1. |
Stuck on Love
02:00
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Stuck on Love
The first time he saw her
All in white
Hovering above the ground
In a hot Chisinau night
Colombian scents pervaded
All eyes turned blear
She dragged him round the corner
And lit a cone of powdered cheer
All our lives, all our lives
Stuck on love
The first time she saw him
Floating in the waves
The ocean painted
Calme, luxe, volupté
Beneath the murmuring pines
Sleep was dear
"The sun's a distant war"
She whispered in his ear
All our lives, all our lives
Stuck on love
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2. |
Unblues
02:58
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Unblues
How to sing the blues when you're not feeling blue at all
When blues is nothing but a promise of some exotic rise and fall
When life is grand and love's alive and work is fun
And yet there lures this dark light from a dying sun
How to sing the blues when feeling blue is what you miss
When gloom's a strange fruit and you hear the serpent's hiss
When loss and fear appear as beacons in a joyful mind
But when you look inside... all that you can find is
We've conquered sea and earth and sky
And still we don't know why
We're born, we love, we doubt, we fight, we die
How to sing the blues when your wife neither left nor died
When all your problems culminate in comfort, health and light
When skies are blue and faith is true and uncle Joe is kind
But when you look inside... all that you can find is
We've conquered sea and earth and sky
And still we don't know why
We're born, we love, we doubt, we fight, we die
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We've conquered sea and earth and sky
And still we don't know why
We're born, we love, we doubt, we fight, we die
We've conquered sea and earth and sky
And still we don't know why
We're born, we love, we doubt, we fight, we die
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3. |
Overspades
02:10
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Overspades
Winter is coming
The beasts are back in town
Blades are clashing, heads are smashing
Love and reason down
Winter is coming
The asshats claim the crown
Sense is raped, all tongues are taped
The ghetto's all around
Winter is coming
There's only one way out
Before the ice eats us alive
We'll dance and sing and shout
Overspades!
Winter is coming
The grapes of wrath are foul
Joy and lust give way to crusts
Of fear and servile vows
Winter is coming
Preachers roam the streets
Faith and hope return like zombies
Clad in dusty sheets
Winter is coming
Whoever shelters rules
Huddle in the domes of science,
Capital and schools
Overspades!
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You Can't Beat the Beaten
They say the end is near
That we'll all disappear
We could not care less
'Cause we're not living here
We're living on the run
Flyin' from sun to sun
In a blaze of speed and dust
Our downfall's long begun
You can't beat the beaten, Sir
A blood star's shining high in the
Apocalyptic sky
Horsemen, angels, trumpets, dragons
The good old lullaby
A toast to lamb and throne
Hail the terrordrome
What is to come has long been with us
We're finally at home
You can't beat the beaten, Sir
Fishermen and costermongers,
Brokers, whores, and zealous plonkers
Panic with the bumblebees
The turtles and the tartar trees
And when the seals are broken
We pick our winning token
And on our satellites we cheer
Delivered as bespoken!
You can't beat the beaten, Sir
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5. |
For the Sun
02:47
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For the Sun
I saw you rambling
Down the tracks
I saw you bleeding
Face down with the rats
I saw you sitting
At the dock of the bay
With a loaded pistol
And your time flown away
I saw you staring
Into the devil's eyes
Playin' a golden fiddle
Backed by a swarm of flies
I saw you diving
In a submarine
With the sons of Nemo
To wherenever to be seen
I saw you reaching
For the sun
You grabbed a strong beam
And you made it burn
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6. |
Shotguns & Shells
02:46
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7. |
Muscle March
03:10
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Muscle March
Pump!
Push!
Pull!
Lift!
Squat!
Row!
Sweat!
Suffer!
Curl!
Press!
Breath!
Tread!
Grow!
Fast!
Flex!
Pose!
Muscle is what we need
Contraction, movement, heat
Life's a weight so pick it up and lift it
Love's a super set you're never through it
Can you hear the bar-bells ringing
The Holy Pump is near
A thousand iron angels singing
Lift yourself above your fear!
The Gods made muscle
For you to enlarge
All the pilgrims on the muscle march!
All the pilgrims join the muscle march!
Join the muscle!
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8. |
Turtle Tattoo
01:59
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Turtle Tattoo
I'm not as desparate as you
To get myself a turtle tattoo
On a Friday afternoon
When there's nothing else to do
Than pierce your skin with chinks
And fill em up with easy inks
I'm not as bored as you
I don't need a turtle tattoo
To hell with the ink of the week
I like my canvas bleak
I'm not depressed like you
To cheer me up with turtle tattoos
Belated totem rites on the
Last man's phantasites
Flesh in quest of sense
And an alibi suspense
I'm not as bored as you
I don't need a turtle tattoo
To hell with the ink of the week
I like my canvas bleak
You want distraction
We are here for action
We are gladly sinking
You're just wishful inking
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9. |
Beasts and Bytes
02:16
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Beasts and Bytes
I don't want to party
With humans any more
Human company
Is such a fucking bore
Left wing, right wing, anarchy
It's no use anyway
As long as it is human
It finally goes astray
I just wanna hook up
With the stones and sloths
I long for coffee parties
With algas, quartz and moths
I'm entertained by cumuli
Enlightened by the sand
I'm thrilled by artworks, yes I am
If just the artist's dead
And should the reign of cyborgs dawn
I'll be the first in line
To pledge allegiance to their flag
And kneel before their shrines
I wanna go where the cold winds blow
And wolves howl with machines
Beasts and bytes, things and strings
Our patchwork families
Hubba Bubba, fusion bombs
Big bubbles, no troubles
Hooray for our ingenuity
Now watch us turn to last year's rubble
We think that we are different
Well, that's the difference
As for me I am happy
To mingle with machines and ants
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10. |
Stalked by Love
06:14
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Stalked by Love
The first time he saw her
In the flickering lights
The hunters blew their horns
As he gripped her tight
The first times she saw him
Lost in dreams
She said: "the tides will turn"
As she kissed her schemes
All our lives, all our lives
Stalked by love
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The Silver Ants Zürich, Switzerland
The Silver Ants are a regressive rock duo from Zurich, Switzerland. Founded in 2015. Throat, bass, drums. No bullshit. Songs about life and everything else.
Retro is dead.
Long live regro.
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