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What's Ma Motivation?
04:16
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Be a happy man be a stupid man
Be yourself, they say, just be you.
Every line I say, every single day,
Rings so hollow now, rings untrue.
Gimme back ma ginger hair, gimme back ma lady fair,
Gimme back ma royal blood & the stars above.
What’s ma motivation? What’s ma motivation? I’ve been all around the world & found no inspiration.
What’s ma motivation? What’s ma motivation? I’ve got nothin in ma life, no cause for celebration
This is not the life that was promised to me
Surely there must be some mistake?
Now I’ve lost the thrill, now it’s all downhill,
Watch me pick up speed, watch me bleed.
Tell me that I’m Jesus Christ, tell me I’m the source of life,
Tell me that I’m God above. Tell me I’m full of love.
What’s ma motivation? I’ll dress up for you.
What’s ma motivation? Be who you want me to.
What’s ma motivation? I’ll be anyone.
Tell me ma motivation, as long as I’m someone
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I can smell winter comin our way.
We could try runnin away.
But our legs won’t carry us far.
Seems unreal, what we were and now are.
We’ll just turn it up, and just laugh it off.
And we’ll be alright, we’ll light all the lights
And shut out the night. We’ll shout out the night.
I get scared that you’ll never wake up
I get scared we’ve used it all up.
Watch your breath, the rise and the fall
Me and you, till the end of it all.
We’ll just turn it up, and just laugh it off.
And we’ll be alright, we’ll light all the lights
And shut out the night. We’ll shout out the night.
Turn up the laughter track, cover up the basic facts
Turn up the laughter track, my anxiety attacks are back
We watch the colours fade, the beauty disappear
We hear the silence roarin louder in our ears
Turn up the laughter track, to keep us safe & warm
Turn up the laughter track, to shield us from the storm
It’s dark, turn up the laughter track
The sky has turned the pitchest black
It’s late, turn up the laughter track
With all those years we won’t get back
It’s cold, turn up the laughter track
The animals are runnin wild
We’re old, turn up the laughter track
I feel you shakin like a child.
Turn up the laughter track, cover up the basic facts
Turn up the laughter track, my anxiety attacks are back
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The barmaid bores me half to death
With somethin she keeps callin
‘Emotional intelligence’.
I feel a buzz against ma thigh.
A ring tone that I recognise.
A tingle up and down ma spine.
The taste of cigarettes and whisky on her breath.
A mouth I won’t forget. A mouth I won’t forget.
And when she kicks me out, we laugh & fall about,
It’s true love, surely? There’s no doubt.
The heart is just a muscle. Fuck me now.
Till she gets bored, or I get bored
And move on to the next one
A place we’ve never been before.
I don’t belong, and nor do you,
We’re only strangers passin through.
Tomorrow’s not expecting me or you.
She doesn’t know ma name, to us it’s all the same
As long as she can blow ma brain, she gets to call me Jane.
She swings her hair around, she’s lost within the sound.
The clock - it’s racin around.
The heart is just a muscle.
Fuck me now
Fuck me now
Fuck me now
Fuck me now
Fuck. Me. Now.
Fuck. Me. Now.
To fire this cold black heart takes another cold black heart
No pumps or CPR could get that thing to start
So spare me all the pettiness, the tiny tears and arguments
The jealousies, the cowardice.
The heart is just a muscle & it’s bliss.
Ma fuck buddy’s hips, ma fuck buddy’s lips,
ma fuck buddy’s tits, ma fuck buddy’s thighs,
ma fuck buddy’s moans, ma fuck buddy’s groans,
ma fuck buddy’s squeals, ma fuck buddy’s sighs,
ma fuck buddy’s hair, ma fuck buddy’s teeth,
ma fuck buddy’s calves, ma fuck buddy’s eyes,
ma fuck buddy’s flesh, ma fuck buddy’s blood,
ma fuck buddy’s sweat, ma fuck buddy’s cries.
Fuck buddy, fuck buddy, fuck buddy.....
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4. |
Wage Slave
03:21
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Work it leaves me, good for nothin.
When I get home, just can’t function.
When I get home, knackered, filthy
The earth’s already halfway claimed me.
I’m too tired to wash, too tired to talk.
I’m too tired to wash, too old
And no amount of soap could clean ma soul.
Dried-up, worn-out,
Work put the fire out,
Dried-up, worn-out,
Work sucked the life out.
Ma thumpin head, ma yearnin heart,
Ma achin bones, ma dyin art.
