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1. |
Hollow (Rat Race)
05:38
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People they may follow
But it's really so hollow
Got my head down in a burrow
Like im waiting for tomorrow
Isle of Islay drown my sorrow
Now I'm on the straight and narrow
Dark figures in the shadows
I'm filling up my barrow
Like what can I borrow?
Back in the rat race
Serving a phat plate
Grab your attache case, slapping your fat face
Snap, how's that taste? mouse and the cat chase
Payback a flat rate, Pete's sake, house is
Sold better cuddle up
Cold better huddle up
Dont get muddled up, move better saddle up
Dry with a sudden thirst, don't let the bubble burst
Not getting any worse, universe bumbling
1 step forward, 2 steps back
Now who said that, its a moving trap
Got my shoes intact, now I'm losing track
And I'm cruising back with a sat nav, god damn
Like im in a film but I dunno what scene im in
I should've been something less ambivalent
There would've been no kidding much dividends
That would've been so sweet like cinnamon
Rich make us all bow, bitch makes us all frown
Bound by the law now, slave with a chain and a ball
And a cinderella ball gown, domino fall down
Who you gonna call now, raw now
So stop pretending, will never bending
Give a bit of lending, race never ending
Shin dig ascending there's no repenting
People they may follow
But it's really so hollow
Got my head down in a burrow
Like im waiting for tomorrow
Isle of Islay drown my sorrow
Now I'm on the straight and narrow
Dark figures in the shadows
I'm filling up my barrow
Like what can I borrow?
How you ever gonna get a hundred grand
Without being underhand?
Came up with a cunning plan
Out with a gun in hand
Ending up a hunted man, that would be a bummer man
Plan became redundant man, want that
Habitat, house so elaborate
Floor not laminate, drinks in the cabinet
I'll have a little dab of that, that looks fabulous
Thank you for having us, I was getting ravenous
Dunno what I wanna buy, caterpillar butterfly
Greener on the other side, sing a sweeter lullaby
Not so subtle I, swim in a puddle, fly in a shuttle I, cry in a muddle
He's but a day old, look for the payroll
Not gonna stay low, rocking the labels
Mourning a man who was born in a stable
Call it a fable, able to disable
How you ever gonna get to sign them up
Then line them up, then divide them up
How you ever gonna get to light them up
Then decide who's up, then fight them up
How can you manage, collateral damage
Corpses they scavenge while smelling of lavender
Red and not sober, I'd rather not know but
I'm dreading the overdraft, come on man don't be daft
People they may follow
But it's really so hollow
Got my head down in a burrow
Like im waiting for tomorrow
Isle of islay drown my sorrow
Now I'm on the straight and narrow
Dark figures in the shadows
I'm filling up my barrow
Like what can I borrow?
People they may follow
But it's really so hollow
Got my head down in a burrow
Like im waiting for tomorrow
Isle of islay drown my sorrow
Now I'm on the straight and narrow
Dark figures in the shadows
I'm filling up my barrow
Like what can I borrow?
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2. |
Wound Up Dead
03:37
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Johnny didn't learn the code
Got phones over his lobes
Didn't look he crossed the road
He Wound up dead
Jenny liked to blether
Went hitchhiking any weather
But she's coming back never cos she
Wound up dead
Lucy had a pet snake
Liked to have a bedmate
Forgot to buy the pet bait
She wound up dead
Jimmy didn't like to chew
Sandwich he swallowed two
Head was the colour blue
He wound up dead
Tony didn't think
That he'd had too much to drink
Took his car over the brink
And he wound up dead
Call when you're bound up
Neighbours put the sound up
Six feet Round-Up
Wound up dead
Thought that you'd found luck
Look how they wound up
Quick, get down, duck
Wound up dead
Quick don't dilly dally
Silly Billy, Silly Sally
Went down a dark alley
Wound up dead
Careful your habitat
Earthquake, heart attack
Nice swim, shark attack
Wound up dead
Dark wood so frightening
Freak hit by lightning
Overdose on vitamins
Wound up dead
Impaled by an icicle
No brakes on your bicycle
Don't reheat your rice or you'll
Wind up dead
Call when you're bound up
Neighbours put the sound up
Six feet Round-Up
Wound up dead
Thought that you'd found luck
Look how they wound up
Quick, get down, duck
Wound up dead
Call when you're bound up
Neighbours put the sound up
Six feet Round-Up
Wound up dead
Thought that you'd found luck
Look how they wound up
Quick, get down, duck
Wound up dead
Whenever you're thinking you're safe in your habitat
Hell of a Hellico' happen to crash in that
Look at your neighbour, you're like "what you laughing at"?
