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Cool Box
04:34
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The ‘you’ in this song is a real person
Not just some abstract figment of an overactive imagination
A documentation of scars from an old home
Innumerable cuts, all too close to the bone
You exiled two sons to be lord of your manor
Rearranging home furnishings to in some way placate your anger
A nameless kind of fury at some invisible population
All of whom you hold responsible for your current shit situation
And I know that when you hear this you’ll want to retaliate and attack
Well go shout at the cats, mate
- They don’t answer back
You hit my brother
Because he saw straight through
All of your bullshit and bluster
I think it scares you that he’s not scared of you
Now your wife’s working weekends to pay for your mistakes
That and to ensure when he’s at home her second born is safe
And I can’t help but wonder why she doesn’t up and leave
I guess that must be the kind of dependency that abusive relationships breed
You hit my brother
Because he saw straight through
All of your bullshit and bluster
I think it scares you that he’s not scared
But as for our mother
Sadly I don’t think that’s true
If you really loved her
You would have never put her through the things that you’ve put her through
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You, Us And They
04:15
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Apparently our wellbeing isn’t a given right but a state which is transient
And I’m a fucking idiot – I got run over by the last remaining ambulance
My ersatz ego transplant made me happy for a while
But then I wound up in a two mile queue
Outside the hospital waiting room
I stood there with a bride and groom
Who couldn’t afford
To abort
The baby in her womb
To cut the deficit they’ll cut our throats
To balance the budgets they will break our bones
For their own benefit they’ll crush our hope
Why don’t they just gas the polling stations as we line up to…
Now I’m renting out my kneecaps to oligarchs as ashtrays
And I won’t get those cruciate ligaments back for another dozen pay-day loans
It’s so roomy in the private wing, they've got all the ventilators
But please don’t take this as chagrin, no
It’s just a fact of nature
We were born into the wrong class, into the wrong skin
Our leaders
Have
Every right
To hate us
To cut the deficit they’ll cut our throats
To balance the budgets they will break our bones
For their own benefit they’ll crush our hope
Why don’t they just gas the polling stations as we line up to vote
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Death throws up no surprises these days
I’ve become numb and it’s becoming a bore
And a chore to invest emotionally in these irksome famines and wars
If you could give me a summary in less than 140 characters
It’s just life is more digestible when fed through these parameters
So turn suffering into a sentence
A massacre
Into an exclamation mark
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Cassels London, UK
A two piece band comprised of two brothers.
Music for misanthropes and malcontents.
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