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Percentages
01:23
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Percentages, to prove a point
Cement the thing you want the most
Arguing there is no point
When you have the facts in your leather coat
Percentages to swing the vote
The percent here is so very close
You’re alone but the facts say no,
Where do you call your home?
Percentages, all that's known
Data extraction, erogenous zone
Percentages or human contact
I don't know how we’ll ever cope/grow
Percentages, proving points
Percentages, leather coat
Percentages, erogenous zones
Where do you call your home?
11 - 10 - 9 - 8
Percent of us - it’s too late
7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1
Percent of us - are never done
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Unreal City
02:21
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Brown Fog, Grey Street, Green Grass - Unreal City
Seething Creatures, Indistinct Mass - Unreal City
Ambition to play the drums in a band - Unreal City
Industry forgets itself and the plan - Unreal City
Find enough to make demands
Got a lot of love to give, And i desire no job in the
Unreal City
Living on your own is hell, Is it your fault?
Unreal City
A man waits, Outside his house
Unreal City
Desire for satisfaction, Instant feelings
Unreal City
Find enough to make demands
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Distracted
03:11
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Can’t see no sense in it
A gaze that’s distant, awkward and absent
“Tried to call you” but I was staring at the floor
Distracted
Can’t see the censorship, nod the head, making us live
They tried to call, but we were staring at the wall
We are where we’re wanted
Look the other way and there's
Nothing to say
Fingers on the chest and we’re laughing
Swipe up, a slap in the face
Distracted
Thought it once, thought it before, think it again
Wanted more, like before, can we do it again, again
Distracted
Thought it once, thought it before, think it again
Wanted more, like before, can we do it again, again
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In Flux
01:56
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Started something / Don’t know how to end
All the work could vanish overnight / Just pure relief
Coded everything / Learnt the tropes /
Passed unnoticed
Is there / a space / for it
On the inside looking in / My job, you sing
Fixed object meets flexible being
Constant fear, anxiety / Bend and break / Not for me
Not for me
Is there / a space / for it
Knew all along
After all these years the end would come
Never know the song
It makes no sense
And the words are wrong
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Problems
02:22
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Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems I've got no Problems
Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems Problems You've got no Problems
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No Personal Space
02:02
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Old roses, they litter the ground
Below me, waiting for some
Shade and action, looking for creative factions
No personal space
No personal space
No personal space
No personal trace
New clothing, all the boys move around and
Wear down the floor
Gloss over, got leave all the inconsistencies
At the door
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The Patio
01:39
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Extracted from short story, "Due Process" written by Jen Calleja.
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Leisure Time
02:24
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Leisure Time, it's mine, it's mine
Productive repose, sleep is a crime
Wading through a black hole, Isolation I'm sold
Leisure Time, it's true, it's true
Something for me, irrespective of you
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Veiled Critique
02:03
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Why don’t you circle a subject
Shut dialogue down
(So) it’s pointless to try
Why even bother
“It’s just what I think”
Never taking sides
Systems fall when
Tripped from the inside
Veiled critique (you’ve got yours)
Failed critique (I’ve got mine)
A snide remark
To make you feel better
No obligations
Nothing to show
Suck everything dry
No matter how weak
Whatever the chances
The outlook is bleak
Veiled critique (you’ve got yours)
Failed critique (I’ve got mine)
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Laura
02:56
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Laura at the back of the bus
Nothing changed it got left as it was
Stay sharp as either side subsides
A freeze frame, trapped in time
Laura, sits in the car, Holding it together
As the other falls apart
No questions, she stays right here,
The film freezes, smoke clears
Bent Wire / Short String / Unfixed / Strong Grip
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Swerve
02:02
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Extracted from short story, "Due Process" written by Jen Calleja.
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Theatre 83
03:06
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Your tongue and eyes have been cut out
And you're being wheeled about
Statement plays when the string is pulled
Tell them not to be so mean
Tell them I've been good to you
Tell them none of it is true
In the Golden Castle payment are cruel
You tried to warm him, didn't you?
Two things to inherit - shame and debt
No regrets
And I had to listen to you but I don't want to
I don't want to
And I had to listen to my father, who's been like a father to me
And I had to listen to my mother, who's been like a father to me
And I had to listen to my brother, who's been like a father to me
And I had to listen to my uncle, who's been like a father to me
And I had to listen to the judge, who's been like a father to me
And I had to listen to the newspaper, who's been like a father to me
And I had to listen to the policemen, who's been like a father to me
And I had to listen to the shopkeeper, who's been like a father to me
and I confess it's all true.
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