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Golden Bird
by Repetitive John
"As I gaze in the dreaming sky
Where the golden bird must fly
A benificent moon above, pouring rays of love
At the peak of the Thinking Mountain
Speaks the cloud named Marion I
Never let your love's fire die
And the golden bird shall fly
♪ ♪ ♩ ♩
Rilly oh rye,
the golden bird shall fly
Rilly oh rye, rilly oh rye"
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Love Is The Diamond In Your Soul
by Repetitive John
"Let me be the one who will soothe your horror"
Music
We Can See Thru Your Vile Propaganda
12" single by Repetitive John
"Greed is the opposite of friendship, greed is a form of cowardice, greed is the drug when you despise yourself, greed will greedily eat your flesh"
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Chemicals
By Repetitive John
"I am - - /put /into the rock / I am - left / When my chemicals go wrong I slide into a catatonic stillness When my chemicals go wrong I lie down on the floor"
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Fury
By Repetitive John
"Fury is beneath our skin, love and laughter are a sin"
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Cassettes
By Repetitive John
"I played cassettes to people in a drunken room I played cassettes to vomiting rebels who clattered about like skeletons back from the underworld I played cassettes to people with a love for all the poisons, howling, necking and licking and spitting on the floor I played cassettes to medicine women and medicine men, juggling cigarettes and pills and shaking their broken limbs to the joy of the quivering and lonely snake-eyed boys I’m a chemical woman and I play cassettes by the muddy and mighty river I played cassettes to stumbling, luvved-up monks who swaggered and swayed in the gentle, early freshening fog I played cassettes to craggy old buggers with limps and curses hammering crutches four to the floor I’m a chemical woman and I play cassettes by the muddy and mighty river"
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I Wanna Know
House music by Repetitive John
"I wanna know if you really love me"
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Secret People
GentleHouse by Repetitive John
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Hole In The Pavement
Ambient vocal electro by Repetitive John
"There's a hole in the pavement and it leads to God knows where. And when God never answers I'm compelled to climb in there. Ring, ring, ring, sing the mobiles of the swarms who never see. There's a hole in the pavement and it will bring you to me."
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Hung Hei
Ambient electro film music
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Solo Observer
Ambient electro film music
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Outside
Ambient electro film music
Video
Offline
Video to accompany the track 'Offline' from Bandcamp release 'Offline EP'.
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Cruel Water
Listen to Cruel Water on SoundCloud
"Never leave here, never go, never leave me, here is home x2. Cruel water, cruel and cold. Cruel water, uncontrolled. Cruel water carries all. Cruel wall. Never leave here, never go, in the sundown we lie low x2. Cruel water, cruel and cold. Cruel water, uncontrolled. Cruel water carries all. Cruel water..."
Lyrics
You've Been Injected
With A Tracking Device
"You stole my motor, man, and that ain't nice. You scared my family, now you're paying the price. Do you think they found you with the shake of a dice? Oh no, you've been injected with a tracking device. You've been injected with a tracking device, you've been injected with a tracking device. That's what you get, man, when your heart's full of ice, you've been injected with a tracking device. Before I knew you I was calm as a cat. Now I've got to sleep with a baseball bat. But I'm laughing now, locked in the dark in my flat, cos I'm always gonna know where my enemy's at."
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Drunk & Running
Round The Town
Drunk and running around the town x6 It's a mental thing, yes, but I'm not sick I just feel the need to explore the city very quick I drink and I run through the late night streets I heat the concrete with my scurrying and jet-propelled feet I love the street lights, the cars and the dark, dark shops I love the sweat in my hair as I run away from the cops The authorities can't catch me because I run, like the wolf, so quickly x2 Drunk and running around the town x2 I've split this city into separate sections I suppose you want to know how I make my selection of changes in direction I'm like a dog in a zoo sniffing too much choice My route through the city is decided by a little voice When I'm out there and running, I'm not connected to the world It's good for my muscles and for my posture, see me move like a geisha girl I've got to move fast and I've got to move random Maps are just shapes and colours and I can't understand them The authorities can't catch me because I run, like the wolf, so quickly x2 Drunk and running around the town x2 I squeeze through gaps where I don't quite fit Into underground car parks when I haven't got a permit At half time I might listen to the trees in Sloane Square Or stand at the windows of Top Shop drooling at the underwear I might caress a statue or kiss a car Or lie down and try hard to get my eyes to focus on the Dog Star I gaze up at the office blocks gleaming and glistening Then I creep into the sewers and I sit there listening I am a highly intoxicated urban explorer I'm a human no more. I belong to the fauna and flora Hey! You could drink and run through the city, come and join me! We'll move as a family, as an assembly of Mach 3 worker bees Meet me on the streets and we'll run through the dark We'll move in logical patterns and when we see the moon we'll all bark The authorities will never catch us Because we drink and we run and we move as a group faster than the night bus Drunk and running around the town x4 OK I'm going to interview God now: It's a privilege to meet you, glad you could come Humankind, do you love us? Or are we just scum? Oh erm well really er gee I guess so Don't get me wrong, I'm not being hostile But wouldn't it be good if you had a mobile? Oh erm well really er gee I guess so I just have to ask Can you confirm that you truly exist?
