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Janus
00:48
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2. |
NullPointerException
03:13
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Well I heard that empty vessels
Are the ones that make most noise
I don't want to listen to you
But it seems I have no choice
You are all up in my business
Every day and every night
Even though you have no substance
You're still blocking out my light
I'm still trying to untangle
The deceitful web you spun
Your value is imaginary
The square root of minus one
So now you're growing desperate
And increasingly incoherent
Your charm has worn so very thin
You are virtually transparent
Your attempts to win me over
Didn't play out as you planned
You promised me a house of gold
But you built it on quicksand
You are drifting further out of touch
Although you try to hide it
You sport a sleek designer suit
But there's nothing at all inside it
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Plastic Bags
03:00
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The present has been folded
And stored in plastic bags
The past is now rewritten
And all wrapped up in flags
The future, a dismal hellscape
Of ashes, bones and rags
The voices of all the people
That I have ever met
Are ringing in my ears
Like a promise or a threat
Fragments of their broken lives
Shared on the internet
A lifetime of auditions
But never a starring role
In yet another waiting room
The air is dead and cold
It withers my ambition
And suffocates my soul
Unable now to win or lose
Or even play the game
Unsure of what to do or say
Or where to lay the blame
I had not read the small print
When I rashly signed my name
The glass is not half-empty
It's full up to the brim
It overflows with poison
A risk to life and limb
I tried to write a jolly song
But it turned out like a hymn
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I don't like you
You don't like me
But we're in this thing together
So we might as well agree
You don't know me
I don't want to know you
It may well be a cliché
But we can't deny it's true
Delete all the emails
And turn off the phones
Fighting off the boredom
That seeps into our bones
Pause and reflect
On what we did today
We just want to go back home
But now we have to play
Compulsory games
Pretend to have fun
You swing and you miss
Trying for a home run
Compulsory games
Mandatory fun
Worthless prizes
Are waiting to be won
It's hard to see, it's hard to breathe
Standing silent in the moonlight
Unhealthy bodies, unhealthy minds
Out on the playing fields at midnight
The food is cold and tasteless
The portions are too small
But the drinks are on the house
And the writing's on the wall
Yes, the writing's on the wall
On the ceiling and the floor. It's
Written there in blood so
We cannot ignore it
Grab the karaoke mic
Sing along to "My Way"
Desperately try
To keep the sadness at bay
Smile for the camera
Smile the pain away
Take another selfie
And now it's time to play
Compulsory games
Pretend to have fun
Dancing to the rhythm
Of a submachine gun
Compulsory games
Mandatory fun
You were stitched up like a kipper
But now you've come undone
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They took you to the theatre
You didn't want to go
You didn't like the audience
You didn't like the show
You turn on the radio
And fiddle with the dial
But they don't play your music now
It's completely out of style
You search through all the movies
Streaming on your smart TV
So many there to choose from
But none you want to see
Looking through faded photographs
At all your faded friends
All the embarrassing haircuts
The bygone fashion trends
Looking through faded photographs
You long for a simpler time
When everything seemed to make more sense
And the punishment matched the crime
You feel like a hostage in your house
You're sick of being alone
But as soon as you're out on the town
You want to be back home
The pizza's cold, the beer is flat
The world's a battleground
These twenties do not roar for you
They barely make a sound
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A Stranger Calls
02:55
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He came to town all dressed in white
It was a silent winter's night
The snow lay thick upon the ground
All dressed in white, he came to town
What did we do, what did we say
To bring him here that dismal day?
We prayed he was just passing through
What did we say, what did we do?
He walks the streets, a stranger here
His motivation is unclear
His footsteps echo like heartbeats
A stranger here, he walks the streets
The future's bleak, the past's obscure
We dread his knock upon the door
We know he's there, we dare not speak
The past's obscure, the future's bleak
He'll never leave; this is our fate
To cower and to supplicate
Our only choice is to believe
This is our fate - he'll never leave
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Bottle
02:53
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You have a lot of strong opinions
That you gathered from YouTube
Extensive Facebook research
Has led you to conclude
That you are now an expert
The truth has been revealed
The scales have fallen from your eyes
Secret files have been unsealed
Now your every passing thought
And every tiny notion
Must be broadcast to the world
In your quest for self promotion
Grab a pitchfork, light a torch
And join the baying throng
On Twitter and on Reddit
You're a million morons strong
You're wise to those conspiricies
The government tries to hide
You're busy posting misquotes
From Freud and Oscar Wilde
But even if Oscar said it
It doesn't mean it's true
So if you want some sound advice
I'll tell you what to do
Don't speak, don't talk
Keep it to yourself
Put your thoughts into a bottle
Put the bottle on the shelf
The shelf down in the basement
Where no one ever goes
Where no one will ever find them
That's the place for thoughts like those
Don't speak, don't talk
Keep it to yourself
Put your thoughts into a bottle
It's much better for your health
Don't speak, don't tweet
I think we all agree
You should bottle up your thoughts
And throw that bottle in the sea
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Sighs and Cries
05:22
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Static hisses
In the dead of night
The noise is pink
The noise is white
The hairs stand up
All over your skin
The noise embedded
Deep within
The noise is pretty
The noise is sad
It keeps you happy
And it drives you mad
It serenades
Your one desire
The snap crackle pop
Of the funeral pyre
It's in your bones
It's in your blood
Can't live without it
That's understood
Amid the turmoil
And the rising tides
The noise endures
The noise abides
There it is
You heard it again
Was it a sax or a flute
Or a cry of pain?
