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1. |
Prelude
00:17
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2. |
Soho Rain
04:20
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She stands on the corner of the alleyway
The last place to preserve the dream
Memories of the people that she once ripped off
The wallets pulled apart at the seams
Memories of danger in a clouded haze
But a home her heart would always remain in
The last strains of neon that once lit her pain
Reflected in the Soho rain now
Reflected in the Soho rain
The afternoons on Brewer Street, the coffee and pills
The punters given useless keys
The money mounted up to be dissolved on the fix
From the dealers on Archer Street
Cooled off in the casino then the exchange store
Soaking up the pop culture this dream world spawned
A squalid peace stilled her hazy mind as her heels crossed the drains
Bathing in the Soho rain now
Bathing in the Soho rain
The humid air
Encapsulates the magic and the dream
The rain in her hair
She’ll never lose her strength after all she’s seen
She casts her eye around the corner onto Walkers Court
Where the lights of the Revue Bar had shone
Memories of the gangs who protected her life
The strip bars that have come and gone
The neon lights still linger in her eyes
Friendly ghosts of addictions long overcome
Serene celebration of the strength she’s gained
Her tears mixed with the Soho rain now
Her tears mixed with the Soho rain
The humid air
Encapsulates the magic and the dream
The rain in her hair
She’ll never lose her strength after all she’s…
The humid air
Encapsulates the magic and the dream
The rain in her hair
She’ll never lose her strength after all she’s seen
Dreaming of the Soho rain now
Dreaming of the Soho rain
Bathing in the Soho rain now
Bathing in the Soho rain
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3. |
The Sociopath
03:01
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I don’t like you but the whole world loves you
My vision seems to be skewed
They sing your praises, endorse your charm
But I’m just repelled by you
My brain is in disarray, my sanity cannot last
In the counterintuitive world of the sociopath
They celebrate you, the salt of the Earth
They kiss the ground at your feet
I cannot seem to conceal my revulsion
It’s hard to be discreet
Irrationality knows no bounds
My thoughts are a mish-mash
In the counterintuitive world of the sociopath
What do you play with?
Imagination
What is it saving?
Your reputation
As you herd the sheep the flock will follow
And they march blindly on like there’s no tomorrow
They see the second coming of Jesus, I just see a scam
If I force myself to like you my sanctity is damned
Where actions seem to speak for themselves but reactions are mismatched
We’re in the counterintuitive world of the sociopath
Where criticism is silenced, opposition is stoned
“The Emperor’s got no clothes on!”
He sits happily on his throne
We’ve got to keep the walls standing, his ego can’t collapse
And threaten the counterintuitive world of the sociopath
What do you play with?
Imagination
What is it saving?
Bathing in the Soho rain now
Bathing in the Soho rain
The Sociopath
I don’t like you but the whole world loves you
My vision seems to be skewed
They sing your praises, endorse your charm
But I’m just repelled by you
My brain is in disarray, my sanity cannot last
In the counterintuitive world of the sociopath
They celebrate you, the salt of the Earth
They kiss the ground at your feet
I cannot seem to conceal my revulsion
It’s hard to be discreet
Irrationality knows no bounds
My thoughts are a mish-mash
In the counterintuitive world of the sociopath
What do you play with?
Imagination
What is it saving?
Your reputation
As you herd the sheep the flock will follow
And they march blindly on like there’s no tomorrow
They see the second coming of Jesus, I just see a scam
If I force myself to like you my sanctity is damned
Where actions seem to speak for themselves but reactions are mismatched
We’re in the counterintuitive world of the sociopath
Where criticism is silenced, opposition is stoned
“The Emperor’s got no clothes on!”
He sits happily on his throne
We’ve got to keep the walls standing, his ego can’t collapse
And threaten the counterintuitive world of the sociopath
What do you play with?
Imagination
What is it saving?
Your reputation
As you herd the sheep the flock will follow
And then they fall in line time after time like there’s no tomorrow
My friends and acquaintances one by one keep falling for your act
In my singular minority I will not join the pact
How do I remain neutral and not proclaim myself a polymath?
I’m thinking life seems so much easier for the sociopath
Tell them the moon is made of cheese, they’ll gladly believe the lie
How can it be so easy for the spider to lure the fly?
