1. |
Set Me Free Again
04:13
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SET ME FREE AGAIN
Is this the easiest - It’s gonna be?
There's too much for you - And there's nothing for me!
Force-fed the fatties - To starve out the poor
Give nothing back - Pretend less is more
But there’s too many chiefs
And not enough braves
This system we call life
Is just designed to make us slaves
You can set me free again
Set me free again
Set me free again
I know you so well - That you could be me
And if I had a thought - Then I know where you’ll be
Domestic harmony strikes a wrong, long chord
And I know you're happy 'cause I'm so bored
But there’s too many chefs
And not enough plates
We are all entombed together
And I must try to escape
Set me free
ln this world of pain and suffering
Injustice and Inequality
Do we lose sight of what will be?
Please set me free ... Release me
I have won - Your battle is lost
And I’ll leave you crying - To count up the cost
The tunnel’s-end light is blinding me
Please set me free, release me
But there’s too much pleasure
And not enough pain
This life is always lacking
Why do I put myself through it again?
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2. |
HMS Disaster
03:16
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H.M.S. DISASTER
Who-oh!
Cos I name this ship H.M.S. DISASTER
H.M.S. DISASTER, H.M.S. DISASTER
I name this ship H.M.S. DISASTER
H.M.S. DISASTER, H.M.S. DISASTER
Here we go again
In the wash we’ll swim
No room to do your thing
And the captain in blue
Well, he told us we're alright
Gave us pittance pay
Fooled us we're on course
But the bos'un was blind
Who-oh!
Cos I name this ship H.M.S. DISASTER
H.M.S. DISASTER, H.M.S. DISASTER
I name this ship H.M.S. DISASTER
H.M.S. DISASTER, H.M.S. DISASTER
Hull, it sprang a leak
Water in the bread
“A mutiny!” cried Clive
"Freedom for all"
Swiftly walking planks
The captain takes the plunge
No land in sight
And we're sinking down fast
Oh my golly!
And there's a
MUTINY la-la-la-la
MUTINY la-la-la-la
MUTINY la-la-la-la
MUTINY la-la-la-la
And there's a
MUTINY la-la-la-la
MUTINY la-la-la-la
MUTINY la-la-la-la
MUTINY la-la-la-la
I name this ship, I name this ship
I name this ship, I name this ship
I name this ship, I name this ship
I name this ship: H.M.S. DISASTER
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3. |
Sleep
02:50
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SLEEP
So you rest a little while
In a slumber, sloven-style
You're always tired; you're spent and gone
All washed-up and ready to drop
On a closed-eye decree
To pass these hours once more for free
But for me you'd be there still
In that sweet place, Sleepsville
Sleep, sleep
Your personality’s like a book I’ve read
Sleep, sleep
Cause you’ve got nothing better to do instead
And with these moments that you steal
Because these dreams you must feel
Dozing in an inactive state
Just lie down and vegetate
So you tried to fight the weight
That your tired eyelids make
So once more upwards to retire
To take your ease is your desire
Sleepy head, sleepy head
So on that bed that you have laid
To put reality on fade
So once more you hibernate
Exhausted, spent – you’re always tired
So to forty winks we find
Close your eyes to be blind
‘Cause now you think that God is you
Where all things they CAN be true!
Sleepy head, sleepy head
Wakey-wakey!
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4. |
Scream And Shout
03:05
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SCREAM AND SHOUT
I can scream and shout ‘til I’m blue in the face
But there’s nothing left just empty space
If I've walked these streets 100 times
Then it’s 90 times too many
Do I really need a change of scenery?
Or is there something holding, keeping me?
They say familiarity breeds contempt
But this urban wallpaper's aflame
Is it the people or the places that I love?
That keeps me here when I should run
You can never turn your back on the past
It might be a regret you’ll never lose
Be careful where you throw that salt
The memory-ghost may be watching you
I can scream - but no one’s listening
I can shout – but it’s meaningless
But I'm too much my own man
And I don’t care what you've done
I’ll piss on you if you’re on fire
Turn up my nose if you ever spoke
Out of place – that’s what my mind is
In my shell, I’ll...
If I ever turn into someone else
Please check me into place - I wanna look back
You can’t progress ahead of yourself
Destiny can only take so much of being
Stamped on, trampled down - Keep the things you love
In perpetual liberty.
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5. |
Suffer
04:55
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SUFFER
So we suffer. So we suffer ...
Desensitized by their lies
Bombarded bluntly by their cries
The atrocities
These masters of their minions call
From their power-office tall
Cause to regulate
You know it's great to be alive
Even better if you're living
Burdens flung that break the back
In the grim hope that it's worth it
What did we do to ever suffer?
They're replacing the reality with absurd terminology
Got their interests at heart
Reams and reams of filthy dealings,
Self-justified, believing that they know best
Look at that greedy man
Smarming on the television
Telling us it's good for you
And it fills an empty belly
What did we do to ever suffer?
These fools, these liars
These tricksters and thieves
They've duped, gulled and deceived us all
These swindlers, bigots, hoodlums in grey suits
They've duped us all
And they'll feed you to the dogs
So we suffer for their art
And it's been like this from the start
They put a shotgun to your heart
And they make sure you play your part
So we suffer for their art
And it's been like this from the start
So we suffer, so we suffer
Monsters of hypocrisy, swanking in obscenity
They drag us down
An effervescent stream of bullshit
Monumental falsehoods to install obedience
You know fact is always more absurd than fiction
Democracy - there's a joke
Every five years in the waiting
What did we do to ever suffer?
