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Zero Visibility (Experiments With Truth) LP (Full Session)

by Four Letter Word

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1.
MAKE ME A WINNER When the messengers seek to create the news The people forget they've got a right to refuse If they tell you long enough that their product is right You'll make them their stars overnight Greasy palms oil cogs of machines The celluloid flickers as they sell you their dreams When you awake you'll have none of your own The seeds have been sown Oh god, make me a winner, please make it so I could never quite do it on my own I need a helping hand, a guiding light So please make me a winner, a winner tonight Let me tell you what You're gonna get From the jaws of the media from your TV set We're talking 'bout a cultural coup d'etat When all of a sudden life imitates art And let me tell you what you're gonna see When they monopolise the market and democracy There's a table on the wasteland where the have-not's dine Scrambling in the mud with the swine Oh god, make me a winner, please make it so I could never quite do it on my own I need a helping hand, a guiding light So please make me a winner, a winner tonight The false idols of a sterile generation Fills the void of their rest and recreation Culturcide is a fair exchange Don't expect any change The illusion of abundance from freedom of choice A thousand words from one common voice The dictators words are softly spoken The barcode is broken Oh god, make me a winner, please make it so I could never quite do it on my own I need a helping hand, a guiding light So please make me a winner, a winner tonight Oh god, make me a winner, please make it so I could never quite do it on my own I need a helping hand, a guiding light So please make me a winner, a winner tonight
2.
UNCONDITIONAL Now I see it, slip slipping away Sometimes I notice, just how I have aged Drawing conclusions, in the lines on my face Run out of fingers, trying to count the days You know what really, bothers me the most I never could allow, anything that close Keep my distance, well behind the lines Everything's taken, taken away... In time, I will lose everything I care about In time, either you or me will have to learn to live without In time, the coins will overflow the wishing well In time, maybe this will all cease to be so unconditional Unconditional, unconditional, unconditional Not so long ago, it all seemed viable But now theory's so, unreliable There's never any doubt, you can fulfill your dreams When indestructible, teenage machines I'm still angry, but now I realise I see the cycle slowly, turning in my eyes It's irretrievable, so easily won or lost Like terrafirma, lying dormant in permafrost In time, I will lose everything I care about In time, either you or me will have to learn to live without In time, the coins will overflow the wishing well In time, maybe this will all cease to be so unconditional Unconditional, unconditional, unconditional You can only hold on, for a short time 'Til your fingers will, lessen their grip on the twine Tired muscles, find it hard to cope Before you know, you're at the end of the rope There's never gonna be, near enough time You're always gonna be, cut down in your prime I can't afford to let, let myself forget The wheel's in motion, the hourglass is set In time, I will lose everything I care about In time, either you or me will have to learn to live without In time, the coins will overflow the wishing well In time, maybe this will all cease to be so unconditional Unconditional, unconditional, unconditional, unconditional
3.
SUBTERRANEAN ZONE They're stepping up production at the power plant The bosses count the profits while the workers chant They're digging ever deeper for increased demand As the ore trundles down the conveyor belt And the orange furnace fires begin to smelt Live exclusive broadcasts watch the icecaps melt "You'd better put your backs into it gang!" The foreman cried out as the shift sirens rang His voice tinged with panic their hands shook with haste As the steam rose in columns the tombs were encased While the property men were assessing the worth Of luxury housing deep in the earth The wealthy viewed mansions carved out of stone Down in the dark, in the dark, subterranean zone Down in the dark, in the dark, in the dark, in the dark, in the dark Subterranean zone, subterranean zone Subterranean zone, subterranean zone The only grades that matter are centigrade In comparison everything seems to fade When it's one fifty five Fahrenheit in the shade On a February morn, your veins choke and freeze At minus ninety five degrees Skin breaks like plastic, brittle arteries seize "You'd better put your backs into it gang!" The foreman cried out as the shift sirens rang His voice tinged with panic their hands shook with haste As the steam rose in columns the tombs were encased While the property men were assessing the worth Of luxury housing deep in the earth The wealthy viewed mansions carved out of stone Down in the dark, in the dark, subterranean zone Down in the dark, in the dark, in the dark, in the dark, in the dark Subterranean zone, subterranean zone Subterranean zone, subterranean zone The remnants of mankind take their places and sit In a shaft lined with torches blackened faces are lit By the echoes of silence in this bottomless pit In the huddled confusion startled eyes dart around Staring fixed skyward at the slightest small sound As their eyes grow accustomed to the light underground Subterranean zone Subterranean zone Subterranean zone Subterranean! Subterranean! Subterranean! Subterranean zone!
