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Lies and Failures
03:19
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2. |
Apology
03:53
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3. |
Lent
03:08
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4. |
Capitulation
04:56
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5. |
A Pattern Appears
02:23
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6. |
Siren
03:35
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7. |
Throw Down The Rope
02:48
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8. |
Dram
03:31
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9. |
No-one Here But Me
04:23
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12. |
You've Got To Get Mad
02:42
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You can choose to paint your background or keep shtum on where you've been.
You can care less where you end up and invent where you begin.
You can even tell your Gospel and be free from fear of spin
but, first, you've got to get mad.
Portraits of invaders will no longer guide your hand.
Your needs no longer governed by a brightly coloured brand.
A message worth repeating won't speak only to the gland
but, first, you've got to get mad.
Glamour won't won't disguise the horrors waiting underneath.
Their secret won't be kept despite the armour of it's sheath.
The foul will soon break ranks when the bonny bare their teeth
but, first, you've got to get mad.
The law will take it's lawful place behind the picket line.
It's baton facing outward and allegiance reassigned,
it'll tear off the insignia of the matriarch maligned
but, first, you've got to get mad.
You can tread where track won't take you, nevermore will land be locked.
You can occupy what's yours with no-one pointing at the clock.
You can make a neighbour welcome without pleading at the dock
but, first, you've got to get mad.
There'll be broadcasts of the handshakes from a camera ridden street.
There'll be news and information that'll knock you on your feet.
A simple 'yes' or 'no' will render hot air obsolete
but, first, you've got to get mad.
There'll be space to unfold memories and time to plot their course.
There'll be heat to thaw the frozen joints and hands to share the wars.
There'll at last be recognition of that final, lonely cause
but, first, you've got to get mad.
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13. |
The Quietness
03:37
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Catch yourself a penny's worth
and from the wave-bound ship alight.
Maintain the habit right from birth
and keep your field of vision slight.
Take your mind away from every
inclination thought instils.
Focus on the vial and it shall
answer prayers of latent will.
It lays you down, a child sedate
inside a crib with hidden bars.
It draws your gaze up to the ceiling
pointing out fictitious stars.
And in time you'll come to see
those hollow points of light.
You'll never question if you're free,
or ever doubt your sight.
Shrink and wither youth's unrest.
Fight expires before it's time,
but don't you mourn the childhood tests;
a tranquil hand commits no crime.
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14. |
Clive
04:46
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15. |
Stand Hill
04:19
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16. |
There
03:02
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We won't have to lift a finger, there's a bed that's ready made.
There's no old elite to overthrow, no debt that can't be paid.
The streets are paved with stone that makes the hill seem not so steep.
We'll forget what petty grievances keep citizens from sleep.
Here, your voice is ignored, your cross is erased,
your intent, no matter how pristine, will quickly be debased.
This is no job for the likes of us, no shift can we effect.
There are far too many of them too few of us reject.
Close accounts, burn the deeds,
pack what counts and leave the keys.
An easy life will find the ones who dare.
The pieces of the jigsaw will align
when we get there.
No taxes will be paid for any promises unmet.
We'll grow lazy, assured that those opposed will pose no threat.
The cop will never falter, the crop will never fail.
We can sink the ship that takes us having no more need to sail.
Here, your voice is ignored, your cross is erased,
your defence despite being undisputed deftly gets disgraced.
This is no job for the likes of us, no shift can we effect.
There are far too many of them too few of us reject.
Raid the jar, end affairs,
fire the car and sell the shares.
An easy life will find the ones who dare.
The weather will be never less than fine
when we get there.
Settle tabs, resign in type,
take the jabs and swallow hype.
An easy life will find the ones who dare.
There'll be little need to ever flex your spine
when we get there.
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Alternative Barnsley is a hyper-local blog promoting music, art, design, theatre and photograpy in
Barnsley.
Established Nov 2011.
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