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Christmas Is A Time To Get Really Fucked​!​! XIX

by ChristmasIsATimeToGetReallyFucked

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It's keeping me awake. How much do you make? I'll pay my debt, You lose your head! With no sleep, no peace, no dreams. And I feel, the moment pass me by. And I can't sleep, and Lord knows I tried. It's just little me, a pleasure built on sight. My lover's gin, is just glass and ice. You'll never leave me alone! This house, you built is not your home. I'll take a breath. To breathe, to leave, a mouth full of teeth, a glorious down-sized tradition NO.
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Wait for the driver who will take you away But you can’t stand laughter when it’s pointed at thee Uptown turnaround is doing you in But it’s hard to fall apart you don’t know where to begin Parking cars you’ve got to do it right You’re getting messy got those ants in your brain You’re flying three feet high on a two-inch plane Into tomorrow but it’s harder to see Eating entropy sandwiches there’s no guarantee High rise building calls again and again Just remember aspiration’s where the air is too thin Drive by satellites transmitting your sound Open throttle in a bottle til your head hits the ground
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that manner of being I don't remember well that whiny sweet girly thrill forced down into a grainy hell that whiny sweet girly thrill mud-soft the outside fork out wise guy
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I really hate that trouble greets me like an old friend, courts me like a lover, how I hope it never ends. We could be strangers. Well trouble both finds and follows, leads me into danger, tugs at my skirts, how I hope it never ends. The odds are against it. Troubles unwelcome company, we were just dreaming, it was a fantasy, weren't we though. I wouldn't mind if trouble were offset by some kind of pleasure, something to keep and to treasure, How I hope it never ends. We could be strangers. Troubles unwelcome company, we were just dreaming, it was a fantasy, weren't we though. Trouble is unwelcome company. I really hate that trouble greets me like an old friend, courts me like a lover, how I hope it never ends. We could be strangers.
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I'M THE DIRECTOR I CAME HERE FROM SOMEWHERE I LIVE IN A OFFICE AT THE TOP OF A BUILDING IT'S ALL ABOUT PLANNING THE CENTRE OF ANGER I MAKE DECISIONS THAT AFFECT PEOPLE WHO DON'T EVEN KNOW THEY DON'T WANNA GO THEY CAN'T SEE THE FLOW THEIR TO TO YOUR FRO THE INVISIBLE SHOW OF THE WAY THAT LIFE GOES AND EVENTUALLY, OH COS THE TRUTH CAN BE SLOW I'M THE DIRECTOR I CAME HERE FROM SOMEWHERE I WORK IN AN OFFICE AT THE TOP OF A BUILDING YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW
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Left right left right See straight ahead and it ain’t so bright I’m sick she’s sick, we’re all sick together And it’s so right Tomorrow’s gunna be - nothing short of ecstasy And it’s so vibes (Highhhh) In light of everything, fractal pterodactyls sing at low tide Right left right left Order doesn’t matter as she undress Sick of the fantasy Bring around what has to be So clear as Cheer up cheer up Pierre the de lune Crack a old smile The yeti has to be Something else infinity It’s so wild ITS SOOOO WILDDDD!
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Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo Ba-dum, ba-dum An army, an army, An army crawling out from the sand An army, an army, An army crawling out from the sand The kids stand around the band stand, Because they cant stand to be at home, And be alone and wonder, How they can appear more so I like the way you’re dancing on the steps in France Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo Ba-dum, ba-dum An army, an army, An army crawling out from the sand An army, an army, An army crawling out from the sand Tweed jacket, Messy hair, Square frames And complications, Children of the village they will, Kick you when you’re low I like the way you’re dancing on the steps in France Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo Bad-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, badayo Ba-dum, ba-dum
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How do I feel so much my senses bust like a clock that tells the wrong time? I'll believe what's right in front of me with the cogs' unconscious wind. If I thought that we were meant to be - then unveil the string of lies. I'll believe what's right in front of me and repress a state of mind. To accept that time is broken, Replace the wheel's spoke then. To accept that time is broken, Replace the wheel's spoke then. What appeals so much is trashin' up my unrequited life. Sedentary infrastructure helps to pass the time. Accept that time is broken, Replace the wheel's spoke then. To accept that time is broken, replace the wheel's spoke then.
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Stop your whining and your crying all your stupid dreams are over now
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My brains, my brains, my brains...
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I'm ticklish Especially on my nape Tickle me please Whilst you wear your superman... ... Cape! I'm captain zod If you want this ticklish bod Then you gotta tickle me Whilst you wear your superman... ... Cape! I'm ticklish Tickle me please Whilst you wear your superman... ... Cape! I'm ticklish Especially on my nape Tickle me please Whilst I wear my superman... ... Cape!
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Jeering down in your judgement from a council of witches Pre-formed forever in opinion Words are scattered like matches in a palace of cowards Careless striking will burn it all down You’re in the wrong And there’ll be hell to pay for the things that you say before too long Traitors standing in line to sell their souls to the serpent Watch as ambition consumes their eyes Masquerading amongst the righteous, trading in poison disguised A so-called mission of mercy is lies And they’re in the wrong And there’ll be hell to pay for the things that they say before too long
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The air turned cold and chill on the day that you left So summer turned and the world moved on Now that the shadows lengthen there’s a light at my door To guide you home until the years end I fear the gap in space in this empty room The void inside amongst the gathering gloom Your two old jumpers vie to keep the cold at bay Alas Jack Frost... he’s won the day Since the summer’s gone the nights have grown long At least the dark is lit by pumpkin lanterns I long for a day that you could return I spent that autumn waiting for you Can I look forward with hope and seasonal cheer Share in the magic of the dying year And head on out into the night and the crisp autumn air Meet friends, relations and revellers there Fireworks fly in the dark night sky Ponder the fate of that poor old Guy And the green man sleeps the long cold winter away Until the cycle turns and spring comes again
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released December 20, 2019

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This compilation © Marseglia Records 2019.

Mastered by Chris Mann for Prods In The Dark
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Artwork by LJ Art
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Compiled by Tom Gaskell, with Pip Johnson & Tom Fielder
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MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!

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In 2001, three friends put together a compilation CD of their own music as personalised Christmas gifts for their nearest and dearest friends. What started as half joke / half promo-material-under-the-guise-of-Christmas-generosity began to repeat year after year, and took on a life of its own. The album now serves as an end-of-year collection of local music given away free at a chaotic launch gig. ... more

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