Ma thumpin head, ma yearnin heart,
Ma achin bones, ma dyin art.
Feel it buildin up inside me
All the poison, suck it away
Feel so fragile, cracked and brittle
Just don’t touch me, I’d just snap or crumble.
See the hour glass, see her swayin past.
Every day I look, I see that there’s less and less of me.
Dried-up, worn-out,
Work put the fire out,
Dried-up, worn-out,
Work sucked the life out.
Ma thumpin head, ma yearnin heart,
Ma achin bones, ma dyin art.
Ma thumpin head, ma yearnin heart,
Ma achin bones, ma dyin art.
Ma yearnin heart,
Ma dyin art.
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5. |
People Make Ma Head Hurt
02:53
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I love your clothes, take them off.
Leave them here, and go away
You busy bees, you hurt ma head.
Ma life and me are none of your busyness.
Buzzin all around me, busy, busy bum bees.
They all want a piece of me, makin me dizzy
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt.
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt.
They talk too quick, they look too slick.
They make ma head hurt, I feel sick
The things they say I can’t take in
They hurt ma gills, they hurt ma fins
People when I wake up don’t they ever shut up?
People on the telephone, leave me alone.
People people say to me, a people person’s what ye need to be People people we succeed, people skills are what you need.
Not a people person, see.
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt.
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt.
People people people the positions of power,
People people earn a million pounds an hour
People people live a thousand years longer
Ppeople people say they’re so much stronger.
Leave me well alone, I’m a loner.
That means a serial killer.
I keep all ma victims in the cellar.
Cut you up, put you in the river.
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt.
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt
People Make Ma Head Hurt.
People make ma trunk hurt,
People make ma tusks hurt,
People make ma horn hurt
People make ma hooves hurt,
People make ma claws hurt,
People make ma paws hurt,
People make ma hump hurt,
People make ma beak hurt.
I love your clothes, take them off.
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6. |
Repossession
04:11
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You used to hold your head up high.
You flash the cash and you command respect.
But lose it all when there’s no money left.
Fear of the things the postman brings.
Final reminders of the shit you’re in.
You’ve gottae do it, they’ll all be ok.
‘Cause the insurance policy will pay.
You’ve gottae do it, it’s the only way.
To fix this thing.
Re-possessin all I own,
Fear the postman, fear the phone.
I can’t hide it any more, he’s gonnae come
And re-possess ma soul.
You looked the people in the eye.
You’ve gottae move, you’ve gottae get a gun.
You’ve gottae move, before the bailiffs come.
‘Cause you’re a failure, you’re a dud of a dad.
What kind of husband lets the debt go bad?
You’ve gottae move, you’ve gottae get a gun,
You’ve gottae move, before the bailiffs come.
You’ve gottae go, ‘cause it’s the end of the run.
You’re undone.
Re-possessin all I own,
Fear the postman, fear the phone.
I can’t hide it any more, he’s gonnae come
And re-possess ma soul.
When you’re made of money and the money goes.
You’re made of nothin, gonnae be exposed.
You’ve gottae get a gun
You’ve gottae get a gun
You’ve gottae get a gun
You’ve gottae get a gun
Comin to debt-collect
Comin to re-possess
Ma soul.
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7. |
Consumption
03:21
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All you can eat, till ye can get to your feet
Till ye can’t get out of bed, or lift your head
Made ye much bigger
We eat our young, eat the future, eat the sun
Eat the best before it comes, then throw it up
Made ye much slimmer
Consumption made ye much meaner,
Consumption made ye much leaner
Consumption made ye much cheaper,
Consumption made ye much louder
They’re fallin from the sky, all of the birds
They’re far too fat to fly, they’re gonnae die
I’m choking on the tit, can’t slake the thirst
Can’t get enough of it, suck till I burst
Can’t compete, faster, cheaper in the east
They tell you, you’re obsolete, you’re the past
One of the losers
But you’ll be the best, go out with the biggest bang
Take as many as ye can when ye go
You on the front page
Consumption made ye feel smaller,
Consumption made ye act taller
Consumption rode ye much harder,
Consumption pushed your head under
They’re fallin from the sky, all of the birds
They’re far too fat to fly, they’re gonnae die
I’m choking on the tit, can’t slake the thirst
Can’t get enough of it, suck till I burst
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8. |
The Surfer
03:00
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The same old news today, as every other day.
The TV’s all repeats, got sympathy fatigue.
SURF on misery, SURF on tragedy.
SURF on fire and flood, SURF on bones and blood.
