DARK MATTERS
Released: 2008
Label: No
Producer: Slackplanet
Lineup:
Paul: Vocals
Stu: Guitars
Ryan: Bass, Vocals
Rob: Drums n Electrickery
LYRICS
HATE
SONG
Just
in case you can’t tell by the look on my face
Just in case you can’t tell by the look on my face
Just in case the reasons, are not clear I’ll spell it out
You see there are no fucking reasons, just blind unbending hate
Just in case you can’t tell by the look on my face
Just in case you can’t tell by the look on my face
Just
in case you can’t see that, blind unbending hatred
Is the method by which madness, makes a means for itself
So suffer little children and succumb to your fate
As hysterical fear, becomes your natural state
Kow-tow
to
the latest craze, Hate is all the rage
Kow-tow to
the latest craze, Hate is all the rage
Kow-tow to
the latest craze, Hate is all the rage
Kow-tow to
the latest craze, Hate is all the rage
Social
regression, is a national obsession so
Join the procession, conform and obey
The degeneration of, Generation X
Back to its natural state, now that apathy is dead
Social
regression, is a national obsession so
Join the procession, fall into step
So suffer little children now that apathy is dead
You don’t need no fucking reasons, just conform and obey
Kow-tow
to
the latest craze, Hate is all the rage
Kow-tow to
the latest craze, Hate is all the rage
Kow-tow to
the latest craze, Hate is all the rage
Shit-kicking is
the latest craze, Hate is all the rage
WINTER
SUN
I’ve
never seen you look so pale and drawn
No fanfare now for the golden dawn
No self-respect, no power, no pride
When all grand delusions are cast aside
I’m
staring into the winter sun
I can’t believe that it’s the same one
That put the melanomas under my skin
Where does it end, where does it begin
I’m staring into the winter sun
I can’t believe that it’s the same one
That burnt my eyes to the back of my head
Summer is gone, summer is dead
It
hurts that much harder the further you fall
& when the world was at your beck and call
You towered above like a rising star
Bet you never thought you could fall this far
I’m
staring into the winter sun
I can’t believe that it’s the same one
That put the melanomas under my skin
Where does it end, where does it begin
I’m staring into the winter sun
I can’t believe that it’s the same one
That burnt my eyes to the back of my head
Summer is gone, summer is dead
Well
it’s true what goes round comes around
& I don’t mean to kick you when you’re down
Can’t say I’m sorry you’ve had your day
& now all that’s left to do is watch
As you slowly decay
Those
glorious summers they’re in the past
Now long thin shadows are all you cast
The only light you give is the type that blinds
& what light doesn’t keep then darkness finds
BAG
OF BONES
I
took a look inside, I only wanted to see
What I could truly call mine
I got my fingers burned, by my curiosity
‘cause all I really learned
All I really learned
Is
all I am, is all I own
All I am, this bag of bones
Head full of air and a heart of stone
All wrapped up, this bag of bones
Layer
by layer, a mass of contradictions
Are all revealed
Dream by dream, those hopes and aspirations,
Lie concealed
A lie concealed
All
I am, is all I own
All I am, this bag of bones
Head full of air and a heart of stone
All wrapped up, this bag of bones
What’s
in the…
What’s in the…
What’s in the…
What’s in the… Basket
The
truth is painful, and like the best of medicines
The taste is vile
If you think that maybe, you’re sick of feeling sick
There’s always denial
You can choose denial
All
I am, is all I own
All I am, this bag of bones
Head full of air and a heart of stone
All wrapped up, this bag of bones
MJH
Roll
up, roll up, we’ve got a lot of work to do
There’s so much good we all can achieve
Call the celebs and other media-ocritiesTM
Included the jaded and the naive
Bono, Sir Bob, get Sting down off the Barbican
Now there’s some good we all can do
Boybands, girlbands and all the in-betweener bands,
We got the ultimate photo shoot for you
C’mon,
C’mon, let’s make Jesus history Turn a brand new page
C’mon, C’mon, let’s make Jesus history The dawning of
a new age
C’mon, C’mon, let’s make Jesus history This ain’t
no teenage phase
C’mon, C’mon, let’s make Jesus history Everyone needs
a cause these days
Sign
up, sign up, get heads above the parapet
Rent a crusade for just one day
Bring out your dead and line up their anthologies
Who said that doing good doesn’t pay
Re-mix, re-master, resurrect, reanimate,
Re-package, redesign re-release
Fooling the children of the revolution then
Tour the world and shift some units
C’mon,
C’mon, let’s make Jesus history Turn a brand new page
C’mon, C’mon, let’s make Jesus history The dawning of
a new age
C’mon, C’mon, let’s make Jesus history This ain’t
no teenage phase
C’mon, C’mon, let’s make Jesus history Everyone needs
a cause these days
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I
Can't Turn Away
Hear it
making
a killing Hear
it
M.J.H.