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The Internationale
00:22
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Cassiopeia
04:26
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Voyager One, so far from everyone.
Voyager Two, we never said goodbye to you.
Voyager One, so far from everyone.
Voyager Two, we never said goodbye to you.
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All I asked was for your love,
And you brought me a Kalashnikov.
All these connections,
Where did it go wrong?
Where have friends and lovers gone,
Was there a rogue Atomic Bomb?
Barry was an arms dealer.
Barry was an arms dealer.
When I met you at Law School,
You seemed so icy cool;
Velvets and Polyrock,
Now you’re selling Glock.
Everyone’s ephemeral,
If you speak architectural.
Barry was an arms dealer.
Barry was an arms dealer.
Oh, Barry, I’m sorry
Oh Barry, you’re lost.
Oh, Barry, you’re dead to me.
Oh Barry, we’re lost.
Oh, Barry, I’m sorry
Oh Barry, you’re lost.
Oh, Barry, you’re dead to me.
Oh Barry, we’re lost.
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4. |
You Will Struggle
04:37
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I went looking for love,
Bare my soul for the world to see
Made a pact with the Gods,
And the laws of relativity
Maybe if you looked after yourself,
Went to the gym, thought of yourself,
A change of clothes, something you need
Sort out your hair, it's tragic indeed;
Tragic indeed.
There's someone out there for everyone
For the sad and lonely
For the desperate and fussy
And the birds and the bees
There's someone out there for everyone
Moving from heartbreak to agony.
Seven billion or more,
People walk on the earth today.
I can hope and implore,
Just one might look my way
Sorry to say, that you're not my type
You seem pretty nice but your face isn't right
You will struggle, to find a wife
No shame on being alone all your life.
Alone all your life.
There's someone out there for everyone
For the sad and lonely
For the desperate and fussy
And the birds and the bees
There's someone out there for everyone
Moving from heartbreak to agony
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5. |
One Two Seven
03:56
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One Two Seven.
One Two Seven, Disco Heaven.
One Two Eight, Disco Hate.
One Two Seven, Disco Heaven.
One Two Eight, Disco Hate.
One Two Seven, Disco Heaven.
One Two Eight, Disco Hate.
One Two Seven, Disco Heaven.
One Two Eight, Disco Hate.
One Two Seven, Disco Heaven.
One Two Eight, Disco Hate.
One Two Seven, One Two Eight.
One Two Seven, One Two Seven
One Two Seven, One Two Eight.
One Two Seven, Disco Heaven.
One Two Eight, Disco Hate.
One Two Seven, Disco Heaven.
One Two Eight, Disco Hate.
One Two Seven.
One Two Seven.
One Two…. Seven.
One Two Seven.
One Two Seven.
One Two…. Seven.
Seven.
Disco, Disco, Disco, Disco, Disco, Disco, Disco….
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6. |
Fax Message Breakup
03:32
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You’re optimistic; you’re living the dream.
Your face is known across the scene.
Healthy in mind and wellbeing;
Obsession, perfection, so obscene.
I can’t do this anymore.
I don’t know what it’s for.
I can’t do this anymore.
I don’t know what it’s for.
I sold some records, but not a lot.
I won’t be floating Happy Robots.
And now my synths are in the loft,
Even the moog that was on ‘Make it Soft’
I can’t do this anymore.
I don’t know what it’s for.
I can’t do this anymore.
I don’t know what it’s for
I can’t do this anymore.
I don’t know what it’s for.
I can’t do this anymore.
I don’t know what it’s for
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7. |
Baby Robot
03:50
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8. |
The Blue Cloud
03:41
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I wrote your number on the back of a napkin
You wanted Valium I only had aspirin
[Guilt, insecurity, nervousness, shame]
Sun rises over the Peckham skyline,
Ignore instructions they’re only a guideline.
[Depression, denial ,lethargy, pain]
Therapist getting the wrong impression,
Sometimes I think I should just go to confession.
[Anxious, fearful, panicked, blame]
We burn like the darkest stars
We burn like the darkest stars
This hot feeling, starting in my chest,
It is not love, I can keep myself dressed.
[Guilt, insecurity, nervousness, shame]
Here it comes I can feel now it’s rising,
Making it worse with internal chastising.
[Depression, denial, lethargy, pain]
Cold sweats there in my palm,
If I can dance I just might achieve calm.
[Anxious, fearful, panicked, blame]
We burn like the darkest stars
We burn like the darkest stars
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9. |
Fenchurch Street
03:38
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I have such unnatural fears
The Blackwall Tunnel,
The Southend pier.
I’d swap London’s tower blocks,
For a night with you, at Tilbury Docks.
So I met this bloke. at Fenchurch Street.
I was minding my business just reading Heat
He told me he always wondered,
how to kiss a girl from Chafford Hundred.
I said I couldn’t help I was from Ockendon.
And he ran off to his train on platform ten
After I wished I hadn’t told that lie to him
I’m from Basildon.
Fell in love with an Essex Girl
Let me into your Essex World.
Fell in love with an Essex Girl
Let me into your Essex World.
You seem to me, out of my reach
As we stood on Shoeburyness Beach.
I’d swap London’s city life,
For Canvey Island as man and wife.
I saw that guy again after about a week
Train late, signaling problems in Purfleet.
He came out of Tie Rack and bought an umbrella
Definitely not my normal type of fella.
He came up to me and said can I buy you a drink,
I said mate I’m not a cheap as you think.
And I told him straight out he had got me all wrong,
I’m from Basildon.
Fell in love with an Essex Girl
Let me into your Essex World.
Fell in love with an Essex Girl
Let me into your Essex World.
Fell in love with an Essex Girl
Let me into your Essex World.
Fell in love with an Essex Girl
Let me into your Essex World.
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10. |
Black Dog
06:55
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Well I don’t know when,
This Black Dog descended upon my home,
And followed me there on.
For there must have been,
Some switch, inside that got flicked
And turned this dog on.
Black Dog, this is not your home
Black Dog, leave me alone
Black Dog, this is not your home
Black Dog, leave me alone
It could be anywhere,
A bus a plane or in your home,
And then she jumps and bites you.
All this anxiety, can’t be that good for me.
And if a Black and Decker
Drilled a hole into my head,
Would it let this dog out?
Black Dog, this is not your home
Black Dog, leave me alone
Black Dog, this is not your home
Black Dog, leave me alone
Black Dog, this is not your home
Black Dog, leave me alone
Black Dog, this is not your home
Black Dog, leave me alone
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Rodney Cromwell London, UK
Rod makes music on old synths, kids toys and guitars from Argos.
Released on Happy Robots Records.
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