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Shaving seconds off my hour,
Sweet, with the faintest drop of sour.
Never felt like a heavy touch
Butterfly wings against an angry punch.
But the warning signs were there
Drove passed a man with a granite stare
He alluded to another sense
Now I’m trapped in a razored fence.
Minor threat, minor threat, minor threat, minor threat,
Now a major problem, major problem, major problem, major problem.
Minor threat, minor threat, minor threat, minor threat,
Now a major problem, major problem, major problem, major problem.
How many subtleties do you notice,
Arrogance is a lazy substance
One drip in a hairline crack
This house is laying down on its back.
Well careful what you grow, cos you’re growing something
Stains on your suit and your stomach grumbling.
Little twitch flicking in your eye
Sending morse code signals ‘cross enemy lines.
Minor threat, minor threat, minor threat, minor threat,
Now a major problem, major problem, major problem, major problem.
Minor threat, minor threat, minor threat, minor threat,
Now a major problem, major problem, major problem, major problem.
You’ve underestimated your overestimation,
Over-inflated simplification.
Each side is building towers in languages you don’t know
Your head is full of hatred and your home is full of crows.
Minor threat, minor threat, minor threat, minor threat,
Now a major problem, major problem, major problem, major problem.
Minor threat, minor threat, minor threat, minor threat,
Now a major problem, major problem, major problem, major problem.
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Hole In My Pocket
03:07
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The blanket that soothes us, the happy in stasis
the rapturing hands of the typical faces.
Well I rose to the target, in my head I won it
But the real cut the deal with the fastest and hungriest.
I pose like the father, injecting my drama
but then fate dealt the hand and I caught it and dropped it.
I’m the bad omen forced by satirical jostling
but when push comes to shove, in my bank, there is nothing.
Well I need it and want it but just didn’t say,
cos there’s a hole in my pocket, a grin on their face.
The more intensely I chase it, the faster it fades
See their explicit rejoice, my internal disgrace.
Well I ripped up and sewed up the the thread that exceeds us
but then quietly spoke that they “just didn’t need us”
I am good at reversing, in hindsight I’m glorious
but that only adds to my unpublished story.
Well I need it and want it but just didn’t say,
cos there’s a hole in my pocket, a grin on their face.
The more intensely I chase it, the faster it fades
See their explicit rejoice, my internal disgrace.
I am broken but open, you can’t write me off
you see I’m wholesome and evidently not what they’re of.
But it now starts to matter, the chains loudly clatter,
I’ll unleash the unsaid through the veins of my matter.
Well I need it and want it but just didn’t say,
cos there’s a hole in my pocket, a grin on their face.
The more intensely I chase it, the faster it fades
See their explicit rejoice, my internal disgrace.
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Hunter
03:05
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I sense this freedom expand, transcending the land
This wind is pummeling me
As fortune suffers its hand and shifts upon sands
And fields drifting free
Hunter all through the land, as we expanded from Africa
Hunter all through the land, as we expanded from Africa
Our hope is up in the sky, keeps my thirst from going dry
Yet the sun is mesmerizing me.
A hunger shifts through my hands, carving unconscious plans
Keeping me feeding.
Hunter all through the land, as we expanded from Africa
Hunter all through the land, as we expanded from Africa
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Mouth
02:48
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You can make the run but I can see where you’ve gone
You can hide the trail but you can still be found.
You can say the words, but can you back them up?
What’s the philosophy? It pulls your insides out.
Check the delivery, it makes your soul come down
In the spotlight, that knows no bounds.
You can stand there proud, but you’re burning on the spot
Until your skeleton reveals what you’ve got coming on out your mouth
M-m-m-mouth
Like a kick in the mouth
Well you’re not alone, cos we all see through the dark
Nothing but the best intention prevails
And you might well be what you think that you’re not.
So just spin around and then see whatever comes out your mouth.
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Medicine
03:30
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So jump on, this ship is sailing and your captain is sleeping
So steer the voyage up ahead to where this beat keeps on beating
of fear indulgent in the psyche of collapsing dissent
so sup the potion of the ocean building bigger intent.
Well it’s intoxicating marriage is the best of all things
hypnotic rhythms are decisions without corruption of thinking
that has forgotten the fine notes found in the source that I’m drinking
is filling up with the enchanting, yet the devil is sinking.
You got your medicine, oh so take your medicine
Don’t make me leave here now this tension is breathing
Spreading out to these four walls and blowing up to the ceiling
Spin me round and take me up aloft the stars that keep beaming
They’re spraying light down through the bars vibrating locks til they’re freeing
Unleashing beasts into the night and now the fever is catching
Chemicals are in my veins releasing dreams that keep scratching
Inside my throat and through my mouth and eyes
These babies are hatching and overwhelming at the size of this
I’ve tasted a fraction.
You got your medicine, oh so take your medicine
It’s a race to the bottom, then back to the top
You got your medicine, oh so take your medicine
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6. |
Stevie, You're A Halfwit
02:22
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All laid out, Stevie you’re a halfwit, man.
Stevie you’re a halfwit, man.
Stevie you’re a halfwit, man.
Drinking the rain while cursing the sky
Dancing with your sins and your head held high
There’s growling at each corner and you don’t know why
Plucking facts like bats being shot from the sky.
