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The Beginning Is Nigh
02:29
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let the storm commence/ start the descent/
venom from the creator/ mother nature takes her revenge/
I don't trust her man/ something in the air's intense/
say a prayer for despair and prepare to be cleansed/
steel bars on parks can't stop what's contained within/
trees start to march/ escaping when they break the fence/
CONCRETE JUNGLE/ vegetation takes it's place again/
whomping willows wielding wood as weapons/ when
monkeys get ape shit/ shit gets dangerous/
spiders weave sacred webs across the sky to lay their eggs/
there's bats in the parish halls/ rats in filtration vents/
birds dive and prise eyes from the laying dead/
ITS THE DECIVILISE CIRCUS/ here's the main event/
mankind getting rammed aside by trained elephants/
a civil world war III that fickle fate intends/
animals gone radical evicting human aliens/
a moment in time you'll see/ is all your reign will ever be/
surrender to our revelry/ this is your penalty/ I'm wild and I'm free/
so what now for the homo-sapiens?
they gathered in gangs/ the city split in severance/
hear the reverends/ smearing wasted breath/ screaming
this is heaven sent! even as their faith has left/
food is scarce/ and there's a violence that starvation lends/
skirmishes in superstores til every isle is painted red/
so when they lay their heads/ hope to see day again/
they feel unsafe in bed/ battle battered craniums/
so on the frail web/ humanity's a fraying thread/
before long the only beggars left are veterans/ they
flee to forests/ wait for the hate to end/
crawl into cave crevices/ make forsaken dens/
cos there's no paying rent/ when they stay in tents/
sadly in the anarchy their sanity's the main expense/
so can we make it then? too late to make amends/
when all that's left is tribes of cavemen not making sense.
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Nomadic Rhapsody
03:41
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ach/ i've never looked so glad/
fucked up at the party where the nomads go bad/
grinning like their filling up with prozac/ we know that/
we don't need a programme/ we go with the flow man/
feel that bass? (so fat)/ wobbling/
fidgeting and ginerly jiggling your gonads/
go dance! the music's relentless/
stellar/ momentous/ splendid/ tremendous/
endless synonyms for the stupendous/
lifting your smiles like facial suspendors/ we
learned this urge from the birds and the bees/
it's an earthy burst of the surge of the free/
so put your souls on the soles of your feet/
plod like a squad of gods stomping/ holding the beat/
vagrants we've roamed/ it's time to come home/
ederlezi/ stagger down the drop/
animals wild gods/ rise and tumble with the moon/
calling all nomads/ in the party mood/
let us gather and dine on some hearty food/
tonights main course is some nasty tunes/
our wine list the finest larger dude/
just ignore the doorman he's a ripping prude/
saying/ mate you look like you've been sniffing glue/ well
i guess the mushrooms have my head unscrewed/
but let me describe my trip to you/ it's my
favourite fantasy of manic beats and anarchy/
profanity and frantic feet/ it's, straight up philanthropy/
fiddling with the galaxy's realities ecstatically/
scribbling on the faculty of gravity to gyrate/
explore humanity's majesty organically/
weave a tapestry of family with five mates/
ignore rationality/ explore your insanity/
or score a bag of E and swing around like a primate/ mate/
help/ i'm stumbling, tumbling down/
got my eyes to the sky and my ears to the ground/
you know i'm a slave to the sound/ and the
beats to which i'm bound/
i'm hysterical/ illegible/ think i'm unrepairable/
quite like a mic i'm omnidirectional/
it's chemical/ come on over to the spectacle/
soon you'll be obsessional/
'please could all passengers keep arms and legs
dangerously swinging from side to side'/
roll up for the ride/
of your life/
i think that it's that time/
for dancing/ enchanting the night in wine/
it's fine/ we'll just keep spilling time/
cos you know this beat's sublime/
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3. |
Captain's Orders
01:56
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VOODOO/VOODOO/VOODOO/VOODOO
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Young Lions
03:04
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young lions/
gather with your brothers in the cave light/
utter your true colours to the flame/ like
planning an escape from your ribcage/ I
want to see you shed your skin/
meet the creatures that tread within/
show me bone embedded sin/
dismantle the tangle of human limbs/
pull back individuals/
we're doing this my way where primates rule/
for the jaws and claws of the physical/
cast off the mask of the fictional/
get jungli for crooked gods/
time to recall what we forgot/
aboriginal principles/
be barbarian faeries and pixie souls/
so if it/ feels good then/ fuck it, do/
lose it to this rupture tune/ and if you/
want to be struck by a punch of truth/
then puncture the moon and suck the juice/
let the carnage leak/ little carnal beast/
to herald the feral is up to you/
so bust a move/ in your dusty shoes/
you animal/
you can be what you want/ but you can't be/
a bird in the sky when you want to be/
if you take life so seriously/ wolf spirited?
go ahead/ go find yourself a ledge/
howl to the moon bow down to the evidence/
run with your energy/ you know how it has to be/
i have tried to be alive/ in these streets of mine/ but
worlds are too far apart for concrete jungles to survive/ I'm
stuck in this state of mine/
i'm disinclined/ to draw behind
the notion/ of the unconfined/
for claw and finger to align/
young lions/
gather with your brothers in the cave light/
utter your true colours to the flame/ like/
planning an escape from your ribcage/ I
want to see you shed your skin/
meet the creatures that tread within/
show me bone embedded sin/
dismantle the tangle of human limbs/
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Voodoo Goggles
02:12
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you hear them before you see them/
displayed in the queue/
leant on steel bar barriers/
that are feeding them through/
to the door/ where the bouncer barks/
with eyes like pistols/
the people push past in chants/
squawks and wolf whistles/
to buy drinks at the watering hole/
which they down in jungle fever/
there's a petting zoo for heavy petting/
in front of the speaker/
next to the vanity fair mares/
taking selfies on their cameras/
equine queens/
in diamond bridled glamour/
see the vulture guys to the side/
spying, with sly eyes/
flicking to chicken breast/
ruffling feathers on hen nights/
there's a shoal of salmon in the
same clothes/ mumbling yolo/
they don't know that only dead fish/
go with the flow/
there's even a gaggle of geese/
gurning turning their beaks/
snakes on cocaine/ little rats on speed/
and in the corner/
a swan doused in fake tan/
what a wicked waste of wingspan/
voodoo/
voodoo/
to the trees our trips topple the zoo/
voodoo/
to the trees our trips topple the zoo/
voodoo/
to the trees our trips topple the zoo/
voodoo/
voodoo/
shh, listen/
a mating call from out the jungle/
it's the song of a king kong and he's just
looking for trouble/ stumbles
past hipster peacocks/ in
flatcaps and reeboks/
he goes to grope the swan/
he stumbles/ they tumble/
and king kong gets cuffed/
arms locked behind his back/
screaming 'officer, i just wanted
a piece of that pussy cat'/
while police pigs and dogs
hold him down frantically/
it's a grizzly tragedy/
it's disney on LSD/
it's a twisted fantasy
of a pissed menagerie
it's a travesty/ insanity/ anarchy/
humanity/ cos
no matter how many
anthropomorphic words/
i apply to what i'm seeing/
still a tribe of human beings
being human/
not the best creatures/
hopefully not the worst/
but without the strangest beasts
out of the earth's whole herd/
vooodo/
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