In order to get by smoothly and not be Devil’s Advocate
I’d say to Hell with decency, be a sociopath
I’d say to Hell with decency, be a sociopath
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I stepped into the void of seduction
The road to stardom, the hall of fame
He stood there all mighty and proud
He said “Come and be like me, we’ll rock ’em live and loud”
I took his hand, stepped behind the glass
The currency of my soul traded for high class
“Be me and we’ll change the world together
I’ll remake you anew and the power’s all yours”
Years of loss, years of isolation
Delusions of grandeur, self-aggrandization
Years of exile on a self-made pedestal
I don’t know what happened in between
But I smashed the looking glass
I smashed the looking glass
And I don’t know what it was all about
But by a damned fine effort I broke out
I smashed the looking glass
The great artiste, extraordinaire supreme
“I’ll mould you in my image and fulfill your dreams”
As the image distorted so did the world outside
The world of the narcissist, the pool in which I’d hide
I was lost as he’d sucked me dry
Navigated the world with deaf ears and blind eyes
A numbed-out mind in the mirror of the damned
One of a billion victims of the same scam
Lived in the mirror with the echoes of myself
Exile of logic and mental health
As the scratches showed beneath the polished facade
There was only one way out
So I smashed the looking glass
I smashed the looking glass
And I don’t know where I go from here on
But it’ll beat the hell out of where I came from
I smashed the looking glass
And so I find myself alone
Trying to make my way home
Trying to brush away the dirt
Move past the lies, past the hurt
There’s a real world, I must get to know
What’s worth my time and what’s for show
Those mental dramas, that final crash
Ashes to ashes, trash for trash
Split personality, step outside
Which is Jekyll, which is Hyde
I’ll work it out as I leave behind
That final cracked reflection
In the shards of the looking glass
I smashed the looking glass
And I don’t know what it was all about
But by a damned fine effort I broke out
I smashed the looking glass
I smashed the looking glass
I smashed the looking glass
I smashed the looking glass
And I don’t know where I go from here on
But it’ll beat the hell out of where I came from
I smashed the looking glass
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5. |
The Hangers-On
04:38
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We love you for what you are
You’re special to us because you’re a star
We have everything you’ve ever done
We stake our claim to your company
No-one else can get past us
We’re your bodyguards because we love you like no other
You’re our claim to fame, you make our lives worthwhile
You have to love us because we make your living
We go everywhere we know you go
We know everything about you
You’re flattered by our love
Spend time around us, we can show you off
We’ll make you sing for us in public
You’re our claim to fame, you make our lives worthwhile
We’ll never let you go
Because we are the hangers-on
But to the outside world we can do no wrong
You’ll forever sing us your song
And God forbid you ever disagree
Because we are the hangers-on
But to the outside world we can do no wrong
You’ll forever sing us your song
And no wrong in us you ever will see
We’ll dress ourselves in emperor’s new clothes
Administrate your life
The more boxes we tick, the less you can say no
You owe us all your time
We’ll befriend everyone close to you
And bond with their families
And to Hell with the ones who shun us
They just don’t understand true love
And if you ever tell us to go away
You’ll pay the price with your reputation
We’ll call you, text you, abuse you
You’ll have no ground to stand on
How could you do that to true lovers like us?
You’d be lost without us
You’re better safe than sorry, my girl
We’ve staked the claim to your life blood
Because we are the hangers-on
But to the outside world we can do no wrong
You’ll forever sing us your song
And God forbid you ever disagree
Because we are the hangers-on
But to the outside world we can do no wrong
You’ll forever sing us your song
And no wrong in us you ever will see
For every abusive message we send
Our apology and flowers ensure no end
You have no way of escaping us
You’re bound to our loyalty
The whole world knows our love for you
We tell all our friends about you
Aren’t you lucky to have us in your life?
