1. |
I will not be dissolved
02:40
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I’m glad I was the one who hurt you so
So you could gore me up and drive me home
Shotgun, you’re ruining my gloom
You’re not like the rest,
Consider yourself one of the blessed
Acidic disrobed, get far away from me
I will not be dissolved.
Do you want something from the corner shop?
To make yourself a midnight molotov?
Run a red light light before you pick me up,
No fun, you’re running my gloom.
You’re not like the rest,
Consider yourself
One of the blessed
Acidic disrobed
Get far away from me
I will not be dissolved.
I’m not gonna call you
I’m done, I’m busy, I’m bored
But really you know every second I could
I would go by the hand of your sword
The years gone, I’m fastened I’ve basked in
The hunger, the longer, the shame
To know if you died where you were
It’d be under a different name.
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2. |
Welcome You All
05:02
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Soldier at the SHELL swears he wields the very gun
they used to shoot the white stag in Bootle
Said “If you read between the lines,
It spells an obvious decline,
‘cause now the stags are shooting people”.
So what was I supposed to believe in now?
With the world so cut and thrust you find the flag is what you trust,
I just don’t see no-one waving a white one.
We welcome you all
We’ve conspired to try divide you
We Welcome you all
Rally your senses to the leeches pretences
I’m talking to the ones that persist
Between the leeches and the activists
Calcifying in your state of mind
Clear of the firing line.
The echo of your fist defeats resist
A common a feature of the pessimists
You people are evolving by design
The apple of the leeches eye
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3. |
Private. Lightning
05:34
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The bees to feed the seeds to trees, they’ll grow.
Belching out the words until you’re hollow.
We’re praying on muddy knees,
And we’re desperate to believe ,
Someone, somewhere’s watching from the sidelines.
And you were my private lightning,
Shocking to the touch
You were my private lightning,
We’re long out of luck
There’s nothing wrong with the way I do my thing,
Speaking in tongues like, who’s this, who’s that?
Well listen up, baby, to the violence in your soul,
It’s coming to you through your stereo.
The riders drive a course between the legion.
Wide eyed and gallant, all you seem to have to do is feed them.
I wouldn’t expect you to understand,
You’re on the dark half of that ampersand
And you’ve got no time for differing opinion.
And you were my private lightning,
Shocking to the touch
You were my private lightning,
We’re long out of luck
Three days and four months later,
Gunned down by the elevator,
In a casket, until the day.
Balance on my back and I
Push away.
But that’s when we came alive.
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4. |
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Resigned myself to the fleas
I won’t be unhappy or forthright
In the twilight hours of your life
We swallowed all the keys
Did they deserve it?
Did I pretend I heard it?
Still, I cradled your ego,
“Now, that’s a hard act to follow”.
Mystery mixture
Where I sank my tongue
You killed the mood in Amsterdam
Til you thought you was done.
Is there any sense to this release?
I hope that it feels like it’s alright
In the twilight hours of your life
We swallowed all the keys.
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Deepfake Country London, UK
Deepfake Country are a London and Midlands based two piece. Cass on guitar and vocals, Stan on drums and vocals.
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