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Animals in the Zoo
03:38
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You want to be exciting and adventurous, but at no lifestyle cost to you
So you collect exotic surrogates like animals in the zoo
Get every flavour of humanity the mainstream media feeds to you
But never follow down the rabbit hole...
They're just animals in the zoo.
Something interesting to view
But with a wall between them and you
'Cause you don't know what they might do
They're just animals in the zoo.
Something interesting to view
But with a wall between them and you
Because you fear what they might do
They're just animals in the zoo.
Collect a friend from every culture, condition, class and sexuality
But never in your inner circle, and no-where near your family
They're so cute when they act like people
With all the funny things they say and do
And look at you, so noble, kind and caring for the animals in the zoo.
Something interesting to view
But with a wall between them and you
'Cause you don't know what they might do
They're just animals in the zoo.
Something interesting to view
But with a wall between them and you
Because you fear what they might do
They're just animals in the zoo.
Patronise and smile politely
Hold forth on things you barely understand
You're really free and open minded, so long as nobody makes demands.
Let others suffer for identity, so you'll never have to
Then seize the flag of victory from the animals in the zoo.
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Something interesting to view
But with a wall between them and you
'Cause you don't know what they might do
They're just animals in the zoo.
Something interesting to view
But with a wall between them and you
Because you fear what they might do
They're just animals in the zoo.
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Ugly Doris
04:24
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Way down deep beneath the sea
Is where you'll find the folk like me
I've got a glowing bud and a gurning smile
And more teeth than a crocodile
Around the warm volcanic jets
Life's as precious as it gets
Here you don't need no disguise
'Cause we ain't seen by judging eyes
If you don't like us, you can go to hell
We deal with pressure really well
It may be dark and it may be cold
But it ain't never old
Way on down, out of sight
Making culture in the night
We don't need your approval to make us feel alright.
Imagine my surprise one night
When I was hit by a blinding light
And there, in a shiny chrome tin can
Was a hairy deep sea diver man
He stopped and stared, then by and by
He rose on up into the sky
A few days later back he sank
To shut me in a little tank
If you don't like us, you can go to hell
We deal with pressure really well
It may be dark and it may be cold
But it ain't never old
Way on down, out of sight
Making culture in the night
We don't need your approval to make us feel alright.
I don't know how much time has passed
But now I'm looking through a wall of glass
At a bunch of passing gawping creeps
And the sign reads "Nightmares of the Deep".
In other tanks around the room
Are all my buddies in the gloom
Freaks and weirdos on display
And I'm "Ugly Doris". How's your day?
If you don't like us, you can go to hell
We deal with pressure really well
It may be dark and it may be cold
But it ain't never old
Way on down, out of sight
Making culture in the night
We don't need your approval to make us feel alright.
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Saint Virtue
02:35
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Through rain and snow she'll be there
She doesn't mind humiliation
The more she has to go through
The greater her claim to martyrdom
Passers-by taunting her brimstone oration
Saint Virtue stands alone
With a book in her hand and a voice in her head
She knows she must warn the people
Of the fate that awaits them
After they're dead.
Not through sympathy
Not through empathy
Not through sisterly concern
Does she spend her days
Shouting at people to change their ways
She's righteous
Every religion begins with persecution
Deep down she longs for the ridicule
That helps her stake her claim to holiness
She's not a cult, she's a messenger
Saint Virtue stands alone
With a book in her hand and a voice in her head
She keeps herself going smiling over
The fate that awaits them
After they're dead.
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You know everybody's motivation
So much better than you know your own
Preaching from a pedestal of Common Sense
The only sense that you've ever known
You know all about psychology
Because you watched Derren Brown and flipped a magazine
Now you think that you're better than everyone
You're such a great judge of character
You know me so well
All that smug condescension can't be good for your health
You think you've seen through the way I present
But I'm not trying to be convincing
I just want to be myself.
If you want to fight for the side that's right
You might not like what you see when you shine that light
Because the truth hurts, the truth hurts.
Beating out self-righteous words
Ought to be careful where you wave that sword
Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold
Because the truth hurts the teller
As well as the told.
No truth is self-evident
Whether by reason or religious zeal
You're just looking for a dragon to fight
Don't you just love the way that it feels?
It's a Highlander mentality
"There can be only one!
You should all listen to me!"
But you're really no different from anyone.
Maybe you're wrong, maybe you're right
You might not even know for sure when the end's in sight
Before you go marching on another crusade
Try not to think about the mess
That your hero complex has made.
If you want to fight for the side that's right
You might not like what you see when you shine that light
Because the truth hurts
Don't you know that the truth hurts.
Beating out self-righteous words
Ought to be careful where you point that sword
Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold
Because the truth hurts the teller
As well as the told
Go forth and raise a mighty army
Such a mighty army
Such a huge army
You're gonna raise a mighty army
Such a mighty army
You and whose army?
If you want to fight for the side that's right
You might not like what you see when you shine that light
Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold
The truth hurts the teller as well as the told
Beating out self-righteous words
Ought to be careful where you stick that sword
Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold
The truth hurts the teller as well as the told
If you want to fight for the side that's right
You might not like what you see when you shine that light
Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold
The truth hurts the teller as well as the told
Beating out self-righteous words
Ought to be careful where you poke that sword
Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold
The truth hurts the teller as well as the told
Go forth and raise a mighty army
Such a mighty army
Such a huge army
You're gonna raise a mighty army
Such a mighty army
You and whose army?
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When eight days have passed our rest is no more
The war calls us back to the trench
Our prescence is desperately needed
Without us all would be defeated
But enough of this war, we can't take any more
We don't want to march one more inch
With sadness inside and tears in our eyes
We must bid fond adieu to civilian life
No trumpets, no drums
Just feelings of dread
We must get up and go
Without losing our heads
Farewell to life
Farewell to love
Farewell to you ladies all
Now it's all over
Finished, no more
All is lost to this terrible war
On the plateau at Craonne
There in the mud
We must all pay with blood
For we are condemned
Giving as sacrifice
Eight days in the trench
Eight days of suffering
Still there is hope in our fear
That armistice might come tonight
Even as we stand waiting to fight
Then through the darkness, a figure approaches
The men salute as he draws near
It's an infantry officer come to replace
The soldiers who go to look death in the face
In the night the rain lashes in waves
The rifles are marching to their early graves
Farewell to life
Farewell to love
Farewell to you ladies all
Now it's all over
Finished, no more
All is lost to this terrible war
On the plateau at Craonne
There in the mud
We must all pay with blood
For we are condemned
Giving as sacrifice
It's sad to think in the city's grand streets
The rich drink and party and lunch
La Vie en Rose they are living
While all that we have are misgivings
Instead of partying all of you shirkers
Should make your way down to the trench
Protect your own property, for we have none
We are the poor
For us all joy is gone
Our comrades are buried face down in the mud
For the money and possessions of the great and the good
Those with the coin get to go home again
It's for them that the rest of us fall
But no longer!
Les troufions will go out on strike
We will not die for you anymore
Now it's your turn, all you great and the good
To crawl in the trenches and die in the mud
If you must make war pay for it with your own blood
If you must make war pay for it with your own blood
If you must make war pay for it with your own blood.
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Kerry JK Northampton, UK
Gender and genre fluid singer-songwriter producing songs of identity, isolation and defiance incorporating jazz,
electronica, art rock, vocal looping, poetry and rock opera theatrics.
Be yourself, as yourself. There is no greater fulfilment, and no sweeter revenge.
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