1. |
Red Brigades
04:52
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down in the shade by the river
struck backs glistening orange
watch the strings float them into
concrete trees and barbed wire
i can feel it in my shoulders falling
found a dead body by the train tracks
the twist of a pistol towards my chest
gleaming christ, forced to a cross
before i heard anything
see the signs turn to plastic cash
before i was told what it was
the walls falling into cracked tarmac place
but the shotgun looms from the window
how do i listen and fight
you jab for the ears in cinder blocks
none of this will last, none of this will last
the smile before the storm
thunder a step on melting tarmac
quake on the waves, but i keep going
you can’t even solve a murder
lurking militant in purple shadow
you’ll never catch me, death is gunfight
hidden in cooled dark hills
the closest i’ll get to peace
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2. |
Pisschrist
09:47
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track marks swallowed by shut palm tree
street light dripping chloric bubbles
to a diseased needle gripped by the throat
running out of inmates to fight its fires
you can’t see me, dancing in a maze
bring me a flag, hell normalised
eye an assault rifle, grant us your love
look at me and die
i sleep under knifed blankets
clean the wounds crude, choked seal
bleakened turned a home
shut up fatalistic, bare your back
looked at death and started dancing
get the fuck off my case, fuck you
i’ll have my hair as long as i want
i’ll speak exactly how i like
they’re cutting the lights on me
no phone, don’t use it anyway
helicopter vulture, just keep running
terror swings from the door hinges
i am whatever, bleeding
degenerate purifying fire
fuck it all, fuck it all i will
look at this fucking pisschrist
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3. |
Means to an End
06:09
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i killed my idols in 17
never felt so free
couldn’t get on top
piles of words beneath me
the nicest robot ever lived
was never any use
but He met a girl
and broke a fuse
burning your tongue means getting older
once in a while,
when you feel a need to tell her
hit my head on the table going down
on a vicious red flag
steep menthol slopes to town
i’m staring at depictions of exotic fruit
burning your tongue means getting older
once in a while
when you feel a need to tell her
getting out here if you like it or not
hit where the drum skin’s hot
this is lyrical,
death is a miracle
no rich man’s free,
grave’s camaraderie
biting your tongue means meeting those whose smiles
line up like FBI files
biting your tongue is a metaphor for when
there’s no discernible means to an end
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4. |
South London in the Rain
05:11
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a writer’s holiday, all limbs leaden
you write itself down, blinded
the dogs, the sirens howl but don’t bite
slowly the organs shut down
you’re lazy and you know it
crippled humid, suspended animation
stumble a street in hope, they’re in bubbles
they hand out leaflets, you laugh and walk past
spread in fright, there’s no one there
the night dubbed up to the eyeballs
the chair kicks itself, swings from the light
you saw it come, and you watched it die
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5. |
Flick Knife
04:57
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they said that nothing mattered
we lie, he bleeds in the street
we polish one coin in a pocket
the dye rubs out, the clouds a lock
so-called relegation battle
bring your bottles and bats
music the clank of ships
itching, watch through the fog
(chorus)
sing to me
and i’ll forget it all
inter-city, gleaming sodium web
my face flooded in the dark
as a child spying the street
just talk to yourself, it’s easier
sickening mayhem in my eyes
bring me holy immolation
innocent terror in four walls
what is it when the truth’s a lie
(chorus)
i see the walls close up bleeding
still you can’t touch me
slow float on a tidal wave
watching the silence of seagulls
i hate you and i want you to die
at least that’s the morning sorted
running the clock down, easy
we just melt away into the crowd
(chorus)
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6. |
2Pac & Caravaggio
03:40
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plastic crucifix virgin dribbled
up and down the road as pilgrimage
a bell tolls up on the next hill
floating as stained white sheets
we used to run in circles in the sunshine
gleamed as sacrifice, hidden whining
slumbered in the forest of the true cross
my feet cracked as the plains i can’t see clearly
(chorus)
and i fall victim to myself
the same warped palm tree chorus
collapse from light to shadow, sliding
from pole to pole, in and out the wound
there are no opposites just angles
take what you saw, lie to yourself
it’s just natural, just a reflection
slow spoiling in vicious heat
nude and mutilated i see as weathered palm
i fear nothing, the back roads sleep hazy
i glimpsed horror in his eyes, his words
echoing in cast off lakes of a midnight vigil
hold them back, just hold them back
i watch the cars swing in the dark
as murals sprayed on the wall turn purple
closest that i can get, dusting for prints
lord knows i tried, i lie in vice
i am the snake in slow swollen stars
my neck choked reluctant
turn the light off, the window shows me
i am blind, but i’ve seen his ashes
floating on a worn down breeze
in every silent minute, i walk dead
as he sings, until the end of time
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7. |
Quietism
05:31
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(instrumental)
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Red Rosa London, UK
A post-punk band from South London.
Thomas Whittaker
Ben Tudor
Edward Wilson
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