1. |
Amka Theme
00:38
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2. |
On Patrol
04:08
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We’re on patrol again
We’re in control, my friends
and we don’t know where it begins
but when it ends we will tell you
Be sure of this
We’re in the middle of the city
and out the window it sure looks pretty
but if you wonder on its streets
you’re bound to meet
someone who’ll show you
how it really is
And if you want to connect
lean your head into the speaker
or through the headphone, pet
We do all this for you
That you may find something new
and cross your silver bones
in a secret zone
such as this
We live to see you dance
Shake your fine arse
We live to see you dance
It’s our last chance
And now we’re back from our strange adventure
Our pockets swollen with stolen tender
But worry not! We’ve got enough to share around
We only ask you do your best
to shake your butts and get on down
To move from side to side upon the floor tonight
To let go of your feelings and do it right tonight
It’s time to boogie woogie, we are in control tonight
This zone is clear; no need to thank us ‘cause
we have been on patrol
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3. |
Kind of Sex
04:09
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Words have legs
Words lay eggs
Words get dizzy
on their heads
Get dizzy
This kind of sex is a fantasy
This kind of sex is anarchy
All beginning and no end
It’s only defined by how you bend
This kind of sex is meaningless
The kind of sex that you have
when you have nothing left
This kind of sex is improbable
I remember when I thought it was co-optable
This kind of sex is unstoppable
Predicting what’s next is impossible
When you reach into the darkest pit inside
you’ll remember all those things you tried so hard to hide
It’s not a game of give and take
You can forget all of your memories
but you can’t shake
the role that you were given when you walked into
the first ritual reenactment you were invited to
This isn’t neurotypical
This is the reason you’re so miserable
When you disappear yourself into the screen
all your troubles go in bubbles into your bloodstream
This kind of sex isn’t criminal
This kind of sex is a miracle
You wrap your hands around your body
and you start to pray
for the wisdom to ignore it
until your dying day
This kind of sex implies the end
This kind of sex can turn a friend
into a portal for achieving peace
Do you remember when you thought
that that goal was even in reach?
This kind of sex isn’t physical
This kind of sex is invisible
When your eyes glaze over
and your skin gets hot
you’ve got to get again the grip you got
that got forgot
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4. |
So What
05:13
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As the jet plane made its way
into the sky from the runway
I could not think of a single place
that I would rather be
and as I watched it hit cruising height
out of the corner of my little black eye
I could not think of a single place that I
would rather be
and even if I was on that plane
as the metal turned to rain
as I started to disintegrate
what could I do
what could I say except
So what
So bastard what
They say indifference is a curse
Then why does everything else hurt?
Every day when I rise out of my coffin
I’m in pain, I’m in trouble
but I still have to do the shopping
and if an earthquake hit the supermarket
If the whole place filled with sharks
it would not bother me a single bit
because I’m bored, I’m tired
and I’m sick of this shit
so I say
So what
So bastard what
I’ve been looking for a charity
to donate to when I have some money
I keep in mind that you only live twice
so if you can’t be real you might as well be nice
‘cause when the dreamtime comes to end
wouldn’t it be nice to have a little friend?
Now imagine your disappointment
when you need them one day
and they lean in with a smile
and they begin to say
So what
So bastard what
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5. |
God is in the Body
05:35
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God is in my pocket
I don’t want to think about the body
I left it in another cave
God is in that body
It is only a plastic self
I don’t want it anyway
God is in the way
I dream at night
God is in the body
God is in the way
You’re always light
God is in the body
God is a cathedral
Locked at daybreak
Dew in the graveyard
God is working on me
Not sure where to begin
Nor where to finish
God is in the way
We scream and fight
God is in the body
God is in the way
Wrong turns to right
God is in the body
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6. |
Ophelia
05:34
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Ophelia
I feel you
I still do
I could never understand
just how cold a hand can be
but now I see
I see it every time
Every time I close my eyes
You lost your only friend
and it sent you round the bend
All in a day
that smile went away
What did you do?
