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Lost In The Night
01:38
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LOST IN THE NIGHT
Lost in the night
Lost in the night
Never quite sure to turn wrong or right
Lost in the night
Lost in the night
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THE DEVIL HAS A HOLD ON THE LAND
Warning to all
Regulatory alignement managers
Systematic impact assessment overseers
Cognitive therapy dummies
Branded content providers
An unanticipated problem has occurred check back soon and try again
For the devil has a hold on the land
and the devil has a hold on the land
and the devil has a hold on the land
Warning to all
Armani suited concierges in overpriced hotels
Practitioners of hostile architecture
Architects of universal credit
Credit loan arrangers and providers
Providing indebtured misery in all the forgotten towns
We are reasonably well adjusted to a profoundly sick society now
For the devil has a hold on the land
and the devil has a hold on the land
and the devil has a hold on the land
Warning to all
Those of poor style and money grasping smiles
Those great at misleading not too great at explaining
Who would hold our health in their hands
And sell our coughs for laughs
Turn our public ills and cares into private stocks and shares
Nuanced to algorithms blighted by addictive schisms filtered through a soft-core prism
For the devil has a hold on the land
and the devil has a hold on the land
and the devil has a hold on the land
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So Sad
02:36
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SO SAD
Why do I feel so sad?
Why do I turn everything sad?
So sad, so sad
Why do I feel so sad?
Why do I feel so blue?
Why do I turn everything blue?
So sad, so sad
Why do I feel so sad?
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Ecstasy Snowbirds
05:24
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ECSTASY SNOWBIRDS
If paradise was half as nice
As the heaven you took me to
I never needed any other vice
Once I found you
Solitude was our Cockaigne
Nirvana ran in crystal streams
Utopia here in the room
It was the dream life in our veins
We were living in a world apart
We lived like snow birds from the start
We were living in a world apart
Isolation our lonely art
Lonely is the drug that numbs the heart
I've been thinking about the ecstasy of aloneness
we shared now for days
And how the good thing never lasts
A spirit always gets in the way
A murmuration of starlings filled my imagination
My dreams of flight and heat of communication
Migrating birds gravitate away
Please believe me when I say I was intent to stay
We were living in a world apart
We lived like snow birds from the start
We were living in a world apart
Isolation our lonely art
No one ever numbed you like I numbed you
So detached in the house up on that hill
No one knew or cared we were there
We were hidden from society bother to none
Until I messed up and you wanted me gone
We had lived for so long in our own quiet way
The nest was now ruined
I was gone within the year
We were living in a world apart
We lived like snow birds from the start
We were living in a world apart
Isolation our lonely art
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Take Heed Calumniators
00:50
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TAKE HEED CALUMNIATORS
Take heed calumniators
All you would be troublemakers
You will have your unruly moment
Of turbulence, riot and restless foment
Cacophonist, transitioner, alchemist
I know what you are driving at
And how the glimmering magic
The shimmering sound could unlock this static
And then a happy thing be found
It's worth your best shot you can do this I know
Don't blow, don't throw, don't let the chance go
Take heed calumniators
Take heed
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Urban Pagans
03:02
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URBAN PAGANS
12.21.12 was not the end of his world per se, but for Al it marked a transitional day>
When he felt the shudder or debt and doubt, the shiver free thought being shut out>
Unsure of his place in this burgeoning state, the climate change, the right-wing hate.
Millennial disconnect that year wore the coolest darkest most cynical pair of shades.
For when it's dark it's dark, when it's dark, it's dark, the blind will lead the mind will feed the blind.
03.08.19 every fear has come to pass, for Al, this disconnect is what it is now.
28 Ristretto's drank in the Fleet Street branch of the Caffe Nero chain, everyone here is wired conforming uglay and insane.
Al knows though, a better world as seen through lucid eyes will never fade.
A pagan beauty can connect will surpass the coolest, darkest, most cynical pair of shades.
For when it's dark it's dark, when it's dark, it's dark, when it's dark it's the darkened darkening night.
But when it's dark it's dark, when it's dark, it's dark, the blind will lead the mind will feed the blind.
And when it's dark it's dark, when it's dark, it's dark, when it's dark it's the darkened darkening night.
And when it's dark it's dark, when it's dark, it's dark, when it's dark we will turn and we'll embrace a different light.
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Electric Pilgrims
04:06
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ELECTRIC PILGRIMS
Almost disinfectant, almost perfume
So close to dying in a distant room
Almost fevered, almost cold
Almost young, now I'm almost old
I'm almost there
I'm almost there
I'm almost there
Almost
I'm almost there
I'm almost there
I'm almost there
Almost
Almost fractured, almost whole
Almost purged the wanting curse in my soul
Almost beatific, almost blue
I'm holding on to what I know is true
I'm almost there
I'm almost there
I'm almost there
Almost
I'm almost there
I'm almost there
I'm almost there
Almost
Most of all striving, most of all fear
Most of all caged, uncertain, unclear
Most of all I see the shine above
Most of all faith, most of all love
Some will endure, others disappear
I grow stronger as the day grows near
Some say soon, some say never
I know one day I'll break this spell forever
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WE ARE SAILING TO THE ISLAND OF LIGHT
Hey all you
Lovely clowns, you lonely people, naked survivalists, chance opportunists, heroic failures, electric pilgrims, beauty addicts, dream novelists, psychedelic flaneurs, drunken throwbacks to futurist times
We are sailing to the island of light, and we're are sailing to the island of light, and we're are sailing to the island of light
Sailing, sailing, sailing
Say goodbye to
The shallow hearts, the hollow likes, I have dreamed of this moment for so long now, when I escape the short-term dopamine driven feedback loops destroying my trustingly stupid open mind works
We are sailing to the island of light, and we're are sailing to the island of light, and we're are sailing to the island of light
Sailing, sailing, sailing
And now that we know who we are, we must call stick together out there, come on you blessed outsider told timers, hoist that tattered queer flag now
Hey all you
Glam merchants, bible sceptics, mystery evolutionists, anti fascists, fugitive romantics and cosmopolitan scum, those of you being ready to depart of be deported in all your noisy incandescent pagan glory now
We are sailing to the island of light, and we're are sailing to the island of light, and we're are sailing to the island of light
Sailing, sailing, sailing
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Band Of Holy Joy London, UK
Among the most uncompromising bands of the last few decades, Band Of Holy Joy drifted from experimental music to the folk music of an industrial age and cabaret until - after a brush with fame on Rough Trade - they embraced a poetical lyricism steeped in social consciousness and wordplay worthy of the Beat Generation, all set against majestic tunes and the clarion call of vocalist Johny Brown. ... more
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