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Black Fly
03:11
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The black fly (la mosca negra)
The black fly (la mosca negra)
I was sitting by the river, I was contemplating
The situation on the planet was exacerbating
A billion predators were twitching, they were calculating
To fight or flee, or to get some expiation
The black fly (la mosca negra)
The black fly (la mosca negra)
Sometimes I think that I am waiting for a tidal wave
Although the ocean is a hundred billion miles away
The bio-data says I’m heading for catastrophe
The bio-sphere’s really got it in for me
Oooooooooo feeding off of my blood
Oooooooooo not the only predator
Then I felt your proboscis sinking into me
Exchanging fluids with distinctive lack of empathy
My veins were filling with the venom of antiguity
I felt my heart, and my heart began to bleed
The black fly (la mosca negra)
The black fly (la mosca negra)
The black fly (la mosca negra), feeding off of my blood
The black fly (la mosca negra), feeding off of my blood
The black fly
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Dystopia
03:04
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Living in a bee-hive, can’t get any honey
What a time to be alive, I can’t get any money
Clashing with the culture cos it isn’t very funny
Soaking up the sunshine, but the sunshine got too sunny
La distopia, me agobia, me sepulta
Left right left right, face the same direction
No-go cop and robo-cop are there for my protection
Terror in the dead of night, the terror of infection
Social credit running low, I need an intervention
La distopia, me agobia, me sepulta
Lalalalalalalaalalal Hahahaha Lalalalalalalala Hahahaha Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
Welcome to the pleasure dome, I seek intoxication
Bring me medication, it’s the healing of the nation
Tearing down the temples, I’m in need of desecration
Revolution, evolution, counter-reformation
La distopia, me agobia, me sepulta
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3. |
Unrequited Lust
02:13
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All the poets discuss unrequited love
Like Romeo and Juliet, and Montague and Capulets
Maybe hasn’t happened yet, but love will scare you half to death
Unrequited love hurts, but unrequited lust is worse
We’re creatures of the sky, but we’re creatures of the earth
John Betjeman, he said, as he lay on his death bed
When asked if he had regrets, he said I wish I’d had more sex
Valentine has his day, but love will lead you astray
Eros with his poison dart, keep your poison out my heart
Bring on bacchanalia, drink to bad behaviour
Unrequited love hurts, but unrequited lust is worse
We’re creatures of the sky, but we’re creatures of the earth
Some people like to say, that love will find a way
It’s no fun in the grave, I think it’s time to misbehave
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Complete Disorder
02:29
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Wanna riot, fucked up, drugged up,
Complete disorder, complete disorder
Hippies, long hair, aggro, boot boys
Disorder disorder disorder complete disorder
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5. |
Hot Love
03:03
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Hot Love/Hot Love
I was looking for a hurricane, a big commotion in my troubled brain
I was looking for some love, some retribution from above
I wanna live like they do in the movies, or Shakespeare’s tragedies
Hot Love/Hot Love
I was looking for some butterflies, to wreak some havoc in this gut of mine
I was looking for some love, As if I ever get enough
I wanna live in a 1950s pop song, a teenage fantasy
Hot Love/Hot Love
I was looking for some pheromones, some chemicals to call my very own
I was looking for some love, inject some poison in my blood
I’m gonna read all the great romantic poets, Percy Bysshe and co
Hot Love/Hot Love
I’ll be your Gala in a surrealistic painting, Salvador Dalí
Hot Love/ Hot Love
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Son of Sam
02:38
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I am the Son of Sam, no one knows just what I am
Was I made in a frying pan, or was I born of the sins of man?
I lurk in lovers’ lanes, never fall in love again
I come to bring the pain, put a bullet in your brain
Obsession/Possession
Obsession/Possession
World within worlds, let me take you down to my world
I am the Son of Sam, I am!
Black dogs howl across the land, bringing messages from the damned
Is it all a satanic plan, or am I just the Son of Sam!
Obsession/Possession
Obsession/Possession
World within worlds, let me take you down to my world
I am the Son of Sam, I am!
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The Self-Saboteurs Madrid, Spain
The Self-Saboteurs se formó en el calor seco y polvoriento de Madrid en plena pandemia mundial de la mano de Steve Jenkins (guitarra y voz) Chris Neill (bajo y voz) David Simó (batería)
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