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Fleabite
05:13
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I will get us out of this mess
At the end of the day, life's a test
Just trust me once; I promise you won't regret
There's nothing to lose when you're virtually dead
You drone on and on about what's next
I'll have none of it, no thanks
You drone on and on about what's next
I've had none of it, no thanks
We told ourselves a lie
That we'd choose to live and not standby
But it's no different than a fucking pigsty
You get to be the mince in the pie
Oh, the systems are awash
Still, with hindsight, you proceed to rush
Left upon your skin like a fleabite
All the land is ours, red, green and lush
Oh, the systems are awash
From the moment you start, talk, kick your crutch
Left upon your skin like a horn-fly
All the land is ours, red, green and lush
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God Help Me
04:51
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God help me; nothing surprises me anymore
The lunatics have taken over the state
Don't keep me here, or I'll be late
I read the news today
It's a wonder I pay.
A computer has won the Nobel prize
It charmed us all with its disguise
The universe, wrapped in a nutshell
"Fifty Shades" has outsold Orwell.
God help me; nothing surprises me anymore
Clocks go backwards, and years pass by
But they're all the same to my eye
Clocks go backwards; years pass by
But they're all the same to my eye
Clocks go backwards. Years pass by
But they're all the same to my eye
Clocks go backwards; years pass by
But they're all the same to my eye
Clocks go backwards, and years pass by
But they're all the same to my eye
Clocks go backwards; years pass by
Clocks go backwards. Years pass by
But they're all the same to my eye
Clocks go backwards; years pass by
But they're all the same to my eye
Clocks go backwards; years pass by
But they're all the same to my eye
Clocks go backwards. Years pass by
But they're all the same to my eye
Clocks go backwards, years pass by
But they're all the same to my eye.
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Reins and Bootstraps
03:09
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The gift that keeps on giving
It turns sour, and I don't think we're winning
This game that we play all night
We went far, but it all ends now
It's vain to Endure it all up to now
Crushed thorax, Coming undone
You pay all our debts in one
But where's the fun
Reins and the bootstraps will pull us up
When the reigns and the term times are done
And we're better than what we've become
Better for them, but we're not ours
I'll wait for your orders and desires
I'll man up when time comes, and I'm tired
But no one can hear my pleas forward
No one can do anything
Reins and the bootstraps will pull us up
When the reigns and the term times are done
And we're better than what we've become
Better for them, but we're not ours
Reins and the bootstraps will mould us now
When purpose and thought have died down
And we're better than what we'll become
Better for them, but we're not ours
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The Preacher
03:41
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I'm the son of a preacher who cares for all our lives
And the choir he preaches must always be on time
But he'll come around and ask them for the limelight
And to cover all the dirt with flower and cloth
We can try a whirlwind and not get flung up
We can get close and pray to a million stars
Say we're always conned and always falling out
But I know deep down it'll be he who falls into the wine
Caving to my demons over nought
Turn it over and make it all stop.
Heading on a flight, heading on the top
Turn around, and you're taking off your mask
Robes and crosses alight.
Holding up the cup
But I know that I'll get stuck
But I know I'll get up and walk away from the lot
So hold your line
Hold your line
I'm the son of a crescent moon, bright, broken in light
And she shines on a derelict church where sits a wildfire
The creaking of the boards sets up a funeral pyre
But I won't care much; to care is up to the next buyer
But I won't care much; to care is up to the next buyer
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6. |
The Undone Years
07:09
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"It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred
Then as I probed them one sprang up and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes
Lifting distressful hands as if to bless
And by his smile I knew that sullen hall
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell
With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground
And no guns thumped or down the flues made moan
"Strange friend" I said "here is no cause to mourn"
"None" said that other "save the undone years
The hopelessness Whatever hope is yours
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world
Which lies not calm in eyes or braided hair
But mocks the steady running of the hour
And if it grieves grieves richlier than here
For by my glee might many men have laughed
And of my weeping something had been left
Which must die now I mean the truth untold
The pity of war the pity war distilled
Now men will go content with what we spoiled
Or discontent boil bloody and be spilled
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress
None will break ranks though nations trek from progress
Courage was mine and I had mystery;
Wisdom was mine and I had mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled
Then when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint
I would have poured my spirit without stint
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were
"I am the enemy you killed my friend
I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold
Let us sleep now...." "
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Outerrings Durham, UK
Outerrings is an alternative/art-rock project inspired by heavy, classical, synth and guitar-lead
sounds.
Contributors and members to Outerrings are:
Oz Kiziltas (vocals/guitar/piano)
Samuel Shepherd (synths/electro-acoustics)
Elliot Cawood (lead guitar)
Sam White (bass)
Freddie Krone (drums)
Teddy Homes (drums)
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