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The Tremors
05:19
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Right at the epicentre
There is poorly handwritten letter
In an ancient foreign tongue
Climb in the mouth and burn the roof
I’m the undead, I’m living proof
And everyone's calling shotgun
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A bed south of the river
The only move we make is a shiver
When the street lights all go out
In candlelight and candledark
With barely anything but sparks
And the tremors of self-doubt
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And in all the places that we’ve been
Through the fat, the thick, the thin
Right there, underneath the skin
Like a parasitic twin
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Up in the north and east
You can find a bit of peace
Pulling colours from an ocean of offcuts
But in the wild west,
you’re an iron lung
catching its breath
Just enough to spill your guts
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Once in a while, we’ll stop making fists
Place two shaking fingertips over the wrist
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Once in a while, stop making fists
Placing two fingertips over the wrist
Cause sometime ago it stopped making sense
To sit on your tail or sit on the fence
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They Live, Laugh, Love
03:20
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It looks like a full-time job
With a shift that never ends
A failing agency
Advertising yourself to your own friends
But no-one wants to buy into your brand
Cos everybody runs their own lemonade stand
And no matter how much sugar they add in
You still can taste the concentrate
You still can taste the acetate
Monosodium glutamate
And saccharine
You could be the salt of the earth
Bitter-sweet, or sourpuss
Even the fastest self-esteem engine
Won’t turn down a little push
But no-one wants to be caught, cowering
Caught in the crosshairs of that targeted marketing
Cause even though they let you in
To that nightclub in Berlin
It looks like a fulltime job
Makes you wonder who it’s for
Your jeans say '1993'
But this shit says '84'
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Poltergeist
04:02
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Halloween 2016
Food colouring and gelatine
Found your thrill on Capitol Hill
Homeschooled in Amityville
The Hemingway of paper maché
Those saints preserve us inside
A melting pot of formaldehyde
Like spiked wine at a communion
Or a Manson Family reunion
A loving gaze to the abyss
It'll move you like telekinesis
Now they’re on television
No interference this time
Just the white noise coming off their white pride
They’re coming out
Of the goddamn walls
Dogwhistling
Underneath the cat calls
Like spiked wine at a communion
Or a Manson Family reunion
It’ll move you like a poltergeist
Like a Piers Morgan opinion piece
Or a Harvey Weinstein press release
It’ll move you like a poltergeist
What we need is more businessmen
To make dystopia great again
It’ll move you like a poltergeist
Took us too much time to evolve
To sit back and watch our spines dissolve
It’ll move you like a poltergeist
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Andrew Floss London, UK
"It's a graveyard smash"
- Matt Hutson, comedian and fleece-owner
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