4.
REMOTE CONTROL Rational thought is demonised The outside world must be despised Any thought for the common good Has been removed from your neighbourhood Hide inside and lock your doors And venture out to superstores Increased consumer loyalty Our market's your community Corporate identity - remote control Corporate identity - remote control Corporate identity - remote control Corporate identity - remote control Remote control, remote control Remote control, remote control A thousand bits of plastic crap Packed and stacked in shrinkwrap It's the brand new latest craze We'll hook you in a thousand ways See the tracksuit zombies drool And part with cash to think they're cool Logos in every hue and size You pay us then you advertise Corporate identity - remote control Corporate identity - remote control Corporate identity - remote control Corporate identity - remote control Remote control, remote control Remote control, remote control In the crowd you brave the storm Find comfort in your uniform The gogglebox it took your brain The expression of a born again The image, box, design and style There's nothing there behind the smile Your mind is blank, your thoughts are bought Your life is now spectator sport Corporate identity - remote control Corporate identity - remote control Corporate identity - remote control Corporate identity - remote control Remote control, remote control Remote control, remote control Remote control, remote control Remote control, remote control
5.
THE HOME FRONT This is a message for the people at home - hey! This is a message for the people at home This is a message for the people at home - hey! This is a message for the people at home This is a message for the people at home You're so impressive when you grumble and groan Warm and contented with your cathode ray views All your opinions are given to you All is quiet on the home front It's too quiet on the home front Refuse to buy it for a moment, a moment For all is quiet on the home front This is a message for the people at home - hey! This is a message for the people at home This is a message for the people at home - hey! This is a message for the people at home This is a message for the people at home You have invested in what you condone Soak up the bullshit 'til your appetite's quenched Buy into freedom but you are entrenched All is quiet on the home front It's too quiet on the home front Refuse to buy it for a moment, a moment For all is quiet on the home front Switch on, of an evening and soak up what's been prepared for you Choose from, the seven shades of dog shit you're permitted to Don't touch that dial, it's our window into your living room After this message from our sponsors, viewing is resumed Worship at the supermarket checkout, and exchange your green Punch in your number, at the high street automatic cash machine You can smoke and drink, on a Saturday you can go berserk As long as, on Monday morning you're in a fit state to return to work This is a message for the people at home - hey! This is a message for the people at home This is a message for the people at home - hey! This is a message for the people at home This is a message for the people at home Just keep eating 'til your twenty three stone There's no concern if you continue to buy We'll still make money if you're waiting to die All is quiet on the home front It's too quiet on the home front Refuse to buy it for a moment, a moment For all is quiet on the home front Home front, home front, home front, home front
6.
YOUR GODS WON'T SAVE YOU NOW If your gods are present and Jesus saves Why are children digging their own graves Taking bullets for some madman's cause? When there's slaughter seven days a week The earth inherits the poor and meek Swallowed whole through it's six foot jaws Where the land doesn't flow with gold and black The empire hesitates at striking back Like Pilate it turns to wash it's hands But if a worthy despot suddenly approaches His small town ethos somehow encroaches On the lifestyles of our free lands If your gods could save you now Do you think that they would allow Genocidal games practiced in their names? Your gods won't save you now If your gods could save you now Do you think that they would allow Genocidal games practiced in their names? Your gods won't save you, won't save you now! If the propaganda is to be believed Then we should be proud of what we've achieved Now the need for survival has been removed But no-one wants the truth to be known Of our foundations laid on others bones So all history has been disproved? If your gods could save you now Do you think that they would allow Genocidal games practiced in their names? Your gods won't save you now If your gods could save you now Do you think that they would allow Genocidal games practiced in their names? Your gods won't save you, won't save you now! The two thousand years you celebrate Were built on genocide and hate So drink to the atrocities of war Were your gods down there among us When they shot, gassed and hung us In Bosnia, Treblinka, Warsaw? If your gods could save you now Do you think that they would allow Genocidal games practiced in their names? Your gods won't save you now If your gods could save you now Do you think that they would allow Genocidal games practiced in their names? Your gods won't save you, won't save you now! Won't save you now... your gods won't save you now
7.