The fabric of nations is no long lost secret
Ideas spread like the air that you’re breathing
Your argument’s merited, you’re losing your heritage
The Nazis lost and it’s time that you dealt with it.
All laid out, Stevie you’re a halfwit, man.
Stevie you’re a halfwit, man.
Stevie you’re a halfwit, man.
In groups, out groups, rallying the troops
This force of nature out eating all the nukes
Rabbit in a headlight, scared into pursuit
The lost sheep climbing in a fanged wolf suit.
Ears blocked, standing, shouting in the mirror
The wolves are hungry and it’s Muslims for dinner,
Lefties for lunch, then party with your brothers
A bigotonian land, would turn on each other.
All laid out, Stevie you’re a halfwit, man.
Stevie you’re a halfwit, man.
Stevie you’re a halfwit, man.
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7. |
Draw The Line
01:54
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You said you’d draw the line,
You said you’d draw the line,
You said you’d draw the line,
You said you’d draw the line,
You said you’d change this time,
You said you’d change this time,
You said you’d change this time,
You said you’d change this time,
You said you’d fix it inside,
You said you’d fix it inside,
You said you’d fix it inside,
You said you’d fix it inside,
You said you’d turn the tide,
You said you’d turn the tide,
You said you’d turn the tide,
You said you’d turn the tide,
You took the easy ride,
You took the easy ride,
You took the easy ride,
You took the easy ride,
You will not draw the line
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Arrested
04:13
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With these loving hands, I will embrace
cos if I wait until I’m born again, I’ll be losing out.
And dripping from my eye is the spit from other blistered mouths.
Seeking revenge, dancing like a fooling craze,
leading all the weary strays out of here.
“Come back” the truth said, “come back, where are you gonna head?”
You are arrested, so let the people go
You are arrested, so let the people go
You are arrested, so drop the show
Face the canvas, oh the recipe
want the chop, to be the falling head
now I’m free from what the body holds when it’s bound by your constraints
Now what do you think of me without your frame?
and your stupid form of game has no meaning.
Control, while you crave some, ok now you're gonna get none.
You are arrested, so let the people go
You are arrested, so let the people go
You are arrested, so let the people go
You are arrested, so drop the show
If you feed on the vile, then you breed in abuse
If you feed on the vile, then you breed in abuse
So if you cut off the bile, then the air you will lose
Will get you kneeling, but we’re still breathing.
You are arrested, so let the people go
You are arrested, so let the people go
You are arrested, so let the people go
You are arrested, so let the people go
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9. |
I'm Not Tired
04:37
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Old dreams, new rhymes
Sub-teams, shared rides
Big screams, sky high
Inside, child-like
Outside, alright
Face up, eyes wide
Racing in mind
Pacing, no time to hide
No time to hide
I’m not tired, I’m just done
I’ve reached the time, to move on
Throw your minds, to the floor
Feed the lions, at the door…
…to the new moon
Weed smoke, soft plume
Singing, new moves
Wrong words, too smooth
Too fast, too soon
Tasting wise fruit.
Diamond, cut through
All have, everything to prove
I’m not tired, I’m just done
I’ve reached the time, to move on
Throw your minds, to the floor
Feed the lions, at the door.
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As the fog lays down, getting ready for its sleep
The breathy clouds pulse up from within the leafy keep
The fleeting peace just a stage set, braced for an alarm
Like sniffing foxes scything through, they have come to do you harm.
Flicked switch, frantic,
unwrapping of a gift this brutal world has offered up.
Make it sharp and keep it swift.
But a child is in the eyes of the awaiting casualty
And their resonating words mounting up into a plea, saying,
Please don’t take me for granted
Like a heartbeat stopping before it has started
Please don’t destroy our advantage
All these talents, dreams, joys, crushed into the carnage.
Mirror mirror talking, what can you tell me?
Is there any way back? Cos these shoulders are heavy
Will we find an answer? Will we build a new home?
He said “you won’t like what I’m thinking get your lawyers on the phone.”
There’s a way out of the woods but sacrifices are needed
To clear the trouble in the air, that can tear you to pieces
You think you have it bad now, with all these mouths that need feeding?
What if they climb onto your back as you start escaping?
They’re saying,
Please don’t take me for granted
Like a heartbeat stopping before it has started
Please don’t destroy our advantage
All these talents, dreams, joys, crushed into the carnage.
Remember when the bonds were solid
We’d built up around them
So we could satisfy needs and flourish with leisurely feats.
Utilities and charity seeds into magnificent trees
to bridge adversities.
United dreams, unreachable peace
Glorious freedom from psychotic disease.
These are now memories.
These are now memories.
Please don’t take me for granted
Like a heartbeat stopping before it has started
Please don’t destroy our advantage
All these talents, dreams, joys, crushed into the carnage.
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aCivilian Norwich, UK
"Totally unique...I found myself captivated by the entire album" Artrocker.
aCivilian,
created by Norfolk’s Phil Critten, cites a variety of influences, including Roots Manuva and Rage Against the Machine, and twists the clichés of modern songwriting into compositions that are gritty, poetic, and hugely accessible.
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