Don’t dream of escape, we’d never let you survive
Because we are the hangers-on
But to the outside world we can do no wrong
You’ll forever sing us your song
And God forbid you ever disagree
Because we are the hangers-on
But to the outside world we can do no wrong
You’ll forever sing us your song
And no wrong in us you ever will see
We own your life
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6. |
Arandora Star
05:36
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They set sail on Arandora Star
On a floating death trap of doom
Exiled just for their native lands
They were sent to a watery tomb
By a ruler who feared the enemy within
And they set sail on Arandora Star
Seized from their beds in the night
They posed no threat
They came in peace
They’d fled the forces of the Reich
But the powers that be were like-minded
And they set sail on Arandora Star
Bound for prisons afar
The guns were fired
The blood was shed
The blood on Churchill’s hands
The guns were fired
The blood was shed
As they set sail on Arandora Star
Shots rang out in the morning hours
When a red cross could have kept them away
As the ship went down the crew gave their lives
So the prisoners could evacuate
They worked in unison for the saving of lives
But the papers told of pure brute force
Animalistic survival fights
Distorted the truth to blame the victims
Portrayed compassion as spite
For the media feared the enemy within
Which was non-existent
The guns were fired
The blood was shed
The blood on Churchill’s hands
The guns were fired
The blood was shed
The guns were fired
The blood was shed
Bodies washed up on the Irish shore
In impoverished communities
Enemy nationals against their will
Laid to rest in coastal villages
Where they tend the graves of the dead to this day
Now history’s written by those in power
And their tireless media slaves
They’d rather forget the Arandora Star
And the people they sent to their graves
But when prejudice strikes from the powers above
Then let all races fight back as one
The guns were fired
The blood was shed
The blood on Churchill’s hands
The guns were fired
The blood was shed
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7. |
Polished Decay
05:12
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There used to be a row of bars along this street
Where the punks and the bikers would hang out and meet
Music and communion were the order of the day
They’d dance at night and sing the late hours away
Then the council hiked the rents up and forced them all out
Now there’s offices and business firms scattered about
Expensive apartments pushed the culture away
This street was a victim of the polished decay
Polished Decay
It’s on the streets today
It’s the overriding factor of the urban age
It’s vacant and it’s hollow
But it’s here to stay
So we might as well give in to the polished decay
The sordid streets of Soho were the land of the free
From the clip joints to the cabaret to the Colony
The strangest creatures of the night in dark unity
Were all brought together in the den of iniquity
Now the neon signs have flashed their last
The red lights are out
The chainstores and the hipster bars are what it’s about
Now they’re even trying to throw Tin Pan Alley away
The district is succumbing to the polished decay
Polished Decay
It’s on the streets today
It’s the overriding factor of the urban age
It’s vacant and it’s hollow
But it’s here to stay
So we might as well give in to the polished decay
Every place with character is being knocked down
Every street looks like every other street in town
Every town looks like every other town in the world
Every place with any heart and soul is lost to the herd
The wealthy elite dictates the one way of life
If you don’t want to conform prepare yourself for strife
Just like they stole the Indians’ land to create the USA
They wipe us out, contaminate us with the polished decay
Polished Decay
It’s on the streets today
It’s the overriding factor of the urban age
It’s vacant and it’s hollow
But it’s here to stay
So we might as well give in to the polished decay
Polished Decay
It’s on the streets today
It’s the overriding factor of the urban age
It’s vacant and it’s hollow
But it won’t go away
So we’ll be damned if we surrender to the polished decay
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8. |
Hunter's Moon
06:14
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Hunter’s Moon
The glimmer of streetlights
Confused as to what’s within
She made her promise
They say that she lives in sin
Has anyone heard this?
I thought I had noticed
That light in her window
I thought I had noticed
That movement in the shadows
Did anyone see this?
Standing isolated under Hunter’s Moon
The dollar bills, the scene of perfume
Magnolias, the red lamp shone bright
That look on her face as she slipped past the light
Did anyone see this?
I have a vague memory
Of that last night in Venice Beach
I remember her saying
That she was going to be out of reach
Did anyone hear this?
I seem to recall
Another man in the airport lounge
Something in her cases
Something she didn’t want found
Did anyone find this?
Perhaps someone found this?
Standing isolated under Hunter’s Moon
The dollar bills, the scene of perfume
Magnolias, the red lamp shone bright
That look on her face as she slipped past the light
Did anyone see this?
Standing isolated under Hunter’s Moon
The dollar bills, the scene of perfume
Magnolias, the red lamp shone bright
That look on her face as she slipped past the light
Names and faces like fragments of a dream
The whispers in the hallway
The sound of muffled screams
The motel clerk who denied she’d been there
The tracer bullet by a lock of her hair
Did anyone see this?
Has anyone heard this?
Has anyone heard this?
Has anyone heard this?
Has anyone…?
