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Almost Medieval
05:16
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Almost Medieval
Written by Ian Marsh, Martyn Ware & Philip Oakey
There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men
Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Soft lenses, grow to glasses
Small world, dimly seen through cataracts
Your program, newspaper
So they say
Rumours spread by word of mouth, jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift, erase the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Soft lenses, grow to glasses
Small world, dimly seen through cataracts
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Erase the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Your program, newspaper
So they say
Rumour spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Erase the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men
Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office swings the man on the gibbet
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Circus Of Death
04:46
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Circus Of Death
Written by Oakey / Marsh / Ware
Verse 1
Nine o'clock flight from Hawaii
The Trident is just touching down
We're waiting here on the tarmac
McGarrett is wearing a frown
He's here to help with a problem
A blood-spattered curse on our land
Please cast your eye over this map, sir
This business is quite out of hand
Chorus 1
The circus of death is approaching
Its pathway is painted in red
Before it the frightened and helpless
Behind it a trail of the dead
Verse 2
The narcotic that forges their union
Is a substance known only to one
To the clown it is known as dominion
It's a secret that he'll give to none
The drug which gives the clown power
Means the circus can never be stopped
And his dream can go on unhindered
'Til the last human being has dropped
Chorus 2
Spare me and my family
I've done you no wrong
Go away, please let us be
I've known you for too long
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The Path of Least Resistance
Written by Oakey / Marsh / Ware
Verse 1
Faced with the choice, what would you say?
The path of least resistance, It seems the only way
But can we look a little further? To level four I think
Self-belief's the answer, and not another drink
The safe method, the only way, you rationalise your course
Stay part of the crowd, and never find the source
Feel wanted, feel numb, just stay as you are
The truth is...comfort kills, and you don't need that car
Chorus
So sad, the early grave, when all the fun's for free
Start digging the early grave, and keep it warm for me
Verse 2
Faced with the choice, what would you say?
The path of least resistance, It seems the only way
But let's look a little further, to level four, I think
Self-belief's the answer, and not another drink
The safe method, the only way, you rationalise your course
Stay a part of the crowd, and never find the source
Feel wanted, feel numb, just stay as you are
The truth is, comfort kills, and you don't need that car
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4. |
Blind Youth
03:39
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Blind Youth
Written by Ian Craig Marsh, Philip Oakey, Martyn Ware
Verse 1
No future they say
But must it be that way?
Now is calling
The city is human
Chorus
Blind youth take hope
You’re no Joe Soap
Your time is due
Big fun come soon
Verse 2
We’ve had it easy, we should be glad
High-rise living’s not so bad
Middle 8
Dehumanisation
Is such a big word
It’s been around since
Richard The Third
Dehumanisation
It’s easy to say
But if you’re not a hermit
You’ll know the city’s okay
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5. |
The Word Before Last
04:01
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The Word Before Last
Written by Oakey / Marsh / Ware
Verse 1
Faced with the choice, what would you say?
The path of least resistance, It seems the only way
But can we look a little further? To level four I think
Self-belief's the answer, and not another drink
The safe method, the only way, you rationalise your course
Stay part of the crowd, and never find the source
Feel wanted, feel numb, just stay as you are
The truth is...comfort kills, and you don't need that car
Chorus
So sad, the early grave, when all the fun's for free
Start digging the early grave, and keep it warm for me
Verse 2
Faced with the choice, what would you say?
The path of least resistance, It seems the only way
But let's look a little further, to level four, I think
Self-belief's the answer, and not another drink
The safe method, the only way, you rationalise your course
Stay a part of the crowd, and never find the source
Feel wanted, feel numb, just stay as you are
The truth is, comfort kills, and you don't need that car
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6. |
Empire State Human
05:18
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Empire State Human
Written by Phil Oakey, Ian Craig Marsh & Martyn Ware
Verse 1
Since I was very young and realized
I never wanted to be human sized
So I avoid the crowds and traffic jams
They just remind me of how small I am
Because of this longing in my heart
I'm going to start the growing up
I'm going to grow now and never stop
Think like a mountain, grow to the top
Chorus
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if I'm not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because I'm not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Verse 2
With concentration
My size increased
And now I'm fourteen stories high
At least!!
