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Brixton
06:00
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I can't see your answer clearly now,
I can't see the money falling down,
I know this face you wear,
I know just where to glare,
But I can't feel it coming now,
I can't feel it coming around.
Stranded on the street somewhere,
You can feel it running through your head,
When it takes its time to get somewhere,
You better be prepared,
Yeah, what you're wearing in your jacket,
Some sense of self-repair,
It's every schoolboy's long life dream,
It's every citizen's nightmare.
You were talking 'bout the sound of decay,
How it ruptures through the streets,
You were talking 'bout the sound of somewhere else,
What happens when you wipe the slate clean,
Cutting all kinds of corners,
Making absolutely no sense at all,
You say it's what we needed now,
Can't you feel it when it fades to black?
Can't you feel it when it fades to black?
Can't you feel it when it fades to black?
Can't you feel it when it's a knife attack?
Can't you feel it when it fades to black?
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Scarborough
05:11
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One decision,
This is it,
One decision,
Midnight hit,
You know your history surely?
You know your history surely?
Nothing is taken,
Without a doubt,
Nothing is taken,
Without a doubt,
Always in pretense,
And nothing ever left to show.
Where is the neighbourhood to know?
Where is the nation to know?
Stand on your own two feet, alone,
Left without money or a home,
Did you see this before?
Not too long ago,
Did you hear this before?
Did you let it show?
When it's long gone.
Have you seen it fall?
Have you seen it fall?
Have you seen it fall?
Have you seen it fall?
Have you seen, have you seen it fall?
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Homs
04:12
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Come into contact just fine,
All around the city spires,
Watch it fall, watch it take off,
Ain't no feeling like this at all.
Taking back through all those times,
Take it back through every time,
What you wanted - slay and resource,
What you needed - slay and resource,
I can't feel it now,
I can't feel it now,
Taking back from other times,
Ain't no reason at all to cry,
Ain't no reason at all to cry,
Ain't no reason at all to cry.
What you say when you shake it up?
What you mean when you wanted love?
Take it all back to itself,
Take it all back to government.
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4. |
Akrotiri
05:53
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You are cut in silver and gold,
Once again,
I'm told to stay away,
Don't know who or where I can slay,
Just one face tonight,
You can make it yours or make it bright, yeah,
'Cos there's nothing left inside,
Hollow hearts don't make it right,
No, hollow hearts don't make it right,
Hollow hearts don't make it right.
What are you thinking?
It's decision time again,
Taken back to factories,
All buried in the country,
Can't say it's nothing I've seen,
Yeah, I can't say it's nothing I've seen,
Won't you stay and come to me?
Won't you stay and come to me?
Won't you stay and come to me?
Won't you stay and come to me?
Won't you stay and come to me?
Won't you stay and come to me?
Won't you stay and come to me?
Won't you stay and come to me?
Won't you stay and come to me?
Won't you stay and come to me?
This is where we make your death,
This is where you lose your breath,
No second chance,
No second glance,
This is where you lose it all,
This is where you lose it all,
This is where you lose it all,
This is where you lose it all.
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Finlay Shakespeare Bristol, UK
Electronic musician / artist / producer / engineer
Editions Mego / Superpang / Alter / GOTO
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