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Overcast
04:15
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No dreams, just routines, no discoveries and no surprises
You know these days it seems that the sun it barely rises
I inject this half-light creed seeking something to astound me
And when I cut I bleed, invisible to those around me
I soldier on under skies dark and leaden
Despair only lights my way to my own Armageddon
Twenty one summers passed, expected and not surprising
You crossed the meridian alone in search of new horizons
We were chasing down the sun before we parted ways
Now it’s just overcast these thankless days
We were ascendant, now the hope hangs like a pall
And it’s been overcast as long as I recall
Now I only see your face out of focus in a dream
It seems the only place I’m going is where I’ve already been
Black clouds drape their sense, a dim glow of dark foreboding
A flicker from the whence but not to where I’m going
We were chasing down the sun before we parted ways
Now it’s just overcast these thankless days
We were ascendant, now the hope hangs like a pall
And it’s been overcast as long as I recall
Overcast
I hasten pace at the sense of distant thunder
Magnetic pulse erased when we were torn asunder
The scythe and hourglass, with one stroke we were cleft
It was also overcast on the day that you left
We were chasing down the sun before we parted ways
Now it’s just overcast these thankless days
We were ascendant, now the hope hangs like a pall
And it’s been overcast as long as I recall
Overcast
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Frontiers Of The State
03:19
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An invisible hand
Lays bare the land
By market forces
The flames are fanned
Dull grey machinery
Tears down the scenery
For fresh, frozen
Freeze dried or canned
Rolling back the frontiers
The frontiers of the State
Rolling back the frontiers
The frontiers of the State
One day they’ll forget
There was a safety net
No opposition, no threat
They simply won’t recall
Nothing other than the walls
Chained to machinery of debt
Rolling back the frontiers
The frontiers of the State
Rolling back the frontiers
The frontiers of the State
The system couldn’t care less
Now it serves to dispossess
Your information’s possessed
Nothing is coincidence
Flush out the dissidents
Dissent must be suppressed
Rolling back the frontiers
The frontiers of the State
Rolling back the frontiers
The frontiers of the State
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Uneasy Lies The Head
02:40
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When the game is over
Whoever won or lost
Both the king and pawn
Go in the same box
Lies sold to the nation of trickle down
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
When one third of a nation lies beaten down
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
Each new generation
Expected the next to flourish
Now invisible populations lie
Ill-housed and ill-nourished
Lies sold to the nation of trickle down
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
When one third of a nation lies beaten down
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
Blind economic forces
From blindly selfish men
Are telling us it’s raining
While pissing on our heads
Broken infrastructure
Built by, built by broken backs
Asset stripping countries
Putting nothing back
Lies sold to the nation of trickle down
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
When one third of a nation lies beaten down
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
Lies sold to the nation of trickle down
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
When one third of a nation lies beaten down
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
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The Hope That Kills You
03:08
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Dialling through the dead channels
With a sharp intake of breath
A high blink rate, feeling second rate
You die a little death
Thinking as a foreign language
New ways to construe
The sleep of reason gives rise to demons
It’s the hope that kills you
The hope that kills you
Biding time in the endless struggle
You may fall into despair
The clock face cracks as you break your back
When it becomes too much to bear
Stare too long into the abyss
It might stare right back at you
We twist, resist or reminisce
It’s the hope that kills you
The hope that kills you
Engaging in a relentless search
What a tangled web was spun
If you’ve been to war a hundred times
It was only the war that won
Like trying to fight the restless feeling
From a time that you once knew
You can make a fine art of falling apart
But it’s the hope that kills you
It’s the hope that kills you
Dialling through the dead channels
With a sharp intake of breath
A high blink rate, feeling second rate
You die a little death
Thinking as a foreign language
New ways to construe
The sleep of reason gives rise to demons
It’s the hope that kills you
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Four Letter Word Cardiff, UK
Punk rock band formed in 1991 in Cardiff, U.K. Released debut EP in 1995, debut album in 1998 on BYO Records. Toured U.S./Canada in 1998. Released second album on BYO in 1999 before Trade Mark issues with the first of many name claimers. FLW fought and won and soldiered on releasing two further albums and a handful of EPs, toured the U.S. again, before in 2011 they called it a day after 20 years. ... more
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