Empire state human
Just a bored kid
I'll go to Egypt to be
A pyramid
Coda
Brick by brick
Stone by stone
Growing till he's fully grown
Brick by brick
Stone by stone
Growing till he's fully grown
Fetch more water
Fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land
Fetch more water
Fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land
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Morale
Written by Oakey / Marsh / Ware
Don’t talk
Close the door
You’ve been here before
Your shape dim
I’m an old man now
The air’s thin
The walls very damp now
And if I don’t go
I’ll always be stuck here in this poor little room
With a view of the corner
I don’t forget
The light growing weak now
Experience is useless
Unless you can learn
And I’ve never met anyone
Who used their knowledge
To avoid those mistakes made again and again
And if I don’t go
I’ll always be stuck here in this poor little room
With a view of the corner
You've Lost That Loving Feeling
Written by Spector / Mann / Weil
Verse 1
You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips
And there’s no tenderness like before in your fingertips
You’re trying hard not to show it (baby)
But baby, baby I know it
Chorus
You’ve lost that loving feeling, woah, that loving feeling
You’ve lost that loving feeling, now it’s gone, gone, gone, woah-woah
Verse 2
Now there’s no welcome look in your eyes when I reach for you
And girl you’re starting to criticise little things I do
It makes me just feel like crying (baby)
‘cos, baby, something beautiful’s dying
Middle 8
Baby, baby, I’d get down on my knees for you
If you would only love me like you used to do, yeah
We had a love, a love, a love you don’t find every day
So don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t let it slip away
Coda
Bring back that loving feeling, woah, that loving feeling
Bring back that loving feeling
Now it’s gone, gone, gone and I can’t go on
Baby (baby), baby (baby), I want you please (woooo)
Please (woooo)
I need your love (I need your love)
I need your love (I need your love)
Now it bring it on back (bring it on back)
bring it on back now (bring it on back now)
Now bring it on back
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Austerity / Girl One
06:52
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Austerity / Girl One
Written by Phil Oakey, Ian Craig Marsh & Martyn Ware
In the town
The start of day
The father thinks in sadness
On why his daughters went away
On youth and other madness
I know we don't choose who we love
And malice is so human
When your principle's no good
It's time to find a new one
I was brought up to believe
That to avoid disaster
In life as in your dreams
You've got to be the monster
When you've done your very best
When things turn out unpleasant
When the best of men take bribes
Isn't it the fool who doesn't?
In the town
By the house
The journalist is waiting
And near this place
There is a space
A subject contemplating
You've got your keys to get back in
You've washed your face so you can smile
You've got your pockets full of lending cash
Your ticket to the ladies mile
You brush away a flake of zinc
Advance toward the street outside
You close your mind so you can't think
The hide, the ride, the tide
But the scenes come rushing in
Like eels into your net
And it's just like Joseph said
Another walk you can't forget
But you push into the bleak
Where all the women walk in fear
Another three-word phrase
The near, the clear, the dear
You're a lonely little girl
Who just wants to please her dad
So you thought you'd be a nurse
Just like your mother had
But you make the patients worse
And the doctors know you're bad
(Better get back to the oracle)
The oracle in this case
Is a message on your phone
It says where you go
Gravity has gone
You know this is true
But you want to speak of love
Prediction and ambiguity
Go hand in glove
The oracle in this case
Is a face on your wall
It says where you go
People will fall
And near this place
There is a space
A subject contemplating
And in the town
The sun goes down
No-one investigating
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9. |
Zero As a Limit
04:08
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Zero As A Limit
Written by Ian Craig Marsh, Philip Oakey, Martyn Ware
Take the lovebird, kiss the stranger
Leave the trailer, take the car
Feel the sound rushing over you
Q E D
See my finger, the way it points you
Follow blindly into the road
Feel the sound rushing over you
Q E D
See the stranger getting nearer
Iron teardrop, collision course
Feel the sound rushing over you
Q E D
See the blood now overflowing
No more compression, compression done
Feel the sound rushing over you
Q E D
I saw it happen, you saw it happen
We saw it happen, it can't be true
The stranger crashing into you
I saw it happen, you saw it happen
We saw it happen, it can't be true
The stranger crashing into you
The stranger crashing into you
The stranger crashing into you
The stranger crashing into you
Into you
Into you
Into you
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10. |
Being Boiled
04:26
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Being Boiled
Written by Phil Oakey, Ian Craig Marsh & Martyn Ware
Verse 1
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Little people like your offspring
Boiled alive for some god's stocking
Buddha's watching, Buddha's waiting
Verse 2
Just because the kid's an orphan
Is no excuse for thoughtless slaying
People don't forget this torture
Just because you call her mother
Doesn't mean that she's your better
Verse 3
Once more with the voice of Buddha
He'll say carry on your slaughter
Who cares for the little children
You may slice with no conviction
Blind revenge on a blameless victim
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Parralox Melbourne, Australia
If ever there was a new electronic pop band to encapsulate and emulate the legendary stylings of Depeche Mode, The Human League, Erasure, New Order, Pet Shop Boys and the spirit of Madonna in her 80s day-glo era, then Australia’s Parralox are that modern-day reincarnation. ... more
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