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I got a postcard from an old school friend
Contemplating life and how it would end
You hit thirty and now you're falling apart
You said "when I get older will I grow colder?"
You stopped living for the weekend
Burnt down the office never seen again
Tell me, is there a life for which I can cope?
Before the grave I wanna feel alive from nine to five
It drags me under
I wanna throw it over
"Ah come on man, we're honestly your friend"
Yeah right, we don't need it
The world turned but I didn't move
You said you saw through it all
Through the hippy shit, well I don't believe it
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Lung Capacity
02:40
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This is temporary, my lung capacity
Burning through the night pick me up off the floor
Hey, tell me, there's nine times to die I'm an overexposed x-ray
With nothing inside, tell no lies
Again, yeah I'm walking the line
Nothing is gained if nothing's tried
But what if I surrender to my mind?
I've been smoking, hands shaking
Of course I've been drinking
Eyes burn in the light
Up all night
Your fleeting heart, is playing on my mind
We're seconding guessing, we could wave it all goodbye
Your fleeting heart, is playing on my mind
But I'll keep smiling, nothing matters at all this time
Nothing's gained if nothing's tried
The line between here and hell is fine
And if the wolf keeps on walking
I'll leave but keep on the light all night
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Astroturf
03:52
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Small Talk Champion
02:47
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I’m forcing out a smile in the morning
I think you’re gonna win the small talk crown
Please excuse my mind on the ceiling
It tried to get away from this sinking ship
Swim back to the shore and show up at 5 am
To read your book on symmetry and smoke
Yeah, he’s forcing out a smile
No longer wears a crown
The future’s sinking and clarity is praying
She can make him stay away
From this sinking ship
Give it away, it’s all the same
If I could stop, why stop today?
It’s all the same
If I could stop, I’d stop today
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A Literal Century
03:52
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A literal century tumbled and poured out into the air
I sat and watched as the words fell into oblivion
Some falling lightly and with grace, others, fast and heavy
An identity and personal history becomes buried in the rubble
Sentimental but never ready
Words now catalogued underground
Or pulped and rearranged to make a new story
Spoken voices:
Extract from “Tomorrow, At Dawn” by Victor Marie Hugo
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Hell, Now
05:10
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Lead us here, and then watch us fall
But you’re no more the centre of it all
So you’re asking for redemption
What’s left for us now?
You burnt the kingdom down
Cut the lights, steal the crown
Feel the darkness fall
All. Hell. All. Now
And bite your tongue
And taste the blood
Tell us who you are
Tell us what you saw
When you looked in the mirror
And all I can think about
Are, our bones buried underground
With our dreams in the dirt
Our future all lost
And a world that exists without us
We’re a moment, we will fade
So tell me we’ll fun
With love for everyone
Before we’re dead and gone
Before we leave, before we disappear
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The Dissonant Four
02:50
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You got lost with nowhere to go
You don’t know but your love has gone
You’re too slow to act upon
And there’s piss in my shoe from the night before
And there’s a man in black with his wolves at the door
In between these empty bottles and boxes
These walls never felt like home
A child prodigy dead at 35 and 28 your trust is all gone
Curse the dj for playing the same songs
Join the crowd with pissing the night away
Because we’ve had enough and we’re asking for change
And there’s birds in the attic
And there’s ghosts in the basement
The warm light in between, is where you sit and decide
To leave it all behind
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Shine On
03:01
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I found my perfect smile, I told the perfect joke
I work the perfect job, spun the perfect lie
To destroy myself
I spoke the loudest in the room, I’m the smartest don’t assume
I shed the biggest tear, preyed on your biggest fears
I’ve got the perfect credit score, a new car that I adore
But I’m nothing without my better half
Bite sized distorted lies, commit social suicide
I’m falling asleep on Elm street, with redrum written on the sheets
Go on, prove it
You’re acting cool, I don’t get it
It’s not just, move it or lose it
You’ve just gotta be you
I wish you could be happy
Collide in time, truth is in decline
Everything’s outgrown, cast into unknown
Destroy myself, and my perfect smile
And my perfect lie
Destroy me
Shine on
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Callous
04:14
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Lets describe each other now
You’ll be you and I’ll be your Satan
Opinions keep on spewing out
Did you ever think you’d be what you hate?
Cross the line you create
And we’re lost in the crowd, and I’m thinking out loud
Shout it out. Shout it loud
Well, I think this sentiment is invisible
Your self-diagnosed shit unforgiveable
Take a look at me, I’m not the weasel you seek
So good luck with your self-inflicted misery
And out on the line the present feels fine
I want this to be the last time
Hit the ground, lie deep in the weeds
A face in the crowd, yeah I’m restless now
Silence never felt so sweet
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Who's Who
02:14
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Tired eyes like an insomniac
Disconnect with the way we move
And who’s part of who?
Is this real empathy or unknown energy
I’ll stand and shake my head
When the world looks like an oil spill
through the eyes of a dragonfly
the strawberry fields forever are going on without an end
Shake my head
Who’s part of who?
Give me something real outside my head
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Circadian Rhythms
03:22
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Wanna know what you’re thinking of
What have you been scheming up
Sharp dressed with a business flaw
Don’t worry I’ll get the door
Living life as a formula, like it when I see you
Look out the wall’s ready to fall
They’re out, out for us all
Need a kick because I’m feeling sick
Gimmie gimmie something, make it quick
The tick tock of your body clock
Cure me, electric shock
Head for the boarder, it’s not just me
Does anybody else feel like living ain’t easy?
So call me if you’re really living the dream
Manic disorder, it’s getting louder
Dodge the bourgeois with the sleaze and the power
So tell me, are we really living the dream?
Running. Running. Get out. Get out
Running. Running. Lights out. Lights out
Running. Running. Running out
Maybe I’ll sleep well with the lights out on my doubt
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Ungakhali
04:27
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Lay before oblivion, time caught up and I forgot how to run
So I’m falling to hell
These changes come and I don’t feel fine
It’s a new year but I always feel like I’ve been here before
Now we’re lost in the dark
Give us some more misdirection to hide our heavy hearts
There’s no one at the wheel, resilience too weak to heal
Take my hand, sweetly laugh aloud
And how about them lions can you hear them roar
Through the dark clouds up over head? They carry you back to your bed
Listen to our favourite songs, we could dance all night to the cowboy song
Get high to crimson and clover, over and over, roll me over
I’m walking over. Yeah, roll me over again
I’m morning a life that I never had
Slipped on the ice. The days we never had
Let the waves wash the goosebumps from our skin
And wipe the tears from our eyes, from how it used to have been
I didn’t mean to go and fall apart, I didn’t mean to go and break your heart
Sick of speaking in tongues and now I can’t go back
Spilt my mind open, I’ll be the boy in black
These roads are unknown now that we are not the same
Please don’t leave me here, I might not be coming back
Now that we are not the same
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HOT MASS Swansea, UK
Hailing from Swansea, UK, Hot Mass take their eclectic taste in music and throw it all into the melting pot to create some
melodic, grunge fuelled, indie popping, jaw dropping, punk bangers awash with defiant upbeat lyricism.
They released their debut record ‘Nervous Tensions’ in 2016, a record filled to the brim with raw energy and young ideas.
They are now back with their sophmore full length
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