Was it you?
He went to the other side
so you lost your mind
He went to that place
where no friend can follow
So you found
a bitter pill to swallow
Yes you tasted the holy fruit
and then you saw the truth
Your eyes opened up
Your mind opened up
The sky opened up
and took you inside
You lost your only friend
and it sent you round the bend
He went to the other side
so you lost your mind
You tasted the holy fruit
then you saw the truth
This life was never really
meant for you
Ophelia
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7. |
Train Again
01:46
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Sitting on my knees in the dark
in the old dog walking park
I was waiting for the rain
but the rain it never came
So I went down to the station
to test out my patience
I hauled myself over the gate
Mustn’t be late!
Yeah I took the train again
I couldn’t take the blame again
I couldn’t take it
Yes!
And who’s this coming down the platform?
My big fat friend in uniform
He pressed a ticket into my hand
and took me off to another land
and now I’m riding I am free
and all my heart is filled with glee
I’ll be in that place in three
but when I’m there I’ll still be me
Oh I took the train again
Yeah I took the train again
What a shame again
What a shame
Choo choo!
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8. |
Sweet Melodies
05:00
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Dancing through the forest
I wasn’t very honest
The sky saw through my bones
and then I was all alone
I listened to the trees
making music with the breeze
I was sure that I had heard it once before
Memories
Melodies
Someone’s on the phone
but who I do not know
They say I am their friend
so I try to pretend
The voice it tells me secrets
I’m certain I can keep them
Strangers singing softly in the dark
Memories
Melodies
Flowers grow around me
I’m happy they have found me
The petals reassure me
as they fall to the floor
Their colours change before me
as evening shifts to morning
and I begin this lifetime once again
Memories
Melodies
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9. |
Don't Touch It
03:08
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No vases
No electronics
There’s only smoke out here
Smoke in your rearview mirror
Roll down the windows of the car
There must be somebody who doesn’t know who we are
Someone who doesn’t remember the smell of the woods
Someone must have the goods
That’s why we’re cruising baby
All night long
We’re cruising and listening to our favourite song
That’s right we’re cruising baby
All night long
We’re cruising
You’re snoozing
Pass by that liquid on the ground
Some things are better where they’re found
Don’t let the moon shine in your coffee cup
and heed this simple warning
Better not look up
and certainly don’t
Don’t touch it
Want to know why?
Because it’s no good anymore
It’s no good anymore
It’s no good
Disappear into the crowd
I am more than nothing now
Better keep your dirty hands to yourself
Better keep them dry; how?
Cut your arms off at the shoulders
Cut your hands off at the wrists
Cut your fingers off baby
Snip snip snip snip
Just cut those arms off at the shoulders
Just cut those hands off at the wrists
Just cut your fingers off baby
Snip snip snip snip
So you don’t touch it
Don’t touch it
Why?
Because it’s no good anymore
It’s no good anymore
It’s no good
Don’t touch it
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10. |
We Don't Like It
04:19
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In my eyes
it's so easy to see
what everyone
thinks is worst in me
When I sleep
phantoms disappear
When I wake
they whisper in my ear
What do they say?
They say
We don't like it
around here
We don't like it
and we've been telling you
for years
We don't like it when you think too much
We don't like it when you're stupid
We don't like it when you act uninterested
We don't like it when you play Cupid
We don't like being in your paragrams
We don't like dealing with your shame
We don't like it how when the birds call out you think they cry your name
No we don't like it
Walking on the streets
I sense the smiles fade
Blank faces that I greet
with a smile made of meat
Why?
Because we don't like it
and we never did
No we don't like it
We just kept our feelings hid
We don't like it when you stuff us down
We don't like it when you make us sing
We don't like it when you pay the clown to do your pandering
We don't like the Silver Surfer stance
We don't like life in the cult
We don't like it when the dream that you had as a kid disappoints when you're an adult
No we don't like it
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