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We're The Middle Men
WE'RE THE MIDDLE MEN We're the middle men x4 My middle is bigger than yours We're the middle men VERSE 1 We got cars, we got houses We got career-women partners in Cath Kidston blouses We got houses, we got cars We drink Frappacinos in the Nero bars We've got iPods, we've got Apple Macs I really do think we pay too much income tax We got Apple Macs, we got iPods Some of my daughter's class-mates, ooh they're little sods! We got gardens We've got push chairs spend a lot of time (a) with (a) twee (a) zers (a) plucking out (a) grey (a) hairs We got push chairs We got gardens we've got endless unused early morning croissants We're the middle men x2 My middle is bigger than yours We're the middle men We got git-ars We've got jeans (now) She musn't have peanut-butter oh just fill her with beans We dont like smokers We do like 'Lost' But we never watch much TV cos we're just egg zosted We've got sofas We can do first-aid It doesn't mean its not real work cos we dont get paid (we're childcarers!!) Watch this! Do the buggy display here Yaisss! We've got blackberries I've got a hernia When that woman with the tractor got clamped I thought that'll learn ya We're the middle men x2 My middle is bigger than yours We're the middle men Nothing worse There's nothing worse Chicken Pox (a) out (a) breaks (a) Nothing (aa) Worse Squeaking buggy wheels Queues at Waitrose Cost of downloads Dogs in sand pits Hard kids at Soft Play Too many gastro-pubs Not enough gastro-pubs Speeding cars Traffic calming Parking Attendants Big Long Buses Trouble with broadband Dreary architecture Spoons in the knife tray Teenagers in the swing park Cost of organic pig-meat New Morrisey album's good though Ryanair Endless birthday parties Pizza pamphlets Price of Big-Chill tickets Cinema Volumes Dead pixels Unneccessary little biscuits at Starbucksc Where does the day go? Hundreds of bloody fluffy toys Well trashed play-rooms Violin lessons The endless conveyor belt of washing up Waiting lists for yoga Full up memory sticks Queuing for petrol behind people who are in there - shopping!! Weak phone signals Pre-recorded computerised daily telesales Being held in a queue You was called by ******** wot never left their **** namba Books about fairies Clogged up ink-jets Scumbag Chavs sitting smoking in the Parent and baby parking spaces We're the middle men x2 (yes we are) My middle is bigger than yours We're the middle men.
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Can't Stop Kissing
My Drum-Machine
I can't stop kissing my drum machine. This is my song I'm singing it to you it won't take long and it's partly true 1,2,3,4 I came to this country in a submarine (partly true) I wanna do the right thing by the Queen (partly true) I wanna live a life that's ordered and cleean (partly true) I can't stop kissing my drum machine. I'm nifty, I'm shifty I'm nearly 50. A five and a zero. This (a) little box (a) has destroyed (a) my (a) life (aaa) This (a) little box (a) has replaced (a) my (a) wife (a) She was a Drum (a) box (a) widow and she said (a) "screw (a) you!"(aaa) "Stick your tricksy gadget (aa) you & me are through" I confess I can't resist (a) silver buttons red (a) lights It's a boom (a) boom (a) chikka chikka box (a) of delight Have you ever wished for what you've already got? I haven't gone bald yet. I came to this country in a submarine (partly true). I can't stop kissing my drum machine Not enough time, too many choices. I hope this'll help to stop the voices. I can't stop kissing my drum machine. A drumbox is a gadget if I smash it it'll die. I am your drumbox, you are my slave. Get down on your knees, now kiss me Dave. Not enough time, too many choices. I hope this'll help to stop the voices. I hope this doesn't happen very soon but I'd like to die lost on the Moon.
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Myth-Buster
I'm the Myth-Buster durdle urdle ur I'm the Myth-Buster durdle urdle ur I'm the Myth-Buster durdle urdle ur Guess What? - I've got no friends I know, I know, the bells and the snow He's Santa Claus - you've got to let him go Cant get thin by swallowing a pill No one left the womb with a preloaded skill I scream and I sweat and I still can't forget cos the Millenium Bug was a very real threat Your good luck charm is a polished pebble Eating chocolate is not the act of a rebel Newspapers are never free of lies Thinking a magazine is your friend is never wise You wont die if you're the last to reach the next red light. A brand new film is no different on opening night Those earwax candles are a scandal and a fake Your painkiller habit causes your headache Love isn't "what do I get?" It's a verb. Dont wait. Spread the good news around our charming suburb You wont get rich by swallowing a pill All of us in some way are mentally ill (You speak for yourselves) I'm the Myth-Buster durdle urdle ur Guess What? - I've got zero friends I know I know the bells and the snow - I'm a myth buster durdle The desire for fame is a mental illness & a devil Every celeb has only 7 percent of your present self esteem level Don't hurry to your workstation, militant commuter Do you really miss your computer? You can't improve your kids by giving them pills Death is not reversible 1a2a3a4) Love isnt what do I (a) get (aaaa) it's ac (a) tion 1a2a3a4) and you (aa) control (aa) your own (a) satisfac (a) tion You can't get thin by swallowing a pill No one left the womb with a preloaded skill lemme back in (1234 1234 1) I'll never Do it again (1234 1234 1234) lemmy back in (1234 1234) I want to be lieve (2) again (1234).
