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Lied To By The System
01:16
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They told me if I studied hard
That I could do the things I want
They told me if I skipped the bar
And took the bar the bar would not be low
They told me that I could go far
Far into the open world
But the doors are closed
The doors are closed
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2. |
Your Soul is a Wound
02:58
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Crying every time you left me bleeding
Music builds the will to change
And helps me raise your heart into the nothing
I'm faded and weary
But I won't duck and run away
Escape from places you left years ago
Can I believe in yourself this time?
Back to life you see my fear of living
The fear you find the distance that
You're free, I'm careless, and I wanna be
Your soul is a wound now
But I'll grow old and come alive
And no one's begging me to always
See
Can I believe in yourself this time?
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3. |
Vocoder
04:49
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If I have no voice what can I say?
Just curl into the covers and I'll
Tuck, tuck, tuck away
If I have no choice what can I say?
Just hold onto the vocal cords and
Pluck, pluck, pluck away
Pluck, pluck, pluck away
Pluck, pluck, pluck away
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4. |
MMT (Fan Death)
03:32
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I don’t want to wait no more, I’m tired of this shit
I don’t want to stand in line, no I don’t want to sit
I don’t need to wear a wig, don’t need a perfect fit
I don’t want to squeal no more like a capitalist pig
I don’t know what I can do, I guess I’ll never learn
But I think it’s gotta go on the record as far as I’m concerned
I don’t want to work a job, won’t keep the fire lit
I don’t want to suck no more from a predetermined tit
I don’t want to dance a jig, don’t want to vote for Mitt
I don’t want to roll the dice and try to beat the rig
I don’t know what I can do, I guess I’ll never learn
Every day it’s the same song but I’m crying out
It’s none of my concern
I just want to bang the drums, I want to take a hit
I just want to take my shoes and slam them on the kit
Yeah, I just want to take a swig, just want to call it quits
But then that’s just another hole from which I have to dig
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5. |
I am the Beaten / "Good"
01:00
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I am the cobra (I am the mongoose)
I am the coiling snake (I am the fighter of snakes)
Sucking (suffering)
Sucking (suffering)
I am the eater (I am the fighter)
I am the eaten (I am the beaten)
∆V∆V∆V∆
It's good
Good.
I'm feeling good
Feeling good.
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6. |
Nothing Yet
01:08
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Sucker punch the cows and put them in their graves
Burn this fucker down, that’s how you solve the maze
I’m tired of the rat race, yeah I want some fucking space
I am done accepting all this casual malaise
Gimme some
Stop the fucking presses, yeah end the fucking chase
I have found the answer and I’m ready for a taste
Throw it all on ice, yeah pump the fucking bass
I’m a bull in china and I’ll slap your fucking face
Gimme some
Nothing yet
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7. |
Neon in the Lemon Groves
03:37
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Forty years they told me
Forty years and then I can kick back
Drive along the road hitting speed bumps
And spinning off the track
Spending all my money finding better places only to go back
Traveling for miles on the cold and cobbled road just to relax
Just to relax
Thousand years they told me
Thousand years and then a different song
Neon in the lemon groves
But no one seems to think that something’s wrong
Building up a throne out of candles, waiting for the gong
But it’s wax that we sit on, we won’t be here very long
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8. |
Set in Stone
03:22
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I couldn't find the words
I couldn't separate them from the others
I couldn't hear the birds
I couldn't make one sound out from another
I couldn't tell her she was the only one
I couldn't tell her she was the only one
No
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9. |
Radio Beijing
03:51
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This is Radio Beijing. Please remember June the third, 1989. The most tragic event happened in the Chinese capital, Beijing.
Thousands of people, most of them innocent civilians, were killed by fully armed soldiers when they forced their way into the city. Among the killed are our colleagues at Radio Beijing.
The soldiers were riding on armored vehicles and used machine guns against thousands of local residents and students who tried to block their way.
When the army convoys made a breakthrough, soldiers continued to spray their bullets indiscriminately at crowds in the street.
Eyewitnesses say some armored vehicles even crushed foot-soldiers who hesitated in front of the resisting civilians.
Radio Beijing [sic] English Department deeply mourns those [sic] died in the tragic incident and appeals to all its listeners to join our protest for the gross violation of human rights and the most barbarous suppression of the people.
Because of this abnormal situation here in Beijing, there is no other news we could bring you. We sincerely ask for your understanding and thank you for joining us at this most tragic moment.
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10. |
$ $ $
03:02
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Where did it come from?
Where does it go?
How do I count it?
How do I lose?
So why spend your days filling numbers on a page?
Why spend your days filling numbers on a page?
Just numbers on a page
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11. |
We Miss the Birds
02:04
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We miss the birds
What happened to the birds?
I miss the birds
They got blown up in the song
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12. |
Madman Theory
02:48
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I’m on my knees, singing away
Swinging my arms just to keep them away
They call me crazy
But what’s in a name?
What’s in a name?
I hold on
I hold
Don’t let me go
Don’t
They call me crazy
But what’s in a name?
What’s in a name?
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13. |
A Pattern's Leaf
03:28
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Bombs are dropping in these fields
The trees and flowers are a shield
Words upon worlds on the city hills
All packaged in a business deal
With a pattern's leaf
A pattern's leaf
A pattern's leaf in my head `
You're turning away and I'm spinning the
Promise of a simple meal
Don't just carry me dying across field by field
It's frame by frame and reel by reel
With a pattern's leaf
A pattern's leaf
A pattern's leaf in my head
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14. |
Shadow Youth
03:23
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Helpless yourself into the waves
Your teardrops, patterns of smog into a haze
I'm watching you suspend her shattered voices
We're wasting our shadow youth inside a cage
It's broken
Helpless yourself into a rage
Your broken-down promises spiral to the grave
We're dancing here to dark and scattered noises
It's you and me battered into brighter days
And screaming
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15. |
Sunset in Shibuya
03:28
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A bark was more than I could ever manage
In the end I'm just a loyal dog
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