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50 Million
05:34
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50 million its the magic number
germ or radio it don't matter to me
kiss goodbye each other for now
you'll thank me in the end
50 million its the same old story
thrive in the forests of love
let the worms eat our mothers and fathers
you'll thank me in the end
sword through the dove yeah yeah yeah
cry me a river hey hey hey
shed me a tear hey hey hey hey
game of the year
50 million its the magic number
its not suppsoed to end this way
im no illuminati
you'll thank me in the end
50 million its the same old story
no justice in the absence of strength
make the madman sane again
you'll thank me in the end
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just another song about love
throw my stereo in the sea
lets go breed, lets go fornicate theres
one more song, one more mouth to feed
just another song about love
sing about fluids on the floor
give your children what they want
i don't know why but i just want more
just another song about sex
procreation overload
serve it up with cream on top
we're lapping it up like dogs on heat
just another song about sex
call me a prude but i just don't know
the lowest end of darwin's scale
we're rotting away, we're ready to go
just another song about you
stare me longingly in the eyes
its perfect here don't let it end
hold me close please don't say goodbye
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3. |
Remake of the Remake
03:50
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when i tune in
and turn off my brain
and the world is running circles on me
i turn on the telly
i flick thru the channels
im wondering what it means to be free
familiarity breeds the devil they say
as i lay right back and inhale away
the remake of the remake of the remake of the year
its riveting viewing for all
when i turn up
my ears are on the air
where did the decade go?
a fetish for the hip
a gimmick or a toy
shuffle through the desert of noise
familiarity breeds the devil they say
as i lay right back and inhale away
the remake of the remake of the remake of the year
its riveting viewing for all
drowning in my seat, its just a repeat
its an endless life at ease
the middle class disease
im gasping for air, its more than i can bear
its an endless life of pain
without a point to gain
when i turn off
and tune out for a second
i can't seem to let it go
theres no more room
to anti status quo
welcome two zero one one
familiarity breeds the devil they say
as i lay right back and inhale away
the remake of the remake of the remake of the year
its riveting viewing for all
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4. |
The Fool I Am
03:49
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give me more and i'll throw it all away
you just can't consume when you're dead
turn up the heat when i'm deep underground
it won't be forever i said
but when it comes round and you listened to the radio
blaring at you till its red
for now give me more and a nice looking head
cos a fool you are
give me more cos i make the most sense
everybody thinks i'm mad
but when i come around
you'll all fall down
like the fools you are
give me stuff and i'll throw it all away
convenience is king of this world
throw away cars and throw away food
ill just let the party unfold
and when it comes round but you listened to the radio
who's the better story to tell?
i'll look through my snapshot with a smile on my face
cos a fool you are
give me more cos i make the most sense
everybody thinks i'm mad
but when i come around
you'll all fall down
like the fools you are
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try to be
try to do
try to slow your pain
you're going insane
try to be
buy your cool
shop till drop right now
you're so cool, fool
spend your self esteem
cos you're ready to prove your worth
your makeup is superior
you think you're better than me?
try to be so polite but you're just so uncouth
you just look so beautiful but you're lacking in truth
the world's best manners but the world's worst sense
try to be
way too smooth
she loves your cash right now
you know no truth
try to be
king of pride
its all downhill from here
enjoy the ride
spend your self esteem
cos you're ready to prove your worth
your makeup is superior
you think you're better than me?
try to be so polite but you're just so uncouth
you just look so beautiful but you're lacking in truth
the world's best manners but the world's worst sense
try to be
drown in pool
looks so good your corpse
you're oh so cool
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6. |
I Love Fruit
03:29
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i love fruit
i love fruit and i gobble up what i'm fed
i play in my playpen and i'll sit and make my bed
give me my pacifier, i'll sit in the corner
i'll buy your stuff
i'll do as you please
because i look so pretty i wish i was dead
i love fruit and i think the sky is red
don't you think i knew that when i bled
give me my plastic my glass my touch
when you say jump
i'll say how high
i'm waiting for steve to stab me in the head
i love fruit but i don't know what it means
i went to the edge of time to spill the beans
i talk a lot
you'll see me around
i'm walking so far
on the power of air
i'm just so sexy i'm dead within my dreams
i love fruit and i move like a flake in the breeze
i won't ask questions but i'll always pay the fees
i stand for nothing
my minds a dead end
i'm scratching around
like a corpse in a film
but i look so stunning i'm headless on my knees
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No Illuminati Sydney, Australia
No Illuminati is the new versus the old. Vintage organs with modern synthesis. Nu-blues vs tech-funk vs new rock'n'roll. Old
dogs doing new tricks.
Band Members:
Cat Robinson: Screams and Dreams
Mr Wang: Massive Organs, Mouse Hand
Simon Lodge: Expressive Growl
Chris Simon: Beats and Pieces
... more
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