‘Cause there’s no depth to me,
No more than what you see,
All smiles, no tears, no pain, no hopes, no fears
No love, no hate, no, none of it touches me
I’m the surfer, surfin on a sea
Sea of corpses, rollin under me
See ma sun tan, see ma pearly teeth
See ma body beautiful, I’m healthy, fit and free,
Won’t ever get to me,
Murder, torture, bloodbath, slaughter,
Crashin over me.
There’s famine and disease, a million blights like these
A war on channel one, I turn it off there’s nothin on
SURF self-immolation, SURF decapitation
SURF in Abu-Ghraib, go surfin USA
‘Cause there’s a depth to me,
More than I’ll let you see,
No smiles, all tears, all pain, all hopes, all fears
All love, all hate, it’s gettin that I can’t breathe.
I’m the surfer, surfin on a sea
Sea of corpses, rollin under me
See ma sun tan, see ma pearly teeth
See ma body beautiful, I’m healthy, fit and free,
Won’t ever get to me,
Murder, torture, bloodbath, slaughter,
Crashin over me.
‘Cause life’s a beach, when you’re out of reach,
Of the outstretched hands, from the hell beneath.
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9. |
Kill Me
06:18
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Wash me, dress me, feed me, kill me.
The only one who can still me.
The only one that can fillfool me.
Wash me, dress me, feed me, kill me.
Hypnotize me, paralyze me,
Please, please, anaesthetize me,
Put me down, pacify me.
Hypnotize me, paralyze me.
Put the drink into my hand,
Lead me to the promised land.
I’ve been here for far too long.
Take me back where I belong.
I surrender to the cup.
Pull me under, raise me up.
Pull me under, raise me up.
Pull me under,
Raise me up
Raise me up
Raise me up
Raise me up
Wash me, dress me, feed me, kill me.
The only one who can still me.
The only one that can fillfool me.
Wash me, dress me, feed me, kill me.
Feed the pretty pictures to me
Turn on the TV, let it blind me
Let the wide screen narrow-mind me
Wash me, dress me, feed me, kill me.
Wash me, dress me, feed me, kill me.
Wash me, dress me, feed me, kill me.
Wash me, dress me, feed me, kill me.
Wash me, dress me, feed me, kill me.
The only one who can still me.
The only one that can fillfool me.
Wash me, dress me, feed me, kill me.
Hypnotize me, paralyze me,
Please, please, anaesthetize me,
Put me down, pacify me.
Hypnotize me, paralyze me.
Put the drink into my hand,
Lead me to the promised land.
I’ve been here for far too long.
Take me back where I belong.
I surrender to the cup.
Pull me under, raise me up.
Hypnotize me, paralyze me
Feed the pretty pictures to me
Turn on the TV, let it blind me
Let the wide screen narrow-mind me
On ma way home, not far to go.
Why I was ever here, I’ll never know.
I’m full of light, I’m hardly here.
I feel sweet nothin nibblin at my ear.
Wash me, dress me, feed me, kill me.
Wash me, dress me,
Kill Me
Kill Me
Kill Me
Kill Me
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10. |
Dirty Honey
06:35
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Holds me like a last request
Fucks me like a girl condemned
Like she won’t get the chance again
She’s as good as it can get
But every now and then, it gets too much for her
Or not enough for her
She disappears for days and goes off on a spree
And fucks around on me, and fucks around on me
What can I do? I still love you.
No other girl makes me feel
Like you
Like you do
Remember you found Jesus, but Jesus came between us
So Jesus had to go, he just had to go
Ye dropped him for the bottle, ye never do things normally
Ye’re always back to front, ye’re always back to front
Dirty Honey, dirty honey, dirty honey, dirty honey
So ye’ve done it once again,
And finished us now, that’s the end
But then ye look at me that way,
And say ‘Come and take the pain away’
But how can I kiss those lips?
That mouth, those fingertips?
When I know where they’ve been?
How can I stay, when you go on this way?
It’s like they’re rapin me, it tears me up inside
It’s not just you, I feel it too
The weight of this world
Bearin down
On you
On us two
Dirty Honey, dirty honey, dirty honey, dirty honey
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Drunk Gods Glasgow, UK
Drunk Gods is a death-defying solo artist who has turned away from the light and come back from the brink twice so
far.
Growing up in the shadow of his local slaughterhouse, while sharing a room with his aging and dying grandfather, it was always going to end badly and his songs reflect that: dark melodic post-punk; howls and hymns which buck and kick like trapped and dying animals.
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