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Nasty Business
04:03
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So you want to win the parking wars
Get the top job
Despite your fatal flaws
Get away with screwing your wife’s flying monkey
Retire early to a place in the country
Get the rewards with none of the work
Leave your detractors in a world of hurt
Burn down the church while your ex gets re-wed
Seem to punch above your weight in the bed
If you want some nasty business
Or you need some dirty tricks
I’m your man
Wear Father Cotton’s cassock the wrong way round
Paint an eye on the nose of Coco the Clown
All you need to do is follow these lines
When you’ve replaced your skin with lemon rind
Put a fly’s heart in the empty shell
Of the bullet Hitler used to shoot himself
Swallow it whole while saying the spell
Cross my heart and hope to Hell
If you want some nasty business
Or you need some dirty tricks
I’m your man
Can you smell Daz and Benzedrine?
I’m here to assist with your evil scheme
I’ll serve it you on a plate to eat
Can you taste dirt and rotten meat?
You put a foot wrong when you worked the charm
Now it will cost you a leg and an arm
And you head and your heart
And your soul and your balls
I’m dragging you back through a crack in the wall
If you want some nasty business
Or you need some dirty tricks
I’m your man
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2. |
My Desolation
03:20
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Well the sun comes up on
Another cold day in hell
She’s an ice cold queen with
A lot of broken hearts to sell
She’s my revolution
My revelation
My revolution
My desolation
Take a walk through the city
As the people start falling down
Take a look at the skyline
As the bombs rain all around
She’s my revolution
My revelation
My revolution
My desolation
And now the temperature’s rising
I can feel it across the land
They're taking back their nation
From an oligarch’s cold dead hand
She’s my revolution
My revelation
My revolution
My desolation
She’s my revolution
My revelation
My revolution
My desolation
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3. |
Car Crash Ikebana
03:55
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Before the houselights
As a guilty love theme plays
We slip away into the late afternoon
Sunday nightmare
Car Crash Ikebana
Eyes screwed up
My hand numb from the crush
Between your legs
A Romeo and Juliet
Risen on the third day
From a fake suicide
Car Crash Ikebana
We’ve grown terribly, terribly old
We get into your car
I can’t drive
I won’t drive
We arrange ourselves
In a final nose dive
Car Crash Ikebana
Your collision implants look divine tonight
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4. |
Piano
02:58
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And so you step back
To take the applause
You took me for an idiot
It’s how you made me yours
You played a little mind game
And now we’re playing my game
I said
You said
She said
You think you’re The One
You’re not even the only one
Who said you needed me
You don’t even know who I am
The distant thunder of my white horse
Com e white horses
Taking the child in me
You played a little mind game
And now you’re playing
I said
You said
She said
You think you’re The One
You’re not even the only one
Who said you needed me
You don’t even know who I am
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5. |
Banshee
03:26
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And I don’t know if I can take another day of being fake
And dressing down
To keep you safe
From my banshee whine
I am dreaming of the day I get you back
Finding my voice on the day I get you back
You look at me like I am dirt
I pretend it doesn’t hurt
Sticks and stones to break my bones
To make me sick inside
I am dreaming of the day I get you back
Finding my voice on the day I get you back
Wait outside to beat me up
What if I have had enough?
My bark is much worse than my bite
And is that a crime?
I am dreaming of the day I get you back
Finding my voice on the day I get you back
You judge a book but you can’t read
But you love to make me bleed
I can’t wait for you to scream
From my banshee whine
I am dreaming of the day I get you back
Finding my voice on the day I get you back
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6. |
The Science Faction
03:14
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Pressed into The Science Faction
Replace my skin with icy chrome
Cut me up and put me back together
Cut me up and rewrite my code
Take my veins and give me your wires
Make this eye telephoto lens
Tune the other infrared and ultraviolet
Pour my flesh into synthetic blend
Pressed into The Science Faction
Replace my skin with icy chrome
Cut me up and put me back together
Cut me up and rewrite my code
Turn my sex into vibrating plastic
Change my feelings into memes
Drain my blood and give me liquid Hydrogen
Pump my heart with geothermal steam
Pressed into The Science Faction
Replace my skin with icy chrome
Cut me up and put me back together
Cut me up and rewrite my code
I‘d be clockwork rather than this bone machine
Analogue to perfect binary
Shut me down and reboot me
Pressed into The Science Faction
Replace my skin with icy chrome
Cut me up and put me back together
Cut me up and rewrite my code
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7. |
The Cocktail Party
03:29
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An invitation
To an evening for the recently vague
In the grey room
Everyone is fashionably late
We dance by standing still
Everybody face the wall
Come and join us if you will
Turn the lights out
Dress up in anger
Wrap all your troubles in chains
Out of focus
We’ll never see you again
We dance by standing still
Everybody face the wall
Come and join us if you will
Turn the lights out
We spike the punch
With tincture of could have been
Are you having a good time tonight?