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Faded Queen Of The Night
04:01
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She always turns the charm on
So they’ll think she’s humble and strong
Seems so charitable, down to earth
She’s playing by her own sense of right and wrong
Waxes lyrical with tales of the industry
Flaunts her friendship with famous faces
Namedrops by the bucketload
While sucking up to the corporate aces
But don’t you dare question her version of things
You’ll be met with her venomous bite
She’s the jaded old queen of the silver screen
The faded queen of the night
She’s got her yes men and women around her
She loves her hangers-on full time
Anyone who’ll convince her she’s still relevant
Make excuses for her crimes
Youth and beauty seem to be on her side
While the screen test slowly decays
Her fifteen minutes were up twenty years ago
But to her mind she’s Doris Day
But don’t you dare question her view of herself
You may die from her venomous bite
She’s the jaded old queen of the movie scenes
The faded queen of the night
She’s talking of that long-promised comeback
But the airwaves broadcast radio silence
Settling long forgotten scores from years ago
With outbursts of verbal violence
Repeats the same stories of her self-proclaimed glory
On an alcoholic loop
She’s the eternal glamour girl to her adoring cult
They don’t care how low she stoops
But you’ll know better than to mess with this immortal viperess
Lest you succumb to her deadly bite
She’s the jaded old queen of the silver screen
The faded queen of the night
Yes you’ll know better than to mess with this immortal viperess
Lest you succumb to her deadly bite
She’s the jaded old queen of the movie scenes
The faded queen of the night
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10. |
Nights In Spanish Harlem
06:22
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Nights in Spanish Harlem
I had to find refuge
Searching for sanctuary
Breathing in the fumes
Smoking by the sidewalk
Surrounded by the gloom
Illuminated by the streetlight
She led me to her room
Nights in Spanish Harlem
Low lamp, red rooms
Swore me into silence
Sealed my doom
Soft breath, faded whispers
Easily misled
Executed every order
There’s a bounty on my head
Drifting down the river
Swallowed by the dark
Stranded under the moonlight
Lights from nearby cars
Stranded on First Avenue
With one secret sin
Vanished into obscurity
Adopted a new skin
Nights in Spanish Harlem
I had to find refuge
Searching for sanctuary
Breathing in the fumes
Smoking by the sidewalk
Surrounded by the gloom
Illuminated by the streetlight
She led me to my doom
Nights in Spanish Harlem
The seventh deadly sin
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He’s got last night’s domestic row
Ringing in his head
Told his friends he can’t stand to go home
Because she fills him with dread
When he arrives home
Greets her with a smile and a kiss
Let’s put the dinner on
Aren’t we lucky to be living in bliss
But he doesn’t like the way she’s chopping the onions
Razes her to the ground
With the venom of the death stalker scorpion
She’s run off upstairs
He spends the evening swilling his guts with the beer
She comes down, says sorry, he bombs her with love
Makes her feel revered
And he says “Come over here my darling”
Gets a selfie of the two of them together
To show the social media world his heaven
His heaven
His heaven on
Welcome to his personal heaven
His heaven
His heaven on High Street East
He posts the first status update of this weekend
Can’t wait to show it all off
To all his beloved friends
A photo of the latest nuts and bolts he’s obtained
To put up another shelf in this blessed domain
How impressive!
Makes sure to centre the camera
On the photo on the mantlepiece
Of him and her on their first date
Now she can’t shatter the peace
Spends the whole afternoon berating her
A two-hour monologue
On how she’s letting him down
On how she’s scaring the visitors off
Spends the evening passed out inebriated
It don’t matter as long as he’s endeavoured
To show the social media world his heaven
His heaven
His heaven on
Welcome to his personal heaven
His heaven
His heaven on High Street East
Well she’s finally walked out
She’d had enough
Left him alone
With all his debt and his drugs
He drowns his woes, orders pizza, passes out
Misses the delivery
Because he’s an unconscious wreck on the couch
Sounds off to mummy
She sings his praise
“You’re a messianic saint, besides she’ll be easy to replace”
He goes to work, slogs for eight hours straight
Shows the world that his paradise cannot possibly abate
Just one day single but his dead-end job
Is the epitome of heaven
Social media, welcome to his heaven
His heaven
His heaven on
Welcome to his personal heaven
His heaven
His heaven on High Street East
His heaven
His heaven on
Welcome to his personal heaven
His heaven
His heaven on High Street East
Welcome to his heaven
His heaven on
Welcome to his heaven
Social media
Welcome to his heaven
You might be lost, but he has found his heaven
His heaven on
Welcome to his heaven
Social media
Welcome to his heaven
On the tenth level depth of Hell
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12. |
The Tatterdemalions
03:16
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The touch of skin, the deadliest sin
He’s purified under the lock
In the tower he’ll stay, scrape up earth every day
From the grave in which he shall rot
As they hide away, to live is to decay
Virtue leads to the fate of Job
Their bodies enmeshed in pleasures of the flesh
‘Til they’re exposed and brought down by the mob
Abiding like fools to their punitive rules
Don’t deny the freedom of vice
The bricks and mortar of existential slaughter
If you think they’ll hold me then think twice
The hung, drawn and quartered of London Town
We’re lost but far from alone
There’s no shame to be bound to this destitute ground
Among the Tatterdemalions
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Weimar Manchester, UK
Weimar is
Aidan Cross- vocals, rhythm guitar
Stephen Sarsen- lead guitar
John Armstrong- bass
Anthony Edwards- drums
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