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The Saltire
04:07
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A familiar face
That you don’t recognise
I knew the real St. Andrew
A Parliament can’t change my mind
Like the Cromarty Firth
He’s always by your side
So cut us free into the North Sea
And leave the despots behind
I have got to let you know
I have got to let you know
I will always be on your side
As the Saltire flies
A Hebridean Isle
A Clynelish bottle
Or as far as I can be
From the House of the Lords
No modern Highland clearance
In a subtle new fashion
I will meet you in George Square
Armed with love and passion
I have got to let you know
I have got to let you know
I will always be on your side
As the Saltire flies
So, take a stroll though Weir’s Way
There’s still so much to see
We’ll protect our future
By teaching ‘Chomsky’ in our schools
Teach ‘Chomsky’ in our schools
Teach 'Chomsky' in our schools
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Majestic Masses
06:09
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A wasted day and a wasted night
Everything changed by the time you’d arrived
The empty words, the hyperbole
The blatant lie of democracy
The constant fear and moral disguise
Or the chance to build better lives?
Maybe we all want the same things?
Do you count your money or your blessings?
Maybe one day we’ll all realise
It was already broken
It is already broken
They will crush you in the comfort of your own home
Then we’ll pay a fortune to repeat it all
The heart-string/purse-string choreography
Is the germ warfare of our 'democracy'
You’re on your knees in this austerity
And ‘The Vow’ of change is a mere fallacy
I know we all want the same things
But some of us hide and some of us scream
The Beat(en) Generation have realised
It was already broken
It is already broken
It is already broken
It is already broken
If you’re not angry, you’re not paying attention
If you’re not angry, you’re not paying attention
It is already broken
It is already broken
You've only got yourself to blame
You've only got yourself to blame
It is already broken
It is already broken
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3. |
Forward To Square One
04:20
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I need a new addiction
One that cures the one before
And all those fatalistic flaws
I need a new obsession
Something real, to pacify the failings
And all that they’ve tried to steal
With every passing year, passing year
Making a soul austere, soul austere
With every passing year, passing year
Making a soul austere, soul austere
I need a new addiction
One that cures the one before and the one before
And all those poisoned thoughts
I need a new diction, a new alphabet
To find some words to describe all this holy fucking mess
There’s no pride before the fall
An end stuck on repeat
A new collapse of progress
Where no more ends can meet
With every passing year, passing year
Making a soul austere, soul austere
With every passing year, passing year
Making a soul austere, soul austere
These walls heighten
But you never really tried to climb them
These walls heighten
But you never really tried to climb them
With every passing year, passing year
With every passing year, passing year
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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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