1. |
Fade Away
05:13
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Displayed across his chaise longue
Mater pater bicker down the hall
Puts his poison pen to wretched paper
His friends say he's got it all
Clips on his tie and Cheshire smile
The names are down, a list of the begones
Puts coffee cup on his desktop
And a cheap camera to his face
Hit the live switch he's ready
To begin his tirade
Let it all go and simply, simply, simply
Let it all go and simply
Fade away
Oh Master Antoine drawls out the brawl
Opportunity's pride before the fall
Slack-jaw disciples with camera-rifles
Stick around for a couple of bucks
He leads the way, all twinkle eyed
Them kids, they pay, what more can he say
Hits the streets for his 9-to-5
For whatever hits the money honey line by line
He flays passers-by with brays and cries
For his playground of tagalongs
This world's right there outside his window
With all his borders, rules, and lies
Myopic painting how the wind blows
Let it all go and simply, simply, simply
Fade away
This world's right there outside his window
With all his borders, rules, and lies
Myopic painting how the wind blows
Let it all go and simply, simply, simply
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
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2. |
A Decision
05:17
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Pride, they say, does come before the infallible
He gifts us all with those final trinkets invaluable
I saw his face, yearnful gaze, he warned me
At dawn, at rest, at peace, on his quest, his quest to make
A decision
His wish
A decision
His will
Haunted by the lurking race of futility
His drifting fades to chalk up a deafening soliloquy
I saw his face, black holed gaze, drift away
All helpless chase the endless space on his quest to make
A decision
His wish
A decision
His will
Like a dog strayed away to spend its final day
How long was he on his own
They grasp for the reason, was it hell, was it needless
Was our love not enough
A decision
His wish
A decision
His will
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3. |
Silicon Implants
04:17
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Nazis bad
Nazis bad
I got a Butt lift and Botox lips
Locked them eyes to electric fix
Watch me bleach my skin to that western thing
Lifting my eyes to that yardbird swing
And swigging Tom's gin to Princess Di while shooting kids down Brooklyn high
Aldous said you won't give a damn when they're burning books about Vietnam
Nazis bad
Nazis bad
She got Plato and NATO, worried about the fate of
Her quips, her kids, their social pics
Watching HIMARS and low bar arguments with rock stars
Puttin' the wrong foot in, sword fighting other kings
The heating mat for a bed of lies, a knocked off kettle for a banker's rise
Kafka rolls eyes at fascist rise, woke Jack tells factual lies
Nazis bad
Nazis bad
Nazis bad
Nazis bad
He got Finland and Poland, history's stolen
From Auschwitz to Tolstoy, wheeling in the old boys
Cancel comedy, as long as it don't bother me
Cancel reality, ope there goes sanity
Bunting for the mourn porn, gassing out the poor, fat cat claws blind eyes for the law
Rabia's voice is drowned by the noise; lost a hijab to find rehab?
Nazis bad
Nazis bad
They got sympathising haw-haws theorising science laws
Experts and deniers trickling down the shires
Nord stream pipelines, nanny state and gold mines
Health and safety, everything's racist
Between soy boys and silicon implants, you know it makes ol' Nietzsche sad
It's political correctness gone mad, these days you can't even say
Nazis bad
Nazis bad
Nazis bad
Nazis bad
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4. |
Unmasked
04:51
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Stretched back in a plastic chair
Puzzling at the blood-dim whiteboard markings
He was not there
Scores of spores, demands buzzing over
Tangentially away on deep, dark oceans
Never showed his face
Unmasked
Unmasked and yet outspoken
Normality is broken
My fable is a call
Unmasked
Unmasked and yet outspoken
Normality is broken
My fable is a call
Another chair but now by his choosing
Verbalised grievances; this virtuoso
Bourgeois divide
Safe and sound, this world is his oyster
Finds his feet, he's deplete of expectation
What's there to hide
This life of compare
A world unaware
He makes his way to another day
And finds a right to confide
In this reprise
Unmasked
Unmasked and yet outspoken
Normality is broken
My fable is a call
Unmasked
Unmasked and yet outspoken
Normality is broken
My fable is a call
Unmasked
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5. |
Birds Aren't Real
05:03
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As dawn breaks, he hears mechanical screeches
Of the so-called song of those wretched feathered creatures
And they buy it all with their suffocating smiles
It brings him down to be the only one who sees between the lines
Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth and hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
He daydreams by night, of mushroom clouds over decrepit towns
Brought on by societal maniacal collapse within
And overhead they swarm, those avian Bavarian eyes of war
To prey on the utmost insignificant of secrets
Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth and hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
As dawn breaks, he hears mechanical screechings
Of the so-called song of those wretched feathered creatures
And they buy it all with their suffocating smiles
It brings him down to be the only one who sees between the lines
Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth and hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
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Shaven Primates Oxford, UK
Shaven Primates are a 5-piece dark-wave, art-rock, post-punk band that seeks to push the boundaries of the genre. Our music is a narrative of human emotion and experience; fear, love and anger resonate through the orchestration, giving a deeply cathartic release ... more
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