Sucker recovers and suffers a heart attack
Didn't you think that he'd come back again
Evil intent, with a paper and pen
Hate to have thought what the end would've been
The key would've been just keeping your skin
Why would you catch it then leave it again
Touching the wood that they buried him in
Lucifer sits with a devilish grin
Taking you in with a litre of gin
Word stress, killable syllables
Captain coming to kill 'em all
Hazard a blow, with a second to go
Severed a bone now he'll never go home
Living inhibited, who are you kidding by
Sitting there riveted
Now that you figure your lungs and your liver dead
Clock 'll be ticking, your ticker is limited
Visit the Pyramids
Louis was clever and better than most
Maths and science he never would boast
But when he endeavoured to butter the toast
The slice got stuck and it started to roast
Jammed in a fork like a dangly dork
Ranking of pork like a gangrene corpse
Dead, riggormort, now he fed no more
Dead to the core, no bread, remorse
Call when you're bound up
Neighbours put the sound up
Six feet Round-Up
Wound up dead
Thought that you'd found luck
Look how they wound up
Quick, get down, duck
Wound up dead
Call when you're bound up
Neighbours put the sound up
Six feet Round-Up
Wound up dead
Thought that you'd found luck
Look how they wound up
Quick, get down, duck
Wound up dead
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3. |
Hold Up
02:46
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The story is mundane, plain John, plain Jane
Tame in the same lane, everyday the same rain
Feeling the same pain, tired of the paper game
Cracked under the strain, planned every damn thing
Switched off the main gain, pulled out the main gain
The main aim is maintain, fame is the end game
Wages are minimum, counting every shilling of them
Tennant in a tenement, wealth sweet like cinnamon
Don't wanna be killing men, but the debt needs filling in
Rob with no sentiment, escape holes they're drilling them
Don't move, put your hands up! stand in a stanza
Extravaganza , man up, pull your pants up
Follow the dollar, the caller who hollers
For favour you labour, for a taste of the flavour
Take a cut of the cheesecake, jelly your knees make
Shoot, your enemies break, hostages, please take
Gotta man on the outside, ships in at high tide
Just let the time bide, try not to die fried
Close your eyes and listen, I see a guy who's high on a mission
Defies definition, by your submission
Try, do or die in high definition
Above all suspicion
Stay on the same theme, not on the same team
Smooth op James Dean, money making machines
How they getting outta there, pigs got them surrounded
Gun shout sounded, moved but they floundered
Who's got the low down, speed up slow down
Swag ready to go now, who knows what's going down
Exit the tunnel and enter the daylight
Stay low and stay tight, the payday 'll pay right...
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4. |
Hermitage
04:41
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Sally and Shank didn't know romance
Sally was ugly and Shank was rank
But Shank didn't have anyone else to thank
Sally would drink and Shank drank
Shared a squat on a building site
Had no rats if they killed them right
Home for a home but it didn't feel right
No mans land where the children fight
The day he begged and Sally she tricked
The shops they lift, and if they were slick
Sometimes they robbed, the pockets they picked
From squat to squat, the pigs they evict
Sally was lonely, Shanks wasn't there
Shanks would bone and Shanks didn't care
Thinking if only he wasn't there
Having to roam, the cupboards were bare
Sally was gin and Shanks was sky
Shanks was absent, she always asked why
She'd ask the truth and Shanks would lie
You would have thought that Shanks wanted to die
Been out all night in a drinking den
Safe to say he wasn't thinking when
Got back home about six a.m
Lay next to his wife comatose agin
The alarm went off, got the fright of his life
Said "dammit, I gotta get home to my wife"
She'd had enough of the cheating and strife
Threw the phone in his face and picked up a knife
Screamed in his face, "where the hell have you been?"
Hit him in the head with a rolling pin
He went down like a bowling pin
She sat in the kitchen with a bottle of gin
Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding
The woman by which he was bitten
You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten
He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing
Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding
The woman by which he was bitten
You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten
He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing
She called up her brother said "you got to come over"
Five foot six not the heaviest load
Rolled up his body in back of the Rover
Dumped in the river now Shanks it's over
Drove off and waved to the corner
You know they felt bad for the loner
Thinking that he was going to hell to roam
But in fact it was only a coma
He woke up feeling the pain of a dagger
Got to the surface and out he staggered
If he wasn't before then now he was haggard
Headed to the centre in search of a lager
Got to the centre and begged on the street
Had a little nap on the hard concrete
Can of special brew then back on his feet
Sat back down, held his head and weeped
Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding
The woman by which he was bitten
You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten
He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing
He's open the lid, you're hoping he did
Wherever he hid, he could never get rid
The feeling's appealing, concealing the healing
The villain is still up for killing for shilling
You know when he's down in the gutter, he utters
A word to the wise and he stutters, he mutters
He's eating his bread and his butter, say's fuck it
No luck and its making him shudder, it's shut
In the back of his mind, lacking the time
Attacking the crime, hacking the mind
He walks, he roams, always alone
He chips his own tomb stone
Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding
The woman by which he was bitten
You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten
He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing
Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding
The woman by which he was bitten
You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten
He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing
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5. |
Merlot
03:24
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6. |
Who's That
04:39
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Who's That that taught laws
Fought wars and drew borders
Blew mortars, who slaughtered?
