1. |
Oradour-sur-Glane
03:00
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"Down this road on a summer day in 1944 the soldiers came
Nobody lives here now
They stayed only a few hours, when they had gone
A community which had lived for a thousand years was dead
The day the soldiers came the people were gathered here
The men were taken to garages and barns
The women and children were led down this road and they were driven into this church
A few weeks later, many of those who had done the killing were themselves dead in battle
They never rebuilt Oradour, its ruins are a memorial
Its martyrdom stand for thousands upon thousands of other martyrdoms
In Poland, Russia, Burma, China
In a World at War
This is Oradour-Sur-Glane"
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2. |
Air/Waves
07:28
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Take me where ships go to die
And planes fall from the sky
A million pieces floating by
In a million pieces out of sight
We have wasted all our time
Sleeping, waiting, passive,
Blind-searching for reasons why
Days, then decades, pass us by
If there is one way to die
What a glorious final sight!
From the greatest of heights
Free from fear and compromise
From the government lies
From the fumes burning our eyes
From the factories to the sky
Over mountains, out of sight
Out of sight
I am missing/out of sight
From the government lies
From the fumes burning our eyes
From the factories to the sky
Over mountains, out of sight
Out of sight
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3. |
Remains (Re-Written)
04:45
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In ‘our’ dominion
History must be re-written
But what is history?
Just an opinion someone expressed to me
So dream of what might have been
Now the one you love won’t be coming home tomorrow
Because ‘our’ Britain’s racist legacy will never be shown on the BBC
The global trail of destruction:
Peer or Princess as evil as Hess
In a fifteen thousand pound dress
She looked down on you, you think she cared
But really you were so meaningless
‘Our’ ‘Greatest Briton’?
Well, poison gas was so Churchillian
So from the ‘New’ Americas
The sins stretch far past India
Lloyd George pulled strings
But like the rest, never triggers
Recoiled in safety he just insisted
On reserving "the right to bomb niggers"
Remove and destroy all documents
Of how you slaughtered all recalcitrance
Is this the place you’re really proud of?
If it is, you’re a fucking Conservative
Who iron-fist generations
While sleeping with the corporations
And turning what is ours into missiles
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4. |
Fitz
03:49
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How you spend your life, in percentages:
10 for sleeping and then 90 for the markets
0.1 percent built on greed and waste
So, if we ever have to kill someone, let’s have some taste
I have aged so much just in these few years
But your predatory instinct will adapt to this
You have equity and I have only words
But, I will live and I will die on my own Terms
How you spend your day, in percentages:
100 as an emotional rapist
There is poison in The City
What did it cost for you to buy your personality?
How you spend your night, in percentages:
100 sleeping like a fucking baby
Morning poison seeps from the FT
Into your mind, into your cocaine, into your coffee
Throw a hand grenade into our conversation
Add -5 percent for time spent on introspection
What will manifest is paranoia
So hagel jeder für sich und Gott gegen alle!
Vacuous modern souls
Markets crash and the Pound falls
Panic-buy all your morals
You can run, but from yourself you cannot be protected
Vacuous modern souls
Markets crash and the Pound falls
Panic-buy all your morals
You can run, but from yourself you cannot be protected
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5. |
Omskriften
05:49
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All of these desperate words
That remain unheard
Make us run, and we will
Until we fall off the edge of the Earth
The skyline hides the lies
As we untangle the facts
And our free minds
Destroy your printed works
I abhor the thought of heaven
I search for a spark
While your assumptions
Are wide of the mark
But as clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
I stand before you
To retract all of my prayers
As we remind ourselves
That no one was ever really there
So, let’s cancel our plans
And just drink cheap white wine
Then we can walk by the cliffs
And set the sea on fire
I abhor the thought of heaven
I search for a spark
While your assumptions
Are wide of the mark
But as clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
Words are never what they seem
In this World far beyond all Orwellian dreams
And facts aren’t what they used to be
They only cloud your judgement and are filled with heresy
And when they loved you, they just bought you, but then sold you down the river
They used to print the legend, but to them you’re now a sinner
Because you found the truth and drew rebellious crowds
They smothered you with ridicule and claimed your head is in the clouds
In the clouds
In the clouds
In the clouds
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Fotzepolitic Glasgow, UK
Doug Daniel on Bass Guitar.
Richey Robertson on Vocals,
Words.
Les Willox on Guitar and Synth, Drum, Programming and Computer.
"Fotzepolitic have a deep-layered complex sound with an emphasis on the electronic, which is dark and bleak and with strong views on the science of government"
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