Step over the bodies
And enter the cocktail party
We dance by standing still
Everybody face the wall
Come and join us if you will
Turn the lights out
Turn the lights out
Step over the bodies
Turn the lights out
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8. |
Die Neue Gotik
03:56
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Wo sind die madschen die alle Schwartz gekleidet sind?
Doe Mittenacht Schwestern sind fortgegangen
Komm zuruck and nimm mich mit
Ich mochte night bei menschne bleiben die glauben das
Die Neue Gotik is die gleibe wie die Alte Gotik
Sie wartern im geheimen untergang auf dich
Mary Shelly schwangen mit dem ‘New Prometheus’
Die Neue Gotik is die gleibe wie die Alte Gotik
Keine enschuldinung dafur langweilig zusein
Male den gesicht weiss
An und trinke blut, nicht wien
Triff mich an eninem grab
Wo die toten tanzen konnen
Wo die kunst lebt
Und die arkitektur brennt
Die Neue Gotik is die gleibe wie die Alte Gotik
It’s a gothic revival
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9. |
Good Intentions
03:32
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Breaking like a wave
On a beach that’s been polluted
As you pull away
You take a dirty piece of me
Dredging up the past
You say that you won’t still be waiting
Purgatory’s the same
As watching us on television
Are you hoping for the best?
Watching helpless as the night draws in
We rob the poor to pay the rich
Evading taxes on the wages of sin
The road to hell is paved with gold
Made from teeth we pulled form dead refugees
You’re no better than me
A champagne communist
With social anxiety
Are you hoping for the best?
Watching helpless as the night draws in
We rob the poor to pay the rich
Evading taxes on the wages of sin
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10. |
A Better Inquisition
03:27
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Something’s gone wrong
In the generation game
Too many me me me me mes
You better find someone to blame
In A Better Inquisition
Round up all the alphas, anti-vaxers and accountants
Round up all the Buddhas and the bounders and the breeders
Round up Jesus Creepers, Cattle Barons and crusaders
Round up all the dentists, the deniers and date rapists
In A Better Inquisition
Something’s gone wrong
With the money machine
You think that it’s time to move to Mars
We think it’s time to come clean
In A Better Inquisition
Round up elephant poachers, endomorphs and Exit voters
Round up white funk players, hipster fascists and mind flayers
Round up pro-gun goons, Gerry Human, Gary Glitter
Round up ignorant, intolerants and hypocritters
In A Better Inquisition
Something’s gone wrong with everything
Round up everyone
Something’s gone with the information stream
You don’t know who to believe
Just buy things
And vote for me
And A Better Inquisition
Round up influencers, the judgemental, King-Fu Zensters
Round up lawyers, liars, missionaries and suppliers
Round up the Pro-lifers, profiteers and politicians
Round up wet white witches, the whole Rich List and their snitches
In A Better Inquisition
Better?
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11. |
Boris Karloff
04:50
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black and white
see the electrodes
cold on the slab
Boris Karloff’s alive
the generators start to hum
the body parts are all as one
storm clouds gathering all around us
Boris Karloff’s alive
Boris Karloff’s alive
Boris Karloff’s alive
treasures of the grave are here
the body snatchers touch
The night time winds are howling
and the lightning's deadly flash
the virgin corpse to be his bride
her lips so ruby red
the wedding guests are gathered now
in cold formaldehyde
Boris Karloff’s alive
Boris Karloff’s alive
stand clear and let the current flow
the scientific choice
breathe air into the pieces
give lifeless lungs their voice
step back and marvel now
behold the demigod
brought back to life before your eyes
defying nature's curse
Boris Karloff’s alive
Boris Karloff’s alive
what we have witnessed here
will change the world
we'll never be the same
we have the power now to bring us back
from death's final embrace
I now must rest
my work is done
I give you reborn man
no one will doubt my genius
beyond the mortal realms
Boris Karloff’s alive
(repeat)
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12. |
Tomorrow
03:56
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They sit apart
Silently together
Imagining the good times yet to come to pass
Eggs inside sounds delight
Shooting out the eyes
Ecstasy and energy
Energy and Lies
Tomorrow we change the world
The future is bright
There is no air
Nearby dull moaning dies
Stifled by repressive lies
After the empty grind
Tomorrow we change the world
After all this
Before all that
No secrets
No lies
Unexplained late nights
Of rocket dogs and Catherine Wheel cats
Jacking your trade
Master of dumbshow murder
Tomorrow we change the world
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Graphix Eastbourne, UK
Outrageous UK live debut 1984. Narrowly missed out on record deals and subsequent fame/fortune by quietly imploding before end of decade. Music lives on in covers of anthem ‘Apeman’ - big in Japan. Members continued in music separately in bands as diverse as The Cuban Boys; Network23 & Now Zero. Briefly reunited to revisit the joys of the old gothic. Not the same as the new gothic ... more
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