EMERGENCY BROADCAST They do whatever they see fit And we let them get away with it Initiate as they please Designs to keep us on our knees Manufactured deception Corporate conception The darkest intent From silent consent Burn the script and change the cast - cast! Tell the children teach them fast - fast! To do away with all things past - past! This is an emergency broadcast We are all under scrutiny When we should be in mutiny Instead of breaking our backs To pay their new tax Creeping totality Orwell reality Consumption decree You buy to be free Burn the script and change the cast - cast! Tell the children teach them fast - fast! To do away with all things past - past! This is an emergency broadcast Feel good factor minus ten Prozac and Ibuprofen Swallow whole two soundbites And forfeit all your human rights Above board and kosher In a full-colour brochure Politricks to be taught On how not to get caught Burn the script and change the cast - cast! Tell the children teach them fast - fast! To do away with all things past - past! This is an emergency broadcast We participate to enslave ourselves The lies are flying off the shelves Forming queues and rabid flocks To be like the electronic box! Unentertaining Humanity draining Visual dope Vote without hope
8.
Memento Mori 04:22
MEMENTO MORI The wrought iron fence, the rush hour traffic Passes on one side On the other lies a thousand plaques To commemorate those who've died A calm silence from the Cedar trees The branches twist and weave And I swear I heard, a whispered word Float down with the leaves You can't escape from death and taxes From mother's arms to sackcloth and ashes So quell the rage, turn the page Put some meaning in between You can't escape from death and taxes From mother's arms to sackcloth and ashes So quell the rage, turn the page Put some meaning in between Here lies Irene, born in sixty three And she died in thirty one And next to her is her husband John And their beloved son I know nothing more than an epitaph Carved amongst the moss But I guess that they're lucky ones To have more than a wooden cross You can't escape from death and taxes From mother's arms to sackcloth and ashes So quell the rage, turn the page Put some meaning in between You can't escape from death and taxes From mother's arms to sackcloth and ashes So quell the rage, turn the page Put some meaning in between Through sun and rain and ice and sleet Here lies the mass of no elite Quietly pass in silence greet Humanities journey is done, complete In loving memory Pause to sit beneath the tree Carve the bark for all to see For all eternity...
9.
ALL AMERICAN WAR There's only one reason that you need to fight And it's not for your honour or pride It's cuz your busy making bucks for the corporates Bombing craters three miles wide Salute the bloodied flag of the stars and stripes For your prophecy is heaven sent So let the bombs rain down from the blackened skies For Jesus and the president All American war - flags are not bulletproof! All American war - flags are not bulletproof! All American war All American war - flags are not bulletproof! All American, all American, all American... WAR! You can walk on water you can part the waves Clutching ribbons for those who've died But harken to the days of the negro slaves And try to tell me you believe in pride In your schools you are fed to be easily led Descendants of the chosen few But if we're all spooks, commies, wops and gooks Will you tell me what the fuck are you? All American war - flags are not bulletproof! All American war - flags are not bulletproof! All American war All American war - flags are not bulletproof! All American, all American, all American... WAR! You're not fucking fighting for a holy war You're fighting for your system's life Cuz if they can't sell their tanks and bombs Capitalism will not survive The whole things floats on guns and notes And concentrating on keeping you poor So stand in line and cast your votes Cannon fodder for American war All American war - flags are not bulletproof! All American war - flags are not bulletproof! All American war All American war - flags are not bulletproof! All American, all American, all American... WAR! All American, all American, all American All American, all American, all American All American... WAR!
10.
Broken Pane 03:09
BROKEN PANE Looking out through this broken pane Figures scurry and flinch from pain As they splash the yellowed puddles in the poison rain Two children fight amongst shop displays They mimic traits they'll need one day The shattered window mannequin that got in the way Steam rises up through the cracks From underground railway tracks Black soot floats down spewed from the chimney stacks The grass and trees have long since died Contorted nature's petrified The indelible scars on a habitat we defied The unmarked cars leave wound and scars Their hired guns police our slums And there's a broken pane where the bullets rain The night patrol will cleanse my soul With class war populace control And there's a broken pane where the bullets reign We're hypnotised by the oil drum blaze The old man's stories of summer days Seem far fetched in this disused factory maze A hail of sparks from the pylon frame Start to flicker the lights again As we stamp to keep warm in this cold black freezing rain There's no escape from this cordoned slum Without fail by night they come The ruthless night patrol shoot on sight at anyone The curfews always seem to cleanse The trespassers leave evidence Torn fabric flutters on the circuited perimeter fence The unmarked cars leave wound and scars Their hired guns police our slums And there's a broken pane where the bullets rain The night patrol will cleanse my soul With class war populace control And there's a broken pane where the bullets reign The unmarked cars leave wound and scars Their hired guns police our slums And there's a broken pane where the bullets rain The night patrol will cleanse my soul With class war populace control And there's a broken pane where the bullets reign
11.
