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Kingdom Come
05:52
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I spend my morning planning the afternoon’s regrets
I’ve elements and destiny to light me on my way
o happy day I hope to keep my relatives and pets
you can laugh or you can cry
it’s the same saltwater in your eye
I spend my evenings cutting tracts into my soul
weeping into bowls that I’d like to call oblivion
hey, I just swatted an ambiguity with a definition
and awareness is just a pain, a pain in my side
and here is one sodden truth that we all die to confide
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
with a hey and a ho and the world began
my toe don’t know what my heel is doing
horses melt down into glue for gluing
with a hey hey hey and a ho ho ho
isn’t this the way the world should go
with a hey hey hey and a ho ho ho
isn’t this the way the world should go
Talking of romances and your candy-cotton heart
parade the smarting gallery, I know the vagaries of the heart
I though it was the start of, I thought it was a part of you
– Dolly I don’t shit miracles
A tired question bred a child,
asked the question why it smiled
ruled over a mountain and drowning in a fountain
the water spilled and the child’s heart filled
and what is it that we owe the dead
and what is it that we owe the dead
[chorus]
Cast the penny in the wishing well
there’s one in every garden, 3000 in my hell
o child you are denied the glorious sadness of my vision
I’m overwhelmed I’m overfilled, looking at the bleak division
it’s the noblest of provisions, and I’m dressing your incisions
with a gauze that we call dignity
and what would you say if I questioned your way
if I sued for your conscience and asked for my pay
it’s a matter of moments, it’s a matter of minutes
and you’d better start bitching for I’m loosing my freedom
there’s a get it while you can in my world that’s blighting all I can get
I’ve told you time and time again, I’ve told you time and time again
what’s tense but an order, I’ve a fucking lobe disorder
[chorus]
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2. |
Materialistic Man
03:40
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I am rich I am remarkable
I have an automobile and a country retreat
I am rich I am remarkable
I am your materialistic man
I am your materialistic man
I am rich I am intelligent
I have a loving wife and two lovely daughters
I am rich I am intelligent
I am your materialistic man
I am your materialistic man
I am rich I am sophisticated
I have a city office and a pretty secretary
I am rich I am sophisticated
I am your materialistic man
I am your materialistic man
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So you think you’re unhappy
my well-trodden packhorse
take a look at the tiles
you’ll see the cracks on them are fading
your eyesight’s not as good as it was
So you think you’re unhappy
my sweet little one
o count the hairs and the hands
growing much too older
you’ll see that the time for repression has come
So you think you’re unhappy, my Odysseus
of your dying underground
just look down the tramlines
and the broken siding
you know they’re of no use now
It’s just a repetition for this world
it’s just a repetition for this world
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4. |
Sacre Bleu
03:28
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By the light of the river
by the dark of the moon
if I said I’m in love
what would you do
I’ve got a basket of loonies
gonna give them to you
once in a blue moon
– sacrebleu
By the dark of the river
by the light of the moon
if I said I’m in love
what would you do
I’ve got a basket of loonies
gonna give them to you
once in a blue moon
– sacrebleu
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5. |
Wee Sorg
04:47
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Viewing transparencies as they go down
drowning in the suburbs of a lifetime
squeamish in the milk of a thousand dreams
laughing at their naivety
The wildlife of the tranquil vale
sidling up to the bank manager’s daughter
drowning in the world in a garage dream
sugared and cloying, sweetened and pampered
plotting in their wake, who’s speaking?
The wildlife of the tranquil vale
slowing down to the speed of their ancestors
scheming through the lying laughter
worshipping idols set by their servants
Lord help me, lord help me
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Blind Rag
07:21
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I spend my days in awkward situations
in a front room, I’m a back room
I spend my money on the town
feeling up and feeling down
I’ve got a buddy who buys me drinks
I’ve got a girl who’s six months gone
and when I fall down in the dirt
I’ve got stains on my heart and stains on my shirt
Michael’s angel’s got the virus
mop my armpits I've been dancing
Brother Michael met his maker
gave him shit and hell and hardware
I’ve got a girl, she’s so much a woman
she knows my stomach and she knows my shirts
I meet my girl in pubs and alleyways
and as we kiss, o as we kiss
I resurrect my insincerity
Brother Michael was killed yesterday
Brother Michael shot his girlie
threw himself from a tower block, screaming
– if I stuff my thoughts short maybe things will get better
[chorus]
Life falls through my trouser legs
like boys down back-street Putney
and I’ve got lips for cigarettes and bread and mango chutney
when I take her in my arms I say, tell me lord above
are we wrestling or embracing?
she says we’re making love
[chorus]
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Fetish For Today
03:29
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Every night will be a death night
a black and white night, a red and knife night
every day will be a death day
morbid voyeurs, car-crash site display
– a fetish for today, a fetish for today
Blind man standing on her doorstep
he throws acid in her young face
feeling raw and mentally shattered
her daily routine ended suddenly
– she’s a fetish for today, she’s a fetish for today
Words by John Balance
1983
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Scars For E
06:45
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A severe endeavour to sever the past
a stone cast by darkness to shatter the glass
and scars remain to stain the pain
white stains remain remain
bloodstains remain remain
pain stains darkest can’t explain
the scars for E that infest me
the scars for E that infest me
Scars for E, o weeping sadness is blurred
flesh and memory, steel blades and tears
and scars remain to stain the pain
white stains remain remain
sweat stains remain remain
pain deepest can’t contain
the scars for E that infest me
the scars for E that infest me
A trust from me, a thrust from E
stained by dead horses, smeared with blood voices
video violence watch towers of silence
video violence watch towers of silence
fall, crush the sadness I feel
and scars remain to stain the pain
white stains remain remain
bloodstains remain remain
pain stains darkest can’t contain
the scars for E that infest me
the scars for E that infest me
Words by John Balance
1982
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10. |
Here To Go
04:11
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As he walked to her window she cried to his back
– I want to be close to you
Gazing into the distance he disposed of her
glimpse of eternity
– every bond is a bond of sorrow
I am here to go
– that’s a quotation, you know
I can tell you nothing that you do not know
I can show you nothing that you have not seen
I am that I am, I’m here to go
I am that I am, that I happen
I am that I am, till the fields shift
– I’m here to go
I can tell you nothing that you do not know
I can show you nothing that you have not seen
we are that we are, we’re here to go
we are that we are, that we happen
See what I say as well as I hear it
see what I say as well as I hear it
surely this is it at last, surely this is it at last
[repeat]
You are forced to obey the suggestions we are making
Do it now do it later
speed up slow down
obey the law break the law
listen to me ignore me
trust in me trust in no one
[repeat]
I am that I am that I happen, I am a resultant
I am a coincidence of fields, I am, I am is my here
I am here, for what am I here I am
I am what I am, I am here for I am hear to go
I am that I am that I happen, I am a resultant
a coincidence of fields
when the magnetic fields shift there is no here
I am gone, I am thought in action
my field shifts for my thought is action
and I go, I am gone
I am that I am that I happen
Stop this song, stop this song
Words by John Balance
Additional lyrics by CA
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Cultural Amnesia UK
Part of the post-punk/industrial tape scene of the 70s and 80s, Cultural Amnesia released three cassette albums and, since
the late 90s, have begun recording once again.
All digitally available music can be found here. Biographical information is at the band’s website.
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