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A Fall Down
04:18
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A Fall Down
Look I did hope a token goal
Sort of fell for a fairy tale
Felt soft in my coat
Was a lord of the go now
And vanity’s shadows of regress
Like a perfume sprayed on to impress
Fills me up with its scent
Of a go now
Oh leave it alone
Hang out for a count now
Bye bye soldier
I bought you out
Here's loads now
'Cause cheers I get is now it's true
Played real hard in uniform
Running up to join the queue
Of a fall down
Had love up my sleeve
Would have thrived in a Gulag
Reasons all but gone
Seemed to dance for the chance then
And vanity’s shadows of regress
Like a perfume sprayed on to impress
Fills me up with its scent
Of a go now
Oh leave it alone
Hang out for a count now
Bye bye soldier
I bought you out
Here's loads now
'Cause cheers I get is now it's true
Played real hard in uniform
Running up to join the queue
Of a fall down
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Come Rage in The Maddening City
Come rage in the maddening City
In nightly brawls oozing uncomfortable
Belching torsos flexing thinly clad
All grime down there
Breakdown
Come rage in the maddening City
Aching throngs pound that old route
To fuck like a horse
A savage brevity
While the dark music comes over strong
And the night holds course for a perfect slam nation
Come rage in the maddening City
Come rage in the maddening City
You hair raised one laying there in a bloody mess
Still duly impressed
I was that idget like you are now
I did it for attention
But deep down we are all like little tin soldiers
Stiff back and a neck full of shoulders
Come rage in the maddening City
Come rage in the maddening City
Come rage in the maddening City
In nightly brawls oozing uncomfortable
Belching torsos flexing thinly clad
All grime down there
Breakdown
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The Glory Of The State
Wait stay people
Door Jamming people
Who wait around
In hopefulness like the way they dress
Got their tickets
A numbered fate
Wait
And Poster people
upon the wall
Who look like us
With smiling faces
That motivate
To get a job
It's about their number
More than their face
We went up in the world today
Helped by sleight of hand
But did the world
Just go up on us
Behind our backs
We'll never know
The call of the nation has exploitation
In hit and run
There was never a contract
Just a clever mind shame
Hidden in the act
With tiny steps
You can dance around
In the crowd
But keep your coat
'Cause the music just
Played out
And there's no space
Please move on
To raise a glass to the giving ones
Who work all hours
For a petty sum
For charity
Is to miss the point
It's just for the glory of the state
It's for the glory of the state
The call of the nation has exploitation
In hit and run
There was never a contract
Just a clever mind shame
Hidden in the act
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The Feelings Just The Same
I've got my touch
You’ve got your fame
The feelings just the same
Never a word we gotta say
We just turn and walk away
Oh why
When we're all
Gonna die
Oh Christ
Come let's sit down
By our sides
We're here at this time
It's some sort of fate
Let's reconcile
Before it's too late
Look at the gap
And feel the pain
It's mental and insane
Oh why
When we're all
Gonna die
Oh Christ
Come let's sit down
By our sides
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5. |
Parasite
03:54
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Parasite
Parasite
Parasite a-calling
A brave new dawning
Parasite a-calling as the savage takes the fold
Bearing gifts as you promise to go home
You cold brute you took her to the shore
You spun her yarns
Then you took her
To work condemned
you scorch some piece of mind
In starch white suits
You beat them into line
Your sword a-sharpened by
God’s only hand
Entitled sons you lay
Barren their land
Happy now with your flag
Parasite a-calling a glinting in the sun
Take your seat
While daggers are cooked up
Civilise with coldness in your eyes
Go build your empire
It may take a few to die
Your sword a-sharpened by
God’s only hand
Entitled sons you lay
Barren their lands
Happy now with your flag
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6. |
Martha Ray
03:53
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Martha Ray
I know you went be the name of Martha Ray
Hidden pretty so as no bomb would explode
In the barking night
There's a howl on the lull
As the light fades fast
On all that you know
You have that look and the world get on its knees
A Cleopatra look
A not out to please look
But a crazed stare is always coming downstairs
Has no mercy
Comes from nowhere
His sudden cry came upon your pretty eyes
With pistols primed for the show
He couldn't say why
Except you'll never leave his side
Taking the ride
There she goes
There she goes
And all the stories read ready on the sofa
Of how we drive knives through her
killing her culture
Are tragic turn-arounds of something well kept
Those feeling forces are put out to rest
You met in shadows hidden from view
Sung and danced in big empty rooms
Queued behind him like he told you to
Your patience a wonder they can't take that from you
His sudden cry came upon your pretty eyes
With pistols primed for the show
He couldn't say why
Except you'll never leave his side
Taking the ride
There she goes
There she goes
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7. |
Private Jokes
03:34
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Private Jokes
All of my instincts say it is rigid
Moving addictions behold a witness
Exhausting fixations
Nagging persistence
Believe everything it wants
And everything you read
You always on your mind
Listening to it
So go Dissolve
Goodbye old soul
I miss your so
Private jokes
I can know
Oh oh oh oh
Method or madness
Happy or sadness
Contorted emotions
Convey the notions
All of my instincts
Say I have business
Believe everything it wants
And everything you read
You always on your mind
Listening to it
So go Dissolve
Goodbye old soul
I miss your so
Private jokes
I can know
Oh oh oh oh
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Golden Dark Berlin, Germany
Golden Dark - David J. Hull (vocals/guitar), Elo Masing (violin/piano/vocals) - are building bridges between classical contemporary/experimental music, poetry and songwriting. Their music blends the familiar with the unfamiliar.
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