1. |
You Have To Laugh
04:57
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Hark, here come the clowns
Here to take your frowns
Wipe that face away
Turn it upside down
We are in your street
We are in your town
Knocking at your door
Jolly roustabouts
We all look the same
That's why we wear paint
Find someone to blame
Pie them in the face
Join our merry dance
Join our cheerful play
No need to be scared
Please don't run away
We all look the same
Don't you want to, too?
Honk your big red nose
Prance in your huge shoes
Hark, here come the clowns
Wearing jewels and crowns
Wearing suits and ties
Wearing hoods and gowns
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2. |
Old Money
05:55
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The fields are barren, the churches quiet,
The woods receding, the skies grow dark
The land is ruined, the children dumb
Their parents numb to the rising slums
But still, the lord in his manor house
Has rolling moors packed with game and grouse
Living his life in a bygone age
Whilst others slave for a petty wage (to the grave)
The millions crushed under poverty
Are asked to worship nobility
The landed gentry, haute bourgeoisie
Dynastic hoarders of old money
The crown, the lords and the rich elite
The bloated remnants of families
Who talk of preserving history
Whilst funding infernal industries (a disease)
A crass nostalgia for sickening wealth
Eclipses reason, bypasses sense
A world in chaos dreams of an age
When monarchs ruled and so becomes tame
They trust good breeding and boarding schools
They scorn the experts and call them fools
The cult kneeling to an oligarchy
Offer their prayers to the prince of thieves (he deceives)
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3. |
New Blood
02:36
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Eyes tired, rewired
Truth and lies synthesized and hybridized
Mouth dry, tongue tied
Stupefied, mechanized and hypnotized
Rich kids, rich quick
Profiting off the public's hubris
So cool, so chic
Silicon is replacing artists
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4. |
Covinterlude
01:44
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(Instrumental)
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5. |
Snake Charmers
05:33
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Envy, bitterness
Borderline illiterates
Staring into the Sun
Blinded by a wave of scum
Aroused by lust and rage
Tits and hate on every page
Opium for the dumb
Charmed by snake oil salesmen
Opening the Mail
Fear fodder for the pale
Phobic yet filled with pride
Scared to set a foot outside
"A foreigner could hide
Behind any friendly smile
Agents of far-flung shores
Come to take our jobs and laws"
Meanwhile, on the screen
Product placement, corporate greed
An eyesore no-one needs
Intertwined with social feeds
An endless stream of waste
Hosted by a pretty face
A gleaming pile of trash
Shortening attention spans
Even the BBC
Revels in sycophancy
Too scared to raise a peep
Lest they lose their license fees
A well oiled machine
Lending legitimacy
To useful conspiracies
Claiming impartiality
Choose your favourite truth
Channel Four or GB News
It could be peer reviewed
Or just some guy on Youtube
Nobody even cares
As long as your truth matches theirs
And no-one is prepared
To compromise with each other
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6. |
Beat Cop
02:50
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I'm dirty, and I don't give a fuck
'Cause you got to be corrupt if you want to have fun
I don't bother the rich folk I just skulk in the slums
And if you feel kinda lucky just make my day punk
I stick my big old bill in wherever I go
I stick my big old bill in a mountain of snow
I start to shiver and shake even though I'm not cold
Hey do I smell hash? You've just lost your parole
I'm a beat cop, I beat whomever I want
I kick them in the teeth and I punch them in the guts
And when I'm done with my fun then I pull out my gun
And shout "Freeze, drop your weapon!" Put a bullet in their skull
Cause I'm a beat cop, a sick fuck in a police car
And it's hard not to feel like a star
When you're a beat cop, praying for it to kick off
I'm a real Gene Hunt just like Life On Mars
See that pretty young student out here protesting?
I wait for the cue and then I arrest her
I book and process her back at the station
And she won't say no because of the implications
I'm a beat cop, and that means I am the law
And if you try to fight back then I'll call in the dogs
And if you've got a complaint then I'll call up my squad
And we're protected by the state if you take us to court
Cause I'm a beat cop, a big man in a pig van
I'll take a bribe wherever I can
Cause I'm a beat cop, a dumb cuck in a big truck
You can't breathe? Well that isn't the plan
Am I a racist, a fascist and a rapist?
I just know that I'm doing my job
I'm more effective when I'm feared I can't help it
It's just part of being a cop
I'm a beat cop, I'll beat black or white
As long as they're poor and it's not a fair fight
I'm a beat cop, I'll beat young and old
So just be a good citizen and do as you're told
I'm a beat cop
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7. |
The General Public
06:54
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A malaise, a persistent refrain
Crying out for our freedoms whilst refusing the blame
It's such a shame, oh, but it's always the same
"Not in my backyard and not in my name
I don't care how it's done, if it gets done I don't care
Just as long as I don't have to part with my share
Just as long as I'm happy and I don't have to see
How you pay for my freedoms, just as long as I'm free"
Make no mistake, we all want to be free
But we don't want to be burdened with responsibilities
"And so, you see, what is good is what's good for me
What I love must be loved by any just society
And to be free, logically, must mean living like me,
In my ideal world, in my dearest of dreams
You disagree? Well then, you despise liberty
You are against the common people and against the country"
"It wasn't me, it was the people in charge
I only voted them in, I was just playing my part
It's not my fault, it was the chain of command
That let the bodies pile high, no-one killed by my hand"
And so you drone, so you moan, because no-one alone
Could accept liability for what has been done
But you still have your "freedom" and that is what matters
Shorn of consequences, an illusion of power
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Tomistoma Stoke On Trent, UK
Reptilian piano-led doom from the darkest heart of Stoke-on-Trent, England.
www.facebook.com/Tomistoma-160865648118198
New EP, "Cathedral City", out 07/09/2023.
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