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Lyrics from a past life.


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I'm not really sure what is to be gained from this exercise. These are lyrics I wrote for a band I was in years ago. In fact they were written, recorded and released circa 1988-1992. So, like'em or not , the die is cast.

I suppose it might be interesting to hear what anybody makes of them, how they're interpreted, how they affect your perception of the writer,etc....You're welcome to rip the crap out of them if you like: I certainly won't be offended. The first batch were written for the band's first album, which came out around 1989-90.

Later stuff, later!

Bald Men Set The Pace

Bald men set the pace

Filling advertising space

Bald men set the pace

Buying treatments at bulk-rates

Bald men set the pace

Adapt a style to save your face

Bald men set the pace

Do what you can to hide your shame

Bald men set the pace

Plagued by insecurity

Bald men set the pace

Spreading rumours about virility

Bald men...bald men...

Ridicule is nothing to be scared of....

A Blow To The Head (With A Blunt Instrument)

Take that and learn it, it's your only chance.

Sit down and keep your ears pinned back.

Accept, and paint a pretty picture of the world.

That's good - now are you ready for a big surprise?

Mother ...father...someone...who am I?

Take that. The drug of youth makes you rebel.

Fight back for your worthy cause.

Stand up and be counted for what you are

What's that? another role-play situation...

Goodbye mother...and father...someone...lead me.

Take that. You hit the ground for the second time

Lie back and think of England, just for a second (or two)

Look back and remember what it used to mean

And then laugh...(sick)...losing side again

Mother....father... someone...who am I?

Blood Beats

Hormones pumping

Blood beats

Always loving yourself more

Miracle Of Dead Baby

Miracle of dead baby

Miracle of dead baby

Death for profit

Think nothing of it

Suffocate earth

Rejoice!...still-birth

Nothing is sacred:

Innocent, naked

Economisation is a poor excuse for murder...

Miracle of dead baby

Growth? ...it's just a bonsai tree

Distorted society

Build a plastic sculpture

For a thalidomide culture.

Malign the malformed,

Growing cold on a slab...

Glad to be the victim of a cost-cutting move?

Miracle of dead baby

Miracle of dead baby

Crusher

Trance!

Straight-jackets and ties

Gnawed-down nails

Normality

Cerebral comas

Frozen fish eyes

Betray no emotion

Numb

Too dead to live...too scared to die

Put through the crusher

Emerging as clones

Squashed to perfection

Automatons

The monster grows fatter

Faceless, featureless

Vegetable matter

Aimless creatures.

Too dead to live ...too scared to die..

Live, die...live, die,...live, die

I spit in your eye

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Can't seem to get this last one inside a quote box for some reason, but no matter...

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A Blow To The Head (With A Blunt Instrument)

Take that and learn it, it's your only chance.

Sit down and keep your ears pinned back.

Accept, and paint a pretty picture of the world.

That's good - now are you ready for a big surprise?

Mother ...father...someone...who am I?

Take that. The drug of youth makes you rebel.

Fight back for your worthy cause.

Stand up and be counted for what you are

What's that? another role-play situation...

Goodbye mother...and father...someone...lead me.

Take that. You hit the ground for the second time

Lie back and think of England, just for a second (or two)

Look back and remember what it used to mean

And then laugh...(sick)...losing side again

Mother....father... someone...who am I?

I think this is about always doing what's expected of us. Be a good boy and girl when you are young, rebel when you are in your teens and early 20s and then realize how futile it was to rebel in your older years. Everyone thinks they are an individual, but we are all part of a machine. Everything that can be done already has been done.

Or something along those lines. How presumptuous of me to analyze your lyrics, oh wise and all knowing b-f. :bow:

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I think this is about always doing what's expected of us. Be a good boy and girl when you are young, rebel when you are in your teens and early 20s and then realize how futile it was to rebel in your older years. Everyone thinks they are an individual, but we are all part of a machine. Everything that can be done already has been done.

Or something along those lines. How presumptuous of me to analyze your lyrics, oh wise and all knowing b-f. :bow:

That was partly the point of me putting them there, T-P! If you don't mind me saying, I think you may be overdoing the flattery a little. I mean, I'm a sucker for it, butyou almost sound as if you're being sarcastic...

Anyway, your analysis is pretty astute; moreso the first bit than the last .

I was 23 when I wrote this, so it's not so easy to recall what was going through my head at the time...but I think if you take what you said, add a smattering of angst, a smidgeon of identity crisis and a dose of defeatism, you're about there... :P

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