1. |
Human In Disguise
04:15
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A mistake was made about a year ago
and it gets me paid, but I don't quite know
how they deal with fakes in the big machine.
They do seem patient, but they can't be pleased.
There's too much to read - no characters to write it down
and I can't know everything, but it's all fair game.
So much for deconstruction, hidden bias, small agressions -
this time next year, they'll try again.
But I don't know where all these people stay,
and I don't know when they will come my way.
You're out of step -
yes, out of line!
You made a mess,
you're just a human in disguise.
I can feel their faith slipping off my skin,
and I know my place, but not where to begin.
Just keep moving on prediction when we know it's just fiction.
Throw stuff away so it looks ok.
But I'm not quite sure if I missed the news
and I'm not quite sure what it's coming to.
Well they talk of progress, but I'm left behind
and I can't quite protest a collective mind.
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2. |
All Fine
04:47
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We walked across the world to see what we could use
The full perspective curls and smolders like a fuse.
The doctor frees her ears and wonders if it helps
the medium that appears distorted and unwell.
The mighty exponent just drives the argument,
as all that's left undone is handed to our sons.
And we're all fine, 'cause we're on time.
Perhaps you need to hear survivors in our ranks;
they prove the path is clear, yet not a word of thanks!
Feel proud to write the test, for standards must be met,
and pity all the folk who never had a hope.
And we're all fine, 'cause I got mine.
When the sources choke our memories of old;
once we've had our fill, we'll confess - we'll spill.
And we're all fine at the end of the line.
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3. |
Something Wrong
03:11
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Flow thoughts clear
crystal fogs
plans unfold
and divide - something's wrong.
Clouds drift through each other, rays blend into green;
something's wrong in here.
Millions can't recover the last glimpse of a theme;
something's wrong in here.
Floor not straight
hiss... click... shines...
This is fine
as the bait. Something's wrong.
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4. |
Pikes
03:49
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This house is afraid
that a soldier will trample on the lawn;
that they'll come and take our pikes away.
A rattle, a bellow at the door.
You see what happens overseas is really quite enticing
as the whistle of a sliding blade puts paid to the enlightened.
And a group that meets for half an hour, of perfect disposition,
in uneasy fermentation are still open to sedition?
And they say we already let it out;
had our day, and it was glorious.
That our training is clandestine,
our motivations are libelous and boring.
Oh the palace full of opposition is in fear.
You can read them speak in contradiction, or they can come here.
So they'll take our pikes away,
and trample on our laws,
and bellow in our ears,
and wake us up at dawn.
And we'll meet in every house
and cultivate the ground
and we'll laugh when they go south
'cause their sherrifs don't run this town.
And they'll fear that tidal wave;
it'll hit them any day.
Yeah they fear their people's rage;
it'll reach them any day.
Until then, we keep our windows clean
and we watch all our fields and yards.
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Look for leaning ivory towers!
Slip a camera in the showers!
Fear the alien baby boom!
Downsize your taxes, live in a shoe!
Stateless pouring every port,
proudly we enforce the law
problem that we represent,
to prosecute the aliens.
The trouble with pseuds is they rarely work nude;
talking and turning, not exposing the vermin.
If they'd be famous, appear on the clouds
we'll show our readers SHE'S A BIG GIRL NOW!
There's a woman on TV
who says that we won't die.
This super food will boost your mood
just wash it down with wine.
We can't ignore an immoral lifestyle;
just want to get to a golden age.
A beautiful mix of disparate timelines,
but what they share is "they knew their place".
Sick filth, commie reds
don't care what they said.
Choose who deserves to live;
big hint, not your kids!
Shock ban evil scroungers sat in court wearing powders
give us law of common sense; verdicts based on PAPERS READ.
There's a bloke here in my feed
who says the kids won't die.
It's cold outside, I think he's right
just don't look at the sky.
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6. |
I Told A Lie
03:29
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I told a lie and they believed me
and the world don't look the same.
I feel fine, like it was easy;
makes me wonder what else can change.
A solid rival will be discreet,
scrape out channels at a streak.
It's best to game them if you're feeling weak
we must face them in relief.
Is it better to trust the mystic who understands your soul
than the writer and the critic whose ideals flop and fold?
Is it better to trust your instincts, evolving all your life,
than the evidence and breakdown that claims to change your mind?
"Cogito ergo sum"
that's all they can do.
They need to hear me
they need to read me
they must feed me... soon.
A shortcut in the model, a trusted data source
takes too long to follow the root of every thought.
Is it better to sketch the lines out, as Euclid would have liked,
when the bottom of all reason, is empty as our lives?
I felt the floor move beneath me;
if I'm floating or falling I can't tell.
But there are more, all around I see.
Perhaps they must be taking us to - ?
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7. |
Ecce No Homo
02:28
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Behold the man (ain't gonna hold your hand!)
here to take you down.
You're gonna feel the cold (and the rights were sold!)
and then hit the ground.
Behold the man (he ain't a fan!)
as he stands so proud.
With those bulging veins (and those days of shame!)
he can rule this town.
Behold the man (yeah, while you can! (ain't gonna hold your hand!))
as he lies in bed.
Lit from beneath (his finger reach)
and share what's read.
Behold the man (he ain't a fan!)
before he turns to drink.
Sat at his desk (with little rest)
he tries to think.
Get in your cell. Just go to bed. You're gonna go to hell.
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8. |
Three Lines
04:15
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(Instrumental)
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Imrae's Hypothetical Band UK
Home-studio music by Adam Jackson.
Sometimes heavy,
rarely light,
sometimes ambient, often electronic, sometimes abstract, often vocal.
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