And it goes on and on and on …
These fools, these liars, these tricksters and thieves
They've duped, gulled and deceived us all
They'll put a shotgun to your heart
And it's been like this from the start
As we suffer for THEIR art
And they make sure you play your part
And it goes: on and on and on
It goes on and on and on … {like this song!}
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6. |
No Way
03:53
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Look on the Forever EP for the wordage
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7. |
Forever
04:00
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Look on the Forever EP for the wordage
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8. |
Granny
04:24
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GRANNY
Granny!
Things elapse and run their course
You've had your day and now it's past
Where did all the cooking go?
The endless knitting patterns?
Your eyes are absent where once they were mighty
But she wanted to go home
Where did all the shopping go?
The endless supermarket shuffles?
Your hands are shaky where once they were steady
But she wanted to go home
But she didn't know where that's supposed to be
But she wanted to go home
Her face wore the scars of household upkeep
And from your God you expected something
You worked so hard to die for nothing
Cast off, written off, sent to scrap
She grows old and fades and withers
A second childhood now she suffers
There was a dutiful mother
The constant stream of ironing and washing
Her face wore the scars of years of household upkeep
But she wanted to go home
Where once you were so skilful
Now you are just clumsy and awkward
And where there was vigour
Now there is only weakness
But she wanted to go home
But she didn't know where that's supposed to be
But she wanted to go home
Her face wore the scars of household upkeep
You worked so hard to die for nothing
And from your God you expected something
Cast off, written off, sent to scrap
ISOLATION KILLS
But she wanted to go home
But she didn't know where that's supposed to be
But she wanted to go home
She goes from good, to bad, to worse
Where is the girl who once played freely?
Did you believe in all you worked for?
Time, so surely, takes its toll
To work so hard to die for nothing
Cast off, written off, sent to scrap …
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9. |
Organic Jihad
03:16
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ORGANIC JIHAD
Technology has always been the master
But still we want new shapes
Suckers for paraphernalia
But we're all still apes
Martyrs to style and convention
No deviance from this form and action
They say, 'Fight the war, fight the war
It’s the natural progression'
On the Organic Jihad
Calling
On the Organic Jihad
Enforce a dominant pattern
Tyrants to self-satisfaction
Trusters in benevolent dictation
Crusaders in their own high opinion
In pleasure palaces invented
Where at things can be expected
They say, 'Fight the war, fight the war
It’s the natural progression'
Rising up now...
Persistence in forced assemblage
Exalting in useless forms
Harmonise all things in proportion
Push on to disarray
Calling all mercenary whores
To uphold the arrogant law
They say, 'Fight the war, fight the war
It's the natural progression'
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10. |
Beating 'Round The Bush
04:30
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BEATING 'ROUND THE BUSH
What makes us want to talk
Yet make no sense?
Why do we have to put up with Society’s pretence?
Here we go again - beating 'round the bush
Just let me show you - you're living a crime
Here we go again - beating 'round the bush
Just let me show you - what's on my mind
Our desires are based on statistical mires
Passionate thoughts resigned to tired old melodies
The old recycled backing track
The symphony of life begins anew
Come and feel the pain – beating 'round the bush
Just let me show you - you're living a crime
Come and feel the pain - beating 'round the bush
Just let me show you - what's on my mind
My pain - I'm happy
Can we really understand?
Is there meaning to our insignificance?
All the unconscious lies - thoughts about myself
Does it always have to mean me?
Come and feel the pain ...
My pain - I'm happy
So what is on your mind?
You're beating 'round the bush again
So what is on your mind?
You can come and feel the pain
Can you say it's planned?
Or do you believe in coincidence?
All those wasted times – squandered by myself
But this time it will not be!
Never more again - beating 'round the bush
This time I'll show you - what's on my mind ...
My pain - I'm happy ...
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11. |
Tacky
05:13
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TACKY
Tacky!
Well, look on now - Don't you see this mess?
We're problem erecting, problem creating
It’s a crazy world - Where there's no escape
From an endless stream of trivial factors
Its...
TACKY: so that’s what you want
HAPPY: to keep your mouth in motion
TACKY: your words – full of air
So science provides - The perfect design
To rational thought, to which we are bought
Elementary rules - That are never learned
Two steps forward, twenty steps back!
I can’t take this tackiness no more
I can’t take this tackiness no more
Hop aboard - Joining paper chains
With empty words and hollow projections
So all embrace - With an acceptable face
With postcard perceptions - Without an exception
And open the sluice - To this self-abuse
Spouting useless statistics - pointless logistics
It's a crazy world - Where there's no escape
From an endless stream of trivial factors
It’s a trivia ATTACK!
So relative peace - Belies perpetual storm
In this ordered chaos, which they never tell us
Filling every second – with banalities
Like, “Hope that the weather clears up for the better”
Well, sectioned off - Into perfect squares
You put things in order - just as you're taught
The further we travel - The less we unravel
Still we go faster - no brakes can we muster
It’s a trivia attack!!
It’s a trivia ATTACK!!!!
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Herb Garden Bristol, UK
Welcome to the Herb Garden campsite. We will share lots of frenzied frolics and scrumpy-ous sonics with you here. Check out
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We've remastered 1989's Eponymous EP, often known as 'Bulldozer Jones', and all the tracks that led to Warner's DNA mini-LP. We've loads to reveal!
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