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Martyrs And Friends
02:47
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In Ho Chi Minh, They take your north And show you crawl spaces for soldiers,
Full of ghosts and built for blood, Where you can almost smell the fear,
And if you squint, you might picture, A village burning in a napalm rain,
Double agent orange sunsets, Cross your heart and go insane
The truth is I’m scared we'll be this way forever,
Never working out a permanent peace,
We’ll probably bomb ourselves to hell before, we find the answer,
Take ourselves out, a graveyard of martyrs and friends
In Ho Chi Minh, they take you South, And show you mangroves by the river,
Full of life and glowing green, On former sites of US Bombs,
And if you squint, you might picture, Children screaming from the napalm pain,
Double agent orange sunsets, Cross your heart and go insane
I picked up that gun, pointed at the sun,
Squeezed down on the trigger and thought about how,
Right on this spot, one father ago,
This wasn’t a drill, these kids never laughed about it
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Concubines
02:35
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Today's ashes, tomorrow's empires,
Making space ships of fallen church spires,
We are nothing else if not what we believe in,
Der Feind der mein Freund ist mein Freund für das Leben
We must learn and respond,
Or sit desperately hopeless and doomed to be wrong,
In the eyes of our grand sons and daughters,
Nothing but lambs leading wolves to a slaughter
And I am a god on the wall of your temple in 3016
Today’s gunpowder, tomorrow’s landmines,
Scars of dictators and despots, we're concubines,
And slaves to the rivers of trickle down piss,
We weren’t born for this, we weren’t born for this,
These policy makers parading as thugs,
Take us stumbling forward with their hands soaked in blood,
But the bricks we create, building statues of hate,
Will be left to remember our failures of late
And I am a god on the wall of your temple in 3016
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Martial Law
02:16
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Martial law it seems, is a Leo drinking team,
There’s a 40oz to freedom if you’re good at sleight of hand ,
Well happiness it seems, is a tower made of dreams,
We’re all in this together in a garden made of chang
Well, miss, there’s not a single word I have to say,
At midnight and a million miles away,
But nothing comes for free
Christmas Day, it seems, is a cocktail on a beach,
There’s a sparkly hat and presents if you want to be saint nick today,
Boxing Day, for me, was a bar propped to the beams,
There’s a zombie out on walking street and two tabs left to pay
Well, miss, there’s not a single word I have to say,
At midnight and a million miles away,
But nothing comes for free
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Motions
03:22
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Look up to the sky, See the flashing lights,
Sweatshop explosives, Burning your eyes,
Hiccups for replies, I’m a parasite,
Nothing is sacred and I can’t abide,
By these laws they enforce,
Freedoms they divorce,
Motions I won’t carry back to home
In the morning we’ll call, spew paracetemol,
Take an hour to stand and question our morals,
But when I’m back from it all, missing alcohol,
20 C colder and losing my marbles,
To thoughts of giving in,
To every battle I’m not sure to win,
Motions I won’t carry back to home
It’s new year and I love you,
But I’d rather be in the ground
It’s new year and I love you,
But I’d rather be dead right now
Feels like winter in here but my thoughts are clear,
10 years older but not a day wiser,
Maybe I could try and not fuck up this year,
But I wouldn’t bet high, I wouldn’t bet high,
I’m just another guy,
With scars for a heart and buttons for eyes,
Motions I won’t carry back to home
Put another brick in the wall,
I’ll miss you when the sunshine is gone,
And it’s time to admit I’m a failure and I’m fucking up
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Tom Aylott England, UK
Noisemaker based in the South West of England.
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