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Argon
03:59
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A liquid sky
Of potassium pink
Burns pale and cold
Behind the cloud
A shoal of crows swims overhead
And makes me think aloud
Of you, my love
Of you
This strip of grey
And argon blue
Is fading fast
Now shines anew
It turns and turns
And squirms and yearns
And burns to bring me back
To you, my love
Of you
Of you
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2. |
Grey Haired Woman
02:44
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Grey-haired woman
Stares into the street
Watches passers-by
Slip beneath her feet
Silver anglepoise
Sits beside her steely hair
Single window pane
Frames her bedroom and the air
Grey-haired woman
Have you nowhere else to go?
Won't you come outside?
There must be someone you know
There's a world out here
Come and join us down below
Throw away your fear
No need to rush, take it slow
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3. |
Kleptocracy
03:46
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We are living in a kleptocracy
Sharp-suited piracy
They talk of treaties and partnerships
They dream of power and avarice
They tell you “vote”
But they don’t care which way because they’ve got you by the throat
Indentured wage slaves
Work for pigs in suits
Who pull the strings of those who
Tell the lies in truth
Who have the ones who rule us
Make the laws that suit
Pay the ones who rule us for the laws that suit
They print the laws that bind us
In the Times font
Print the laws that bind us
In the Times font
It’s a kleptocracy
We are living in a kleptocracy
Cult of hypocrisy
Hard-working people
Fill the mouths of the faecal
In a steel-glass cathedral
To the power of the venal
Almighty dollar
Leaves the poor ones in squalor
While the suits and the collars
Have their funds in Gibraltar
Monsanto monsters snare the peasant farmers
Make them buy the seeds that they bring to harm us
Now they self-destruct
And they're copyright
And now Monsanto owns the whole world's birthright
It’s a kleptocracy
Cult of hypocrisy
Fiscal pornography
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4. |
Snakes
03:58
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The black night ebbs and flows across the city
In the towers lights glow without pity
Behind the windows pairs of eye glitter and shine
Because the snakes have bought themselves a diamond mine
The sand blows along the sun-baked coast
Over nation after nation that's ruled by the ghost
Of the snake who says he's brother of the people
But he commands and controls with brutal steel
(chorus:)
There are snakes in the grass
There are snakes in the ground
There are snakes in the trees
There are snakes all around
The snakes have got your vote
And the snakes have got your cash
And the snakes have got the guns
And they're aiming at your soul
A riot soundtrack of my youth
Guitar and drum and search for truth
A bedsit wall encloses the days
We fought the snakes at barricades
(chorus)
The black night ebbs and flows across the city
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5. |
Spooks
05:41
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Well I'm not used to being run along rock and roll lines
The sun will set and the moon will rise
And the stars begin to shine
And the dogs are running riot in the fields and in the mines
And the spooks are watching videos of you
Morning, noon and night
Well a friend of mine went travelling
A long, long time ago
To see friends he journeyed overseas
As close as he could go
He came back across the border
And much to his surprise
Saw the muzzle of an SLR
Right between his eyes
They said "What's your name and date of birth?"
"And none of the usual tricks"
It's only me, Mike Morrison, nineteen fifty six
So they went away to do their checks
And very soon returned
He stuck his face right up to Mike's
And told him what he'd learned
"Are you Robert Michael Stuart"
"Of fifteen Hessle Grove?"
Said Mike to he, "Yes that is me"
"And I know how you know"
"For I moved there just a week ago"
"And the only ones I've told"
"Are those fuckers at the bank"
"Who have my secrets and my gold"
So here's to Edward Snowden
And the service he's performed
But if you think that's something new
Then you're not even warm
They've been watching us for decades
In the service of the state
And it's been nineteen eighty four since nineteen sixty eight
Spooks are watching video of you
Morning noon and night
Spooks are watching video of you
Morning noon and night
Spooks are watching video of you
Spooks are watching video of you
Spooks
Spooks
Spooks
Spooks
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Unbelievers
02:21
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I sometimes think you don't believe
In me
And when I go away
That I would not rather be
Here
With you
But believe me darling
I think of you all the time
And every hour of road
That I spend driving
Is wasted time
Every hour away from you
Is missing from my life
Maybe I'm an unbeliever too
But I believe that you're my life
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7. |
Symptoms and Signs
04:21
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It's not that hard
To write a song,
Or so I've heard
About how baby done you wrong
Or of how love is so absurd
But harder far to write the lines
Of how you far apart before my eyes
I sit and hold you helplessly
As you lose control in front of me
But I know
And you know
You're so much more than symptoms and signs
I know
And you know
The fire and laughter behind your eyes
The cards we're dealt are not the same
The deuce is one step from the ace
The hand your body's dealt to you
Has been a loser through and through
But I know
And you know
You're so much more than symptoms and signs
I know
And you know
The fire and laughter behind your eyes
The doctors only see your pain
Another case, another name
But we all know the real you
Who gives us more than doctors do
But we know
And you know
You're so much more than symptoms and signs
We know
And you know
The fire and laughter behind your eyes
We know
And you know
You won't bow down to symptoms and signs
We know
And you know
The power and passion behind your eyes
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Palace Thieves UK
Palace Thieves are a band from the north of the UK. We used to be called Spooks - but now we're not! Drifting between Huddersfield and Leeds, we're Pete Cahill, Ned Jolley, Pete Bevington and Karl Hockless. Currently gigging around West Yorkshire, we hope to be playing in your town soon! ... more
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