Black poison, blue water
You ought to, wake up to the New Order
Some sort of disorder
Distort the talk on the street corner
Who's that that trained troops
The same loop, blood stained boots
AK shoots, so stay put
CIA roots, a staged coup
You're paid to create proof
A great spoof, you hate to
But you make do, a paid truce
Fake truth, when the pay suits
Who's pulling strings, polling wins
Gets the dough
Who gets the market started
Who wants to know?
Whose team's behind the scenes
Who got gains to show?
Who's the puppet master bastard
Who controls the flow?
Whose team's behind the scenes
Who got gains to show?
Who's pulling strings, polling wins
Gets the dough
Who gets the market started
Who wants to know?
Whose team's behind the scenes
Who got gains to show?
Who's the puppet master bastard
Who controls the flow?
Who's that rude man, bad man, sand man
Don't have the time man, that's his features
Thinks he's a teacher, acts like a preacher
There to defeat you, that's the procedure
Draw that straight line, take yours, take mine
Set mine, protect mine, AK Tech Nine
More like war like, we like war like
You're like worn out, sawn off, drawn out
Who's that taught law, fought war, drew border
Blew mortars, who slaughtered
Black poison blue water
You ought to, wake up to the new order
Some sort of disorder
Distort the talk on the street corner
Who's that fat cat, sat with a flat cap
Back in a hatchback, tracked with a sat nav
Capture the capture, mad dash, cash back
Trapped in a flashback, hold that hashtag
Extract, exploit, exclaim, extinct
No track, no play, no claim, nothing
Run with the minimal, think subliminal
Tough like a criminal, cough it up, give it all
Who's that trained troop
Came from the same loop, CIA roots
Walk blood stained boots
Watch AK shoots, danger stay put
Men not stable, bring it to the table
Danger imminent, powder sediment
Light up, lightning, culture frightening
Set'em up, let'em in, blowing up tenements
Could've been, must've been
Blame it on the immigrants
Whose team's behind the scenes
Who got gains to show?
Who's the puppet master bastard
Who controls the flow?
Whose team's behind the scenes
Who got gains to show?
Who's the puppet master bastard
Who controls the flow?
Who's pulling strings, polling wins
Gets the dough
Who gets the market started
Who wants to know?
Whose team's behind the scenes
Who got gains to show?
Who's the puppet master bastard
Who controls the flow?
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7. |
Shanksville
03:17
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Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Shaks had no life, no job, no automobile
He had no money but Shanks never steals
He begged , he bets, he gets a happy meal
Sets eyes on the prize, now here's the deal
Somehow he falls straight head over heels
She's 5 foot 2 with six inch heels
He tries to cure, but he just won't heal
He bugged her, he begged her, she made him kneel
Little by little his layers he peeled
She wouldn't reveal , her lips were sealed
He told her how he felt, he told her how he feels
She said "sorry man, look you just dont appeal"
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
He stuttered, he staggered
Asked her hand in marriage
She said "Shanks, you're too old, you're too haggard"
The way that she said it was oh so savage
Then she took off in a runaway carriage
Shanks was like "Fuck, how am I gonna manage"
He felt mad, he felt sad, he felt damaged
He felt stuck, he felt sick, he felt sandwiched
Took himself home, hung himself in the garage
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
But the cord broke, sore heart broke
Still flat broke, with a dark hope
Try to keep hope, up a steep slope
No sleep though, Itchy feet so
Back on the road, looking for an abode
The melody grows, he's getting his dose
He's writing the words, something occurs
Inside he stirs, fly like a bird
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
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8. |
Tumblin' Towers
03:21
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9. |
Flight 120
02:17
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Whilst the sky was getting duller
I decide to get some colour
For every side there is another
You can hide, you can blubber
You can ease your debt with Easyjet
Hedge your bets with life or death
Mind your head and squeeze your legs
Bird or egg, the question begs
No P or R we like to queue
The bastard barged infant of you
Check your bag and check your shoes
Ask the terrorists for clues
They're imposing who they've chosen
The debating team they're closing
They've trumped your cards
They do play hard
Fatter than lard, secrets they guard
The lack of ground beneath my feet
A source of stress, I grind my teeth
Of course the foreign pilot speech
Lucky me or Lockerbie
Tourist guides, colonise
Trip advise, culture demise
Monetise, live or die
Who survives, buy your prize
Satisfaction never unbeaten
Soggy sandwich sitting uneaten
And my neighbours talking some bull
Engine rumble, imminent tumble
Flight crew mumble
Brace, brace
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10. |
Ida
04:16
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Ghostown Morecambe, UK
Making wonky hip hop since 98. Musician/Beatmaker/vocalist Rael from the UK expatriated to France where he created Ghostown. Bringing elements of tsigane folk music, electro, dub and trip hop to an unconventional uncompromising alternative hip hop festival which can't be pinned down or categorised. ... more
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