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Pyrrhic Victory
06:27
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His greatest triumph is what led to his defeat
The world has watched his fall
Humiliation every hour, on repeat
The TV news reveals it all
The bitter truth unfolds and now he's close to tears
The fantasy he sold has long since disappeared
The stories that he told were full of lies and fears
But now he's not so bold; he knows his downfall's near
His stable genius is increasingly at sea
But he'll claim he chose to sink
Outmanoeuvred by a thing he cannot see
He cannot tell it what to think
He let it all get out of hand
Says he's in charge, but can't command
Now they all know that he's not up to the task
He missed his chance to succeed
When he revealed what there is behind the mask
'cause all there is, is greed
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Aftermath
04:44
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The party's over, at least for now
They knew it was stupid but they did it anyhow
Complete disaster, but they're calling it a win
Grabbing what they can before the jackals can move in
On the street and on TV
Masters of kleptocracy
Loudly crowing victory
despite the fact they lost
Brought up to be in command
None of them can understand
The line that we drew in the sand
is well and truly crossed
You bet I'm angry - you would be too
If you could see how those in charge just haven't got a clue
But they're all happy; they won't have to pay the price
Who cares if the country burns, their hedge fund's looking nice
The rich and powerful all share a single lie
Working hard was not the way they built their fortune by
I want to see a world in future that is fair
But that will only happen if the wealthy pay their share
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Hideout
04:01
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TV pundit, angry at the wrong apocalypse
It seems the end times he predicted took an unexpected twist
There's a reason that I'm nowhere to be seen
I understan exactly what those warnings mean
I've got a secret lair
And you can bet I'm staying there
You'd better think again if you think it's the end of days
The good news is the Earth continues to spin on its merry way
Despite the talking heads all saying things are bleak
Armageddon won't be happening this week
So put your plans in place for further down the line
When this is over, you'll be glad you spent the time
In my volcano, I'm as cool as I can be
A prime location to hide out from all of this insanity
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Oneiric Tulpas
07:25
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Your imagination
has more power than it seems
Creates realities inside your head
Pushes things to their extremes
Who's to say that your creations
will stay insude your mind's regime?
My oneiric tulpas
will manifest within your dreams
One moment please...
When the things that you are dreaming
are not entirely your own
and you can't puzzle out their meaning
or their significance alone
You may have conjured up my presence
if it's my company you seek
Before they dim in evanescence
My doppelgangers are unique
Conjured up from nothing
To nothing it returns
You might think that I'm bluffing
But you've got lots to learn
Calling up my double
With independent form
Might get you into trouble
Be ready for the storm
When this most shallow of depictions
Takes on existence of its own
It leaves the realms of science fiction
Becomes a thing of flesh and bone
And so remember if you see me
Walk down an unfamiliar street
It might be something else entirely
Who you are just about to meet
Please stand by...
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Virtually There
05:42
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Panic Stations
06:01
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Repeat your slogans as good citizens and true
Reactions all predicted, what you think is known
Never voice dissent or they'll be coming after you
How sad that you believe your thoughts are yours and yours alone
The next satanic panic, reds under the bed
Democracy is reeling from each hit and run
Don't need your approval, just a rising sense of dread
Consent is manufactured, paranoia's how it's done
If you think using propaganda here's absurd
You do not understand its role
In making sure our view of truth is ever blurred
Unquestioning obedience the goal
Take your place in the bewildered herd
That's how they keep you in control
Repeat the narrative 'til it becomes the truth
Pretend the fiction is the real
You can tell folk anything when they don't look for proof
You simply have to show them what to feel
Look at the story that they're selling
and as yourself, what does it lack?
Would it be more or less compelling
if you had access to the facts?
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Indeterminacy
05:46
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Right now it's been a week since I last heard your voice
The situation isn't one that I'd be in by choice
Not knowing what the future holds has brought me low
It seems like normal life took place a century ago
Is it really so outrageous asking people to be smart?
When no one knows who is contagious we have to stay six feet apart
Even though it breaks my heart
When people think they're healthy even when they're not
It's all to easy to give other people what they've got
Still others that I see believe the whole thing isn't true
They clearly don't know quite as much as they pretend they do
People only see the value in the things that go away
We tell ourselves that we know we will get them back someday
This time I'm not so sure that this will turn out to be true
The only thing I'm certain of is I am missing you
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All Hail The Chicken
06:19
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You found illuminati on the dark net
You want mysterious? Well, this is what you get
Now you're hearing voices in your headset
and seeing extra letters in the alphabet
Anticipating madness at the outset
Communication via ouija board and planchette
Have the drugs you've taken started kicking in yet?
Well, they're about to...
Now that you're enlightened,
Bavaria is always on the line
They've got a chicken in control
And the chicken's doing fine
You can't escape, don't try to change the subject
The chicken's work is always checked, and then it's rechecked
But you're at liberty to see yourself and inspect
an undertaking that is the closest thing to perfect
Now watch this presentation on the project
As you can see, there's nothing there for you to reject
Perhaps you thought this would be weirder than you expect?
Well, you were right to...
You must accept the chicken has become king
To face the future and the benefits that it brings
Can't you see there's going to be an upswing?
Reject the shackles of the past to which you now cling!
So what if we've become the chicken's plaything?
There's plenty time left for us all to have a last fling
Until it realises who is pulling its strings
And it's about to...
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Holding Pattern
06:21
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I guess I'm in the stack:
circling, and waiting to land
Too late for turning back
Trust my controller has got the slot I need in hand
We might have taken flight
But there's a point we reach
When we must come back down
Have the runway in my sight, but fuel's running low
I want to land this kite
But I've one more circuit to go round
Then I'll turn on my landing lights
And I'll be good to go
The things we think we need
Don't always arrive when we need them
Down to BINGO fuel and speed
We'll only survive if we heed them
Glideslope lined up on the dot
Feels like I've sat up here for years
Just making do with what I've got
Coming back to Earth before it disappears
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10. |
Shingle Froe
04:48
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Chris Harris Bristol, UK
I'm still trying to get the music I record to sound like the version I can hear in my head. To do this I've ended up playing every instrument I can get my hands on. These days, I'm closer to "That Sound" than I used to be, but the journey continues.
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