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Attrack The Bees
03:21
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In the used to be,
Long before the alienation,
When the world was all apart,
We were happy then,
Nothing that upsetting happened.
Why did history have to start?
Always with the sticky mist of overcooked nostalgia.
Permanently letting sickly stimuli arouse you,
Only watch the news that skews to things you espouse, you can let the
Algorithms choose what views appear on your browser, you’re taking
Liberties with what poetic licence allows you, your
Critical thinking’s just getting lousier and lousier, ‘cos you’ve got
One hand on the mouse, you’ve got the other down your trousers,
You get that – carpal tunnel syndrome after too many hours, son.
Can we not go back,
Back to when the sky was happy?
When the scripts were all rehearsed?
This is upside down,
One man’s meat’s another’s poison,
How did things get all reversed?
Predicate logic dictates that these are the lessons:
Nobody’s so different they merit a separate essence.
Yeah, some people are crosses, and some others are crescents, but every other motherfucker’s chugging antidepressants. We’re all
Just one step ahead of the delirium tremens, right from
Baby’s first puke right through repressed adolescence, up to the
Moment we relinquish all our leftover lemons,
From the lemonade we never made ‘cos we were betting on getting to heaven.
When it all made sense,
Every creature knew its station.
Now they’ve all got big ideas.
Take it all away,
I no longer want these choices,
Dial it back a million years.
In the used to be,
There were just a dozen colours,
Before the dimming of the sun,
I remember times,
Back before the information,
When the truth was much more fun.
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All This Time
04:07
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Right.
Once upon a time there lived a stupid little bear,
He just shat all over the woods and stuff, completely unaware.
He thought the universe would magically make sure he didn’t die,
He thought the sun was drawn by chariots across the morning sky, then it’s like,
Now, you can have a drink, maybe have a meal, maybe you relax, ‘cos you’re in a place you can have a think, and you’ve got the time not to have to act, then another voice that you haven’t heard for the longest time whispers in your ear: eat the fucking fruit; this’ll never last. Everything you love’s going to disappear.
I don’t remember asking to be born.
Emerging purple and screaming from the tissues I had torn.
Far from the ancient world of Pharisees and lepers,
I was cruelly born too late to join the Red Hot Chilli Peppers,
But if you sit around decaying ‘till the tide of human culture meets your lofty fucking standards, you’ll get picked off by the vultures.
Stop. If you’ve got a thought and you think the world isn’t ready yet, what you’re saying is, I’m the one in time, everybody else marches out of step. What, you going to wait twenty thousand years just in case the world finally requires whatever the fuck stupid damn idea’s sitting in your head clogging up the wires?
When I was an angelic little kid,
I used to assume there were reasons for the things the adults did.
Now that I am old and fucked and wise,
I see the existential panic in most everybody’s eyes.
I know life is made of shit,
I do not mind one little bit,
I do not fear my death as such,
I hope it does not hurt too much, I
Am afraid of one more thing:
I’ll miss my chance to dance and sing,
My dignity is what I crave,
Just let me dig my own damn grave.
Everybody tells me, be yourself.
Evidence suggests that that is not good for my health,
Everyone agrees I should be me.
I think someone should told me if there were other things I could have been.
All – this – time – all – this – time – all – this – time – all – this – time,
All – this – time – all – this – time – all – this – time – all – this – time.
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You DOn't Need My Love
02:21
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So you're the best princess in the land,
So you might need my love,
I'm so romantic that I'm hatching a plan,
So you might need my love,
I might not be the kind of man
That the world's been dreaming of,
But then, I might be close at hand,
And you might need my love.
Must be a depth to which you'd sink,
Where you might need my love,
Lead you to water and of course you'll drink,
"Cos you might need my love,
And if you don't, I'll kick up a stink
'Til the world has had enough,
There's just no damn need to think,
That you won't need my love.
It's just like there's a black cat sitting outside just sniffing a rose,
But it don't need my love,
So you're the next best thing, I suppose.
I did think about taking my life,
If you don't need my love,
But then you'll never become my wife,
And you won't need my love.
I just got blown away by the news
That you don't need my love,
I'm pretty gone on the drugs and the booze,
'Cos you don't need my love,
Only you can cure my blues,
Help me up out of this trough,
But I'll be feeling all hurt and abused,
If you don't need my love.
'Cos all my favourite films say never give up,try, try again.
And if you don't need my love,
Why the fucking hell did they say that, then?
Someone told me I should leave you be,
'Cos you don't need my love,
But life just don't make sense to me,
If you don't need my love.
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How Do I Love You More?
04:18
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So how do I love you more?
How to believe what I know?
And what do I want to for?
And where will old feelings go?
Then how will I be the one,
Plucked from the crowd by the priestesses of the spring,
Born of the setting sun,
However will I – manage everything?
Oh, how do I love you more?
How do I be what I am,
How do I know?
How do I love you more?
How can I shake off my mind?
In through a bolted door,
Out through a crack in the blinds,
How do I love you more?
How did I find myself here?
How do I leave?
I’ve always the best of intentions,
Yet each time I sink to conclusions,
I’m making my bed in the roses,
I’m bound to come out in contusions
I’m looking out back of the houses,
I’m waiting for signs of the thunder,
I’m falling asleep on the sofa
I’m wasting my time and I wonder,
Is it good?
Is it good, though, is it good?
How do I tell?
How do I love you more?
Ah.
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A kind of primate once evolved,
With an upright walk and a bulbous skull,
The better to house the abundant bulk
Of the brain that eats so many calories.
Fast forward a couple of million years,
There’s been some kind of awful mistake, it appears,
‘Cos, instead of creating a world free from fear,
They’re just arguing over their salaries.
I find it hard to say exactly where we fucked it,
The actual moment that our morals kicked the bucket,
Arseholes everywhere from Norwich to Nantucket,
Seems not one can see a rich man’s dick without trying to suck it.
Everybody feels the boot upon their faces,
But some are shining it and doing up the laces,
Licking off the sticky little residual traces
Of the blood and brains of children torn apart in foreign places.
Sound the alarms! There are illegals at the border!
They’re going to pose a deadly threat to social order!
You know that thing that we’ve strategically ignored
For several decades while industrial communities got poorer.
Society’s a myth! Sell off the council houses!
Society’s at risk! We need emergency powers! It’s
So transparently bullshit, and it just goes on for hours,
I don’t know if it’s more 1984 or Fawlty fucking Towers, it’s
The inevitable fall of the Empires of the West, bruv,
Sure, in the long term you could say it’s for the best, but,
In the meantime there are children dying on their mother’s breast, ‘cos
The reconstruction contracts are attractive to investors, it’s
Hard to make jokes about the deaths of refugees,
It’s hard to satirise a world that’s on its knees, there’s
Not that much left in the tube, no matter how you squeeze,
I’m running out of metaphors for terminal disease.
A kind of primate once evolved,
With an upright walk and a bulbous skull,
The better to house the abundant bulk
Of the brain that produces such miracles,
Fast forward a couple of million years,
And what’s filling the space between my ears
Is the sound of a thousand children’s tears
And that’s not even fucking satirical.
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