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Monochrome
03:10
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We’re monochrome our lights are low,
In a room where no one goes,
A mystery, a sea of cold,
With nothing for you to hold.
A thousand hours of silence,
Constant black and white,
Constant black and white,
A stillness that’s violent,
We can move, our eyes are wide,
But we can’t see inside.
A metronomic constant beat,
That anchors your head and your feet,
Distances all vacuum sealed,
And nothing for you to feel.
A thousand hours of silence,
Constant black and white,
Constant black and white,
A stillness that’s violent,
We can move, our eyes are wide,
But we can’t see inside.
Bay of Rainbows, tranquil sea,
A desert of dust on a beach,
A motion-free Sargasso Sea,
The door is locked and there’s no key.
A thousand hours of silence,
Constant black and white,
Constant black and white,
A stillness that’s violent,
We can move, our eyes are wide,
But we can’t see inside.
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The moon, the stars and all the planets have aligned,
Lined up in crocodile,
Hold the hand that reaches out to you,
Does it make you feel brand new?
The carousel,
Comes round again,
So you close your eyes,
And you count to ten.
A dreaming sleep,
A midnight lullaby,
A bright, white, satellite,
The most precious thing that you can hold in your hand,
Ultraviolet light.
The carousel,
Comes round again,
Close your eyes,
And you count to ten.
A carousel,
Shaped like a wedding ring,
Ties up everything,
Ties up everything,
A dreaming sleep,
A midnight lullaby,
Ultraviolet light,
Ultraviolet light.
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Anagram
03:09
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Silent and numb,
Moved to her slow cold arms,
You're crawling back under her thumb.
Sideways through time,
Revolving and spinning round,
A complicated paradigm.
Secretly hung on your hem,
Constantly making you wait for them,
Rolling her eyes as Niamh counts back from 10.
Refused what you saw,
A heart that is shatterproof,
Rehearsing an image ignored,
Lost and found,
Quietly shadow-form,
Searching for excitement and sound.
Secretly hung on your hem,
Constantly making you wait for them,
Rolling her eyes as Niamh counts back from 10.
Attached to the roof,
Anagram proof,
Something is wrong but you try to improve,
Never enough,
Never corrupt,
Something is wrong but you can't interrupt.
Opportunity comes out of a clear blue sky,
Message from your heart to your hand,
Intention to climb into those open arms,
Accelerated and in demand.
Secretly hung on your hem,
Constantly making you wait for them,
Rolling her eyes as Niamh counts back from 10.
Attached to the roof,
Anagram proof,
Something is wrong but you try to improve,
Never enough,
Never corrupt,
Something is wrong but you can't interrupt.
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4. |
1000 Super Fans
03:22
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We got your message,
Read your text,
Received your e-mail epithet.
Success comes in cans, Alan Greenspan,
Success on demand, Herbert von Karajan,
The search begins,
For one thousand super fans.
Business interest,
Clued us in,
To the benefits,
Commitment brings.
Success comes in cans, "Wim" van Hanegem,
Success on demand, Christa Päffgen,
For one thousand super fans.
Read your literature,
Your trivia,
Embraced your Social,
Media.
Lift your finger,
Spread your news,
Where's your touchpaper,
To light your fuse?
Success comes in cans, Pierre de Coubertin,
Success on demand, Louis Farrakhan,
On the beaches, in the woods,
In our troubled neighbourhoods,
Out-of-towners,
Single dads,
Teenage misfits,
Persian nomads.
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