In the supermarket
Or the corner shop
The noise is there
It'll never stop
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He Had You
03:45
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There was a corner and it was the place to go
We used to meet there - doing our whiz and blow
I had a friend there and he was a waste of space
He tried to match me but he couldn't stay the pace
He was a no one
He was a loser
But he had you you you - he had you
He had you you you - he had you
I couldn't stand it - seeing you there with him
I never told you how much it did me in
I went to college and I got a fancy car
A drop-dead apartment and now I'm a shining star
He never made it
He's selling windows
But he had you you you - he had you
He had you you you - he had you
I have respect now - I always knew I would
'Cause I had a passport out of the neighbourhood
And when I go back I always see him there
I ask how he's doing - not that I really care
He's still on the corner
He's still going nowhere
But he had you you you - he had you
He had you you you - he had you
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Old Misery Guts
02:58
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Old misery guts
Walks down the street
In a long leather coat
That smells like feet
The stray dogs bark
And children stare
Old misery guts
He doesn't care
Thirty years ago
In another life
He had a family
He had a wife
Now all that's left
Are his memories
They crumble in his hands
Like dry dead leaves
He draws down the binds
And locks the door
Against plague and famine
And death and war
He cast his vote
For this government
But the food's running out
He can't pay the rent
The walls have ears
And the hills have eyes
His thoughts have colours
And it's no surprise
People are awful
Pompous and vain
They're not worth the effort
They're not worth the pain
That obsolete crap
That he learned in school
Is no use now
Drowning in this cesspool
They said "Keep calm
And carry on"
But he can't help wishing
That he had a gun
Now the sentence is passed
And there's no appeal
He prays for Jesus
To take the wheel
But Jesus is drunk
He won't answer his phone
Old misery guts
You're on your own
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Streets of Montreal
02:38
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I'll admit I never cried
When Leonard Cohen died but
Still I felt something was lost
From somewhere deep inside
And I've never been to Hydra
Or the Chelsea Hotel
But I walked in his footsteps
On the streets of Montreal
In my search for inspiration
Many others played their part, but
He wrote the soundtrack to my life
The libretto of my heart
And I've never had religion
No, I never heard that call
But I believe I sensed his presence
In the streets of Montreal
My heroes are not perfect
They all have feet of clay
But I owe him a heavy debt
That I cannot repay
In the shadow of the chapel
Down by the harbour wall
I heard his music echo
Through the streets of Montreal
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Shallow Grave
03:24
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The freedoms that we fought so hard to save
Are snatched out of our desperate grasping hands
And buried in an unmarked shallow grave
Despite our struggle, valiant and brave
They slowly seep away like hourglass sands;
These freedoms that we fought so hard to save
So helplessly we faced that tidal wave
And what became of all our hopeful plans?
They're buried in an unmarked shallow grave
The zealots fulminate and rant and rave
They seek to sabotage with their demands
The freedoms that we fought so hard to save
And when they gain the power that they crave
No clemency for any who withstand
Just burial in an unmarked shallow grave
And now we're little more than galley slaves
We blindly follow all of their commands
The freedoms that we fought so hard to save
Lie buried in an unmarked shallow grave
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He watched the clock that never seemed to move
His soul crushed by the endless drudgery
But still he did his best, tried to improve
Always on time, a model employee
He followed all their stupid petty rules
But now it's clear he meant nothing to them
And all along they played him for a fool
He was let go on Friday, five PM
He's tired of feeling rage day in day out
They treated him like dirt and now they'll pay
The innocent will suffer, there's no doubt
But they will not forget this dreadful day
He tastes the sweetness his revenge now brings
As death descends on swift and fiery wings
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Suit of Armour
03:34
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I wear my suit of armour
It's old and it's rusted
But still I put it on each day
It's tried and it's trusted
I have no snow white
Horse to ride
No shining sword
Hanging by my side
Just this suit of armour
I've got my suit of armour
I put on my suit of armour
And nothing can hurt me
Nothing can hurt me now
No coat of arms
Or ancestral home
No mighty fortress
To call my own
Just this suit of armour
I've got my suit of armour
I put on my suit of armour
And nothing can hurt me
Nothing can hurt me now
There are no dragons left to fight
The dragons all died out late one night
The holy grail I failed to find
The mirror cracks and the thread unwinds
And silly little songs with clever rhymes
Might be all I have to leave behind
It makes me bold
But not too bold
My heart is hard
And my blood runs cold
And I've got my suit of armour
I've got my suit of armour
I put on my suit of armour
And nothing can hurt me
Nothing can touch me
Nothing can hurt me now
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Between Terminal Gods
04:18
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Birds fly
Through the grey northern sky
Leaves turn
While the bonfires burn
Lights dim
And the night closes in
Once more
We're standing here on the shore
You think the game is over
It isn't
You think maybe you won
You didn't
Turn round
Now you're safe and you're sound
That's all
Between the rise and the fall
Wake up
Drain the dregs from your cup
Don't grieve
When the time comes to leave
You think you're going to make it
You aren't
Believing you can fake it
You can't
Hours pass
Lying there on the grass
At midday
The sea is dirty and grey
Bombs drop
And the screaming won't stop
Right here
At the end of the year
You thought that you knew me
You didn't
You thought that life was carefree
It isn't
Right here
At the end of the year
Right here
We're at the end of the year
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16. |
Terminus
00:48
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Mark Automaton came to prominence as a founding member of the seminal “cassette culture” band the Instant Automatons, who
were instrumental in spearheading the UK DIY music scene of the late 70s and early 80s.
Since then, Mark has been active as a producer, musical collaborator and solo artist, releasing music under his own name and also as 391 and randomk/automata.
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