PLAYGROUND POLITICS I guess that wonders will never cease You been hanging 'round with the thought police You wear the badge but never take the oath Covert ops and sideways glancing Are the politics of dancing If it's nature or nurture, I'd opt for both Tell tall tales, backstab and bitch Two-faced yellow-bellied snitch Spineless words and dirty tricks Fuck your playground politics Playground politics, playground politics Playground politics, playground politics Playground politics, playground politics The new kids have only been in school one week They're already pulling rank in the schoolyard clique They beat them to submission until they bowed I saw them give the order as they jeered and kicked him He was told to get in line as a fashion victim A folly to the whims of the class in-crowd Tell tall tales, backstab and bitch Two-faced yellow-bellied snitch Spineless words and dirty tricks Fuck your playground politics Playground politics, playground politics Playground politics, playground politics Playground politics, playground politics I assure you it was never my intention The price of disagreement is a weeks detention A note to mum and a thousand lines My pride is scuffed and my faith is torn And there's trust all down my uniform I've lost my faith in nursery rhymes Tell tall tales, backstab and bitch Two-faced yellow-bellied snitch Spineless words and dirty tricks Fuck your playground politics Playground politics, playground politics Playground politics, playground politics Playground politics, playground politics
12.
THE LAST TRANSMISSION Bacterium in silence Spread faster than the speed of light It attacked them on a sub-cell level Well beneath their sight It stalked all those that walked Every living thing fell ill But no-one realised It'd be the day the earth stood still The last transmission that they ever made Was the image of a human face crying as the music played As the credits rolled the static interfered Six billion died with the icons they revered The last transmission that they ever made Was the image of a human face crying as the music played As the credits rolled the static interfered Six billion died with the icons they revered The last transmission, the last transmission No American superhero Stepped in to save the world No-one overcame the odds And went back to get the girl Humanity wasn't crushed By empires, wars or tyrants The global sub-electric hum Just quaked then fell to silence The last transmission that they ever made Was the image of a human face crying as the music played As the credits rolled the static interfered Six billion died with the icons they revered The last transmission that they ever made Was the image of a human face crying as the music played As the credits rolled the static interfered Six billion died with the icons they revered The last transmission, the last transmission Microchips and microwaves Going down in a blaze of DNA's Megabytes, satellites Reach new heights, turn out the lights Acid rain, mutated grain Technological runaway train Five year mission, nuclear fission Darkness fell with the last transmission Microchips and microwaves Going down in a blaze of DNA's Megabytes, satellites Reach new heights, turn out the lights Acid rain, mutated grain Technological runaway train Five year mission, nuclear fission Darkness fell with the last transmission Microchips and microwaves Going down in a blaze of DNA's Megabytes, satellites Reach new heights, turn out the lights Acid rain, mutated grain Technological runaway train Five year mission, nuclear fission Darkness fell with the last transmission...
13.
WHITE COLLAR WORKER Step out through the door Packed lunch and fastened tie Walk along and stare at the floor Pull your car into lane It's like another day at school The guy next door is thinking the same Reversing into the space Lock your door, display your card Don't forget your leather bound case Quickly wave to the guard Stifled coughs in the lift A photograph identity card How can you sleep at night? Your soul is black, your collar's white What do you aspire to When you're standing at the bus stop second from the back of the queue? What do you aspire to, standing at the bus stop second from the back of the queue? How can you sleep at night? White collar worker, white collar worker Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five! Grey desk, swivel chair You wonder if they've noticed That you may be slightly losing your hair Numbers on the screen Coffee thermoplastic cups Fall sideways from the faulty machine The seconds tick in your mind It never stops day or night You find it really hard to unwind The tax deductible cheque That dangles like a carrot From the noose that tightens 'round your neck How can you sleep at night? Your soul is black, your collar's white What do you aspire to When you're standing at the bus stop second from the back of the queue? What do you aspire to, standing at the bus stop second from the back of the queue? How can you sleep at night? White collar worker, white collar worker Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five! Working late overtime You miss the rush hour traffic But you rarely reach home before nine Fall asleep in your food You try to kiss the missus But she never seems to be in the mood Observe the nine o'clock news Waiting for the sitcoms That never fail to keep you amused Jokes about working life Another day another dollar Working for the nine to five... Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five, nine to five!

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Welly: Vocals
Jon: Guitar
Tim: Bass
Will: Drums

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released October 19, 1999

Lyrics: Welly
Music: Four Letter Word
Except: Track 12 Part 2
Design: Welly
Recorded by: Frankie Stubbs

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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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