pushed me away that night, you were right I had to go but it didn’t stop my heart aching, convulsing and beginning to slow. I could feel myself leaving becoming numb to the bone whilst an earthquake of messages I couldn’t bare to atone. I became a coward, a liar and a thief, all things I cannot condone. I stole from myself the right to walk free and proud my head held high my feet firmly on the ground, but what I had was no want for that for me I had to have you.
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November Tenth Healing
03:31
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“Well whilst you’ve been sending highbrow smut I got this” [V1] My Heart is heavy and my eyes are red, she brought the worst news I could ever get, the detail of a betrayal of a friend. Throughout all the course of pain this is as bad as the beginning of the time, that she left. at this point I’m alone around here all of my followers decide to disappear and anyone else I meet will never come running. [Ch] Am I mistaken or just forsaken all my dreams taken from here. [V2] My mothers gone my sister lost even the father whom I painfully don’t miss and then he was stolen never to return the same. Who else will get me. The love of my life with my best friend will I ever learn to live again even after my teacher sailed away to Mexico. Working again it’s getting late I decide to close the door on fate, turn off all the lights inside my head. Curly’s Hero is no more I cut my life and hit the floor and no one will know who I’ve fallen for.
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Hey Archeologist
02:42
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] “You know what I don’t miss? Online dating! (Laughter), there was this one girl...” Hey archaeologist, you dig these bones? I’ve got tombs to atone, skeletons even Tutankamun would be proud of. I can’t take you seriously, for being such a deviant in bed you bore me to death (the shit out of me) A shallow intelligence from a town of inbreds acutely educated you aint and no street smarts to boast it’s neither cute nor quaint one woman’s kink, another mans bane, You broke his back? Aye so you did hen. Milkshakes and selfies at the gym I pray that I’m outdoor strong, I don;t have the will I do things on a whim. Sexual arousal from automobiles has always eluded me I was to busy being a pubescent picking my favourite porn star oh how I wonder how she’s doing, California dreaming or did she have to swallow those three difficult words at Sheen’s house, tiger bleeding. Side-tracked I know but this is legitimately insincere as I find your hobbies, acquisitions and general output. Frequenting a favourite chain restaurant is not something I;d start with, we both like shakes and burgers but it’s not something to bang with. Who am I kidding I like your eyebrows and such pretty hair which is neither here nor there.
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The Strolling Dead
02:56
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“Mind getting dragged around the shops?...” Very slightly, acutely unaware, dehydrated at the well of good will. Wandering around a shopping centre, wondering, borderline hoping the enemy will show. I’m not disgusted by the rampant consumerism, well I am but more how easily I can become one with them. A swelling of discontent, buying technical cabbage I don’t have a use for yet. Open the flood gates, sweep it all away, I’d like to stroll with Kirkman’s dead (Someday) with or without his or Romero’s allegorical consent. I need, I need, I need, I want. We bleed, we bleed for naught.
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Amazing Grace
05:00
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Traditional
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Burma No More
04:04
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“You know everyone else here eats up what you’ve got to say! but I ain't buying it. how can such a bigoted fuck have an understanding of a free world? Maybe you can’t stand for everything but maybe you just stand for nothing!”
Myanmar, no option to wear that totem upon your face, rewarding house arrest, the victims prize a democratic process, can we abide a tired soul? Allowing a genocide, but She’s a hero? Barely counts, some would happily wipe those Muslims out. Third time lucky for a mighty empire, Burma no more? Not the worst culprit by far, Mourn her no more? Turmoil till the end of the world, Burma no more. Wipe our hands free, a gift to a colony, dustpan and brush do the children think it’s funny? Liam Fox you sly sick fuck, children are for sex or soldiers of fortune without the luck but Buddhism is such a peaceful religion.
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A Prophet
02:27
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People won't Follow you unless you promise dream, from skills you have a acquired from various streams of foreign knowledge no one can spoil it, no one can expose your lies. You can't be a prophet in your own country, you can't be the mouth of god in your native tongue. A thin line from president and pharaoh and the monarchies dark shadow, rule the lad, let me be, leave us be, slip of a lizards tongue, I once hit a swan with my car but does that really make me free?
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Jamie Size Livingston, UK
I'm into collaborating and recording and performing the ideas in my head, not very prolific but I love what I do.
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