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PR Says
04:32
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Let's add a little glamour
Some glitter in the room
There's never enough sugat
'Til the numbers here improve
If you can tell it's staged
Pr says it doesn't matter
Stare into the camera
Choose carefully your words
As if a short attention span
Is all the time that's left in a world so far gone
Take back what you said now
We don't need to hear it again
Your truth is another man's lie
In an army of salesmen
There's no need
For a clever point of view
In fact the studies show it's best
If you don't have a clue
But if the feeling's fake
PR says people won't relate
The data's being processed
The analyst foretold
The advertised conversion rate
Is what might help turns sheeps into gold and here we go
Take back what you said now
We don't need to hear it again
Your truth is another man's lie
In an army of salesmen
You're smiling in your designer clothes
Cheering as the views count explodes
Your selling thin air (Pr doesn't care)
Take back what you said now
We don't need to hear it again
Your truth is another man's lie
In an army of salesmen
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2. |
Bonkers Bunker
02:31
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I'm the kitchen sailor
This the cabin where I've spent the last 8 weeks
Slowly sinking
I'm the bedroom conqueror
Drawing a map of the wardrobe
A small step for mankind and the victory's mine
Hey !
There's something wrong happening here
(Monday, Tuesday)
Hey !
I think I've gone bonkers it's clear
(Wednesday, Thursday)
I'm the living room adventurer
I was the first to make contact
With a small tribe behind the leather couch
I'm de cupboard climber
I'm about to reach the last base camp
But the weather turned
Here comes a storm of china plates
And in the future books will tell my story
Around the flat in eighty days, gone crazy
Stay home, stay bored
Hey !
There's something wrong happening here
(Thursday, Friday)
Oh shut up
Hey !
I think I've gone bonkers it's clear
(Saturday, Sunday)
Please shut up !
Hey !
There's something wrong happening here
(Each day, same day)
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3. |
Song For The Living
03:56
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Maybe we should try and just concentrate on the things we neglect
There is someone at our side
Behind a thick wall built from habits and noise we can easily forget
There is someone at our side
At our, at our, at our side
We've been misled we have learnt to mistake connection for contact
Picturing someone at our side
A year of sore eyes and ringing hears just to face the fact
We needed someone at our side
At our, at our, at our side
Online stalker plugged in real time into everyone's life
Never the one at our side
High speed trains, supersonic planes with a deadly design
Outrun the one at our side
At our, at our, at our side
Tell me a story and I'll tell you mine
The room won't feel empty
Once we are gone there is something that will linger on
Your my fantasized friend, your my children stories
And so nothing makes sense 'til you start to hold me
It's a fake world out there so we should stay ...
There are songs for the dead not enough for the living
Hear the voice of your graveyard neighbor screaming
"Here's a stranger and he's not going anywhere, we will stay.."
Side by side
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4. |
Extreme States
02:53
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I sit on a swing
That never slows down
A rollercoaster
With a wicked design
Forever colorblind
All I see is black or white
Rage and joy entwined
I can't slip between the lines
If there's a temper
In the lost and found
Call my number
It's probably mine
Pinballs running wild
Somewhere deep inside my mind
Pain and love and hate
Not a feeling I can shale
I'm stuck in extreme states
I'm freezing when I'm cold
Shattered when I fall
My passions always wore
One size too big or small
Cause I cannot shake that feeling
Grinded flowers
Daily Birthday
This big garbage truck
Can throw them away
Every system's red
Every fuse is nearly baked
A screw lose in my head
Not a feeling I can shake
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5. |
Paws In The Snow
04:20
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When the snow covered the morning
It felt like everything was possible
You'd say let's walk, your big hand in mine
Atop the mountain over the fumes and the clouds
When the snow covered the morning
It felt like everything was meant to stay still
Yet here we were along the path into the unknown
Changing directions with paw prints in the snow
Let's say, I caught a fever
Let's say I've been sick
Teach me to cherish
The precious things
That don't pay the bills
When the snow covered the morning
I always ended up wondering
How many flakes does it take and can I count that far
To trap all the noise, to deaden lives ?
When the snow covered the morning
We had no map, but we had a goal
From the highest peak, the town was a toy
A treasure chest for absent schoolboys
Let's stay for two more hours
Let's say there's still time
Let's pray the snow won't melt
When we get back down
Today the streets are dressed in white
And I remember, I clearly remember,
Mom in front, Grandma behind,
No fancy procession but one of a kind
Today the streets are dressed in white
And I remember, I clearly remember...
I am the branch under the weight
And I wonder shall I bend or break.
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