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There be regulations, tighter laws, finer rules, deeper orders
For the first against the wall
In the name of our fathers unknown
The warm glove to be shown
Birth of a nation, high-rise
Word of skill, speak of manners, mark it well
Fruit to bear, young preserved
Mouths to feed, how they've grown into an insolent tone
Rose of Jericho, flesh silhouettes, our enchantment of the wind
From your cures to disease, seething from denial
Common goal, silencing moans
I gave you rights, I gave you need
Provided all you could conceive
And this is how you repay, in fatigue, vile cabaret
Borderlines not many miles from home
Cead mile failte, in wiser tomes
Marching in line, all single file, to ways we're prone
No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs
Servile are permitted
Read the rules, read the signs
These are the fucking limits, I know only familiar tones
Trigger my interest, all the rage, every battle, every plague
With the piles of dying peasants curled up in the corner, fivefold, ashes to throw
Borderlines not many miles from home
Cead mile failte, in wiser tomes
Sound in repose, timelines of woe, down into Delilah
Serve you're servile, stacks in the mire, demise
Borderlines not many miles from home
Cead mile failte, in wiser tomes
Marching in line, all single file, to ways we're prone
Every little line imprisons while they fall alone
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Clocks
04:00
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Cut the phone lines, sever ties
Shelter ready, darling?
Fragments, all mine, set aside
Fear, I let it all in
Salt of the earth, everything burns
Alone at last, heaven's gate
Part eye to eye, shiver then smile
Married to a fine domain
Tell me, where's the gold, Kyle? Audible all in
You've been told time now, going back all over again
Tick, tock, there go the clocks
How long can it last? Do you feel the ground cracking? I wonder
Fail to deliver, alas. Harder to breathe without the trees we sat under
What would I do without you?
Tick, tock, there go the clocks
Cut the phone lines, sever ties
Billons rising by the day
Canon Law, powers that be
We're hanging by a thread
Promise your honour, no word of a lie
I'll answer questions if you just feed me replies
Hands are upon her, eyes to the sky
Secular stagnation, swear to comply
Billons rising by the day
Canon Law, powers that be
We're hanging by a thread
What would I do without you?
Tell me where's the gold, Kyle Now we're dead in the water.
What to do when that old romance be gone
What would I do without you?
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20/20
02:57
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Drip, drop, don't ever stop
All eyes on the prize until the whole world's coming up
Doctor, fix the shot, with sugar on top
Keep feeding the habit, all i need is what i got
Take my hand, take it from me
Now that i can be found swimming in pethidine
But if i could show delight
Would you tell me that i'm only
Some slave to paralyse with a sentimental glow?
I got four on the floor, six in the hand
There's twenty one waiting, with five on demand
Got ten in the senate, nine on the stand
With an additional seven
That we owe twenty grand
Take my hand, take it from me
Now that i can be found swimming in pethidine
But if i could show delight
Would you tell me that i'm only
Some slave to paralyse with a sentimental glow?
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Ribs
03:32
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World Of Mirrors
03:34
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These visions of the fine and free
Parade in gowns in piety
Shutting down, standing back
To the roles we do attach
Desire, envisage, only projections of image
World of mirrors, world of mirrors
Faces crushed against the glass
Proximities cast in wax
With no regard these habits age
Errors past, our infants wait
Desire, envisage, only projections of image
World of mirrors, world of mirrors
Division bred from ancient themes
Pride, our dying empathy
Continents, their misery
Is shared, no separate entity
Desire, envisage, only projections of image
World of mirrors
Now both sides look the same to me
Tower upon us, respect to lean
Neither for love nor money
No such thing as society
WORLD OF MIRRORS
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Monitors Paris, France
A band built on friendship across three cultures, that’s the foundation for Monitors; settled in mainland Europe, they combine talent from Liverpool, Bihać, and Paris.
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