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Self Help
03:37
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Over we go
Over and over it we go, my my
The same old things
From here to there and back again, my my
Just to be heard in this
Cul-de-sac horror of broken dreams, our lives
Drink down the horror
Swallow all that pain
'Til you can't think anymore
And numb enough to do it again
Drink down the horror
Swallow all that pain
Always turn the other way
Maintain a happy home
Over we go
Over and over it we go, my my
We gather, relate, disperse
Over and over again, my my
Maybe we're already dead
And this is the hell we deserve, for wasting our lives
Drink down the horror
Swallow all that pain
'Til you can't think anymore
And numb enough to do it again
Drink down the horror
Swallow all that pain
Always turn the other way
Maintain a happy home
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2. |
FOF
04:22
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Oh this night, as far as I can't tell
It sits nowhere, no roads lead the way
From its cold, forgotten brutal calm
The blackened sky above, won't show the way
Too long the nights
Too long the days
That I can get away
Don't reach for old words, you know they are just lies
You sleep now you old fool
At least there you're quiet
What is the next line?
Another stolen rhymme
What is the next line?
Oh Christ, what is the next line?
Too long the nights
Too long the days
That I can get away
The limpid lives of sleeping dogs lain
The limpid lives of sleeping dogs lain
The limpid lives of we sleeping dogs lain
The limpid lives of we sleeping dogs lain
The limpid lives of we sleeping dogs lain
The limpid lives of sleeping dogs lain
The limpid lives of sleeping dogs lain
The limpid lives of sleeping dogs lain
Sleeping dogs lain
Sleeping dogs lain
Sleeping dogs lain
Sleeping dogs lain
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3. |
Joan Knight & Jacob Day
03:47
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Joan Knight in the dead of night
Killed her friends and then ran away, oh yeah
She'd booked a flight to Instabul
A place she loved since she was 22, oh yeah
In the lounge she got to drinkin'
With the drinkin' came the thinkin', oh yeah
What we do with our lives
Is what we do with our lives
What we do with our lives
Is what we do with our lives
And then we die
Jacob Day on St Stephen's Day
Hung himself in the hardware store, oh yeah
He'd wanted more since 24
All he got was latches, nails and saws
In the aisles he'd got to drinkin'
With the drinkin' came the thinkin', oh yeah
What we do with our lives
Is what we do with our lives
What we do with our lives
Is what we do with our lives
And then we die
And then we die
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4. |
The Wasps
06:29
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The old man, trapped, inside his disappearing world
Staring into the abyss, yeah, of their digital realm
He wonders what might happen if ever these worlds should collide
Come on, die
Old man, just die
We want your money, and your home
Yeah, come on, die
One of his arms is shorter, or longer, than the other,
The other, the other
And one of her arms is shorter, or longer, than the other,
The other, the other
The young things, eyes down, can't see a disappearing world
They're staring through cold eyes at their digital realm
Never knowing that one day the old man will come to pass
Come on, die
Old man, just die
We want your money, your home
So old man, just die
One of his arms is shorter, or longer, than the other,
The other, the other, yeah
One of her arms is shorter, or longer, than the other
The other, the other
People and trains and radons and people
People and trains and radios and people ohhh
People and trains and radons and people
And People and trains and radios and people
One of his arms is shorter, or longer, than the other,
The other, the other
One of his arms is shorter, or longer, than the other
The other, the other
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5. |
Return 2 Eden
03:37
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Could there be a psychic mechanism which defends the mind against intolerable memories, as lymph glands do the body against infection? A mechanism of repression which banishes such memories to the sub-conscious and lock the door ...
Back here again
On well ploughed ground
(I guess you found, I guess you found your Eden. I hope you like, I hope you like that Eden)
We three were bad company
What had to give, gave
(I guess you found, I guess you found your Eden. I hope you like, I hope you like this Eden)
But even with years gone
I can't believe that your still with him
(I guess you found, I guess you found your Eden. I hope you like, I hope you like this Eden)
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6. |
Coming Ebbing Tide
03:11
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Freud: Will he recover?
Breur: Matter of weeks or days. Will you like to give him any message?
Freud: No
Not with the sleight of hand
Nor the will to succeed
A look of disbelief
Is that what you said?
I don't believe we've met
Your skin's laid on the bed
A luckless egret on fire
Riding
The coming tide
At the start of the day
To an onerous shore
Half in our sleep
Breur: My life has been a sham. I don't know who I am. It is not I who live my life, but another. A creation of my vanity.
Inside the well of the night
The ground cracks underfoot
I feel I'm too far gone
I don't believe what was said
There's a carnival ride
Long lines they wait outside
No moon with the stars
As we ride
The ebbing tide
At the end of the day
Back out to sea
Back in our dreams
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7. |
The West Knows Best
03:13
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Yvonne was struck by a single bullet which hit her in the back at a very steep angle, something like this...the bullet then passed downwards through the lower part of the chest, through the liver, passing out of the liver, striking the spine, bouncing from the spine and beginning to tumble. It then severed the main vein of the lower part of the body, cut through the pancreas and re-entered the liver. It passed out of her chest in this region here and immediately entered the inside of her elbow, it was tumbling when it did so. And the elbow must have been in contact with the skin of her chest at that time. I think the only way I can explain the characteristics of the wounds on the elbow and on the front of the chest, and the angle at which the bullet struck is by ...
Narrator: Had the bullet been fired from the Libyan bureau? The Libyans who had been inside at the time of the shooting left 10 days later protected by diplomatic immunity. The police then began to search the square for bullets. Witnesses had agreed that a gun was fired from within the bureau, but could it be proven? the search produced 10 bullet fragments. Along with the bullet from the ambulance, and one from the wounded demonstrator, they were examined in the gun room.
Dr Iain West conducted the autopsy.
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8. |
Thou Desperate Pilot
02:16
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Poison
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9. |
The Enthisiasts' Theme
04:13
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Crisper
Sammy Ballston 'Aggot Legs'
Big Head Jammet
Simon Gafey 'Snakey'
Glisten
Tim Tonner
Century Man (working one up)
Bill Reedy
Gary the Gump Gruncher's penis
Sprogger
'Wozzer' Wilson
Growler
Scribbler Mannix
Two Dicks Kent
Cock Bird
Brick Prick
Half Hard Wilson
Arty Finch Bob Bossom Bagger
Arty Finch
Bob Bosom Bagger
Shooter Wilson
Gravy Balls
Wiffy
Popeye Bollester
Fizzler
Wozzler
Weirdo
Willy de Jesus
Libby the Snake Charmer
Faggot McDermot
Snitcher
Bubble Head
Richard Lombardy (Shovel man)
Cock Mouth
Bald Bum
Gravy Balls
Gravy Balls
Balls
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He Dark Age Brisbane, Australia
He Dark Age is a collaboration between Paul Newsome (Pork, The Sump etc) and Tony Milner (Swell Guys, No-V-Bleet etc). We were mostly active from around 1986 to 1990 or so in Brisbane, but have started working together again with new releases from 2013. ... more
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