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Office Boy Is Offis Head
Office Boy Is Offis Head. Office Boy Is off his head. That young man is an Onion head. Look at him, the living dead. Office Boy is going insane. This young man has a monkey's brain. Office Boy is really mad, ask for help and he seems glad. Office Boy will not be rushed, see to it that he is crushed. Office Boy lives on his own, I say punch him on the temporal bone. He says that he'd like to learn to play the trombone so place him in the output-zone. He like to make a loan. Punch him. Office Boy believes he's free. This is how it's meant to be. He is filled with love. Is that something we can make good use of? We're the Output-Gluttons. Push more buttons. That young man is an Onion head. Something is strange, he's starting to change. Something's funny cause he doesn't want more money. His loving smile we haven't seen in a while He's starting to sneer at all of us here. He doesn't volunteer and he's only in first gear. Something is wrong he doesn't belong. Office Boy is thinking things. He says you don't exist till you've got some enemies. He's turning bad. He says: "The machines that do magic are drinking your blood." "Technology has brought us gormless superstitions." "Disregard the transmissions of the dimwit logicians." Let him know we're on his side but his application is denied. Why is he dressed in cardboard boxes? He's off his head. See to it that his time flys by. Spray him like a tsetse fly. Do not let the madness spread. that young man is an Onion head. Push more buttons, then double it, then double that, then do it again. He is the insect, we are the Gods. His brain is only fit to feed our dogs. We could sell his eyeballs on the Net. Think off all the revenue we'll get. An enormous fly is attacjking my house. We must smash the computers Mr irvine. An enormous fly is attacking my house but I remain neurologically intact.
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We're Gonna Spend
The Night At Bill Masheen
For entrances2hell.
Flute by Stacey Jane Thomson.
Yellow temple, sleeping, guarded by green
We're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
It's the sweetest place that you've ever been
We're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
This peaceful night will always haunt your dreams
We're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
Old men, babies, thirtysomethings and teens
They're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
And she knows our dreams
Feel the wind and rest forget where you've been
Come on and spend the night at Bill Masheen
To love this graceful place is in your genes
You're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
We're the children of this whirlpool dream
We're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
Just surrender and your mind is clean
We're gonna spend the night at Bill Masheen
And she knows our dreams
We're never gonna leave, you're never gonna leave.
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Ssssuuuuft
By Android Beefcake
Another for entrances2hell
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The Evil Bull
By John H Irvine 1987
Oh no! A volcano has erupted in my mansion.
Woosh! Goes the lava, all over my father
And it all slips down with ticklish vengeance.
It is hot and it is sticky, it is horrible and runny
And the thick black smoke spews up in the air.
Through this dimness a spectre emerges,
it's a great big bull with a horrible head
And it's eyes bug out and it's lips is curled,
With 2 metal horns and high-heeled shoes.
"Yin yin yin enter your PIN".
He emits the awful belch of wrath
He emerges from the ground and he begins to shriek
He is big and brassy with golden legs
I must fight this devil before he steals my eggs.
There is uproar in my mind and there is uproar in my lounge
My seventeen babies begin to howl.
Then he beckons to me and he bids me hark
Oh he's horrible, demonic, as he starts to spit he says:
"I am the bull of death. Have I got a prize for you Sir!"
Well, I couldn't resist. I clunked him with my shovel.
That caused one thing, i.e. trouble!
It didn't make him sweat and it never made him whistle
Why, he merely tittered and began to sing, he went:
"Yin yin yin enter your PIN.
Yin yin yin enter your PIN".
Then I wrestled with him. I wrestled him, I say.
I stuck the boot in and he stuck his hoof in.
My, how I struggled 'gainst his talons of destruction.
And then the brute said:
"Come with me to Paris,
come with me to Paris,
come with me to Paris,
Come with me to Paris!"
Off, then I trekked. Into the hell-hole.
Looking like a nutter and feeling kind of dreamy.
I got to Paris, I had a look about,
I watched the telly, I ate some jelly.
I listened to the rumble in my big fat belly.
I donned my bonnet. I lit up my pipe.
Now I was the bull so I began to hum, I went:
"Yin yin yin enter your PIN.
Yin yin yin enter your PIN".
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