1. |
Welcome to Cremenville
02:50
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Welcome to Cremenville,
Factories closed, broken junk,
this rust costs money
and time consigns your dreams to dust.
Buy a car or buy a TV
Or talk about love with a gin in your hand,
But in the end, you’ll understand
That nothing ever changes.
The stores are closed now,
Down in Cremenville another day gone,
Another round the corner,
The bars all fill with gin-soaked strangers.
Buy a car or buy a TV
Or talk about love with a gin in your hand,
But in the end, you’ll understand
That nothing ever changes.
It’s all some lazy old B-movie,
A B-town bad dream,
Where you work your days raw,
To buy the things you can’t afford,
For the life you never wanted.
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2. |
Submarine
04:17
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Condition green, condition red
You might forget the things you said
But what you like and what you write
Track you through the day and night
That automated ‘thank you’ voice
The stores already know your choice
With perfect algorithmic sight
Of all the data on your life
Devices on, let’s go beneath
You won’t need air down here to breathe
Sub-aqua dreams of what you’ve been
Will let you live up on a screen
We’ve reached a whole new age of man
Where we recede from our own plan
Where every life is sub-marine
Beneath the ocean of machine
Condition black, condition blue
A cold call from the human zoo
Are any left out there at all?
Behind the digital life-wall
One day we built the Great Machine
It was to serve us but we’ve seen;
It only ever served itself
Turned every life to sub-marine
Deep dive, deep dive to inter-space
Don’t need a connection just use your face
Just pray your data lets you in
Cos here you sink or here you swim
We’ve reached a whole new age of man
Where we recede from our own plan
Where every life is submarine
Beneath the ocean of machine
Condition Fake, condition True
There’s really nothing you can do
Just watch the screen don’t feel a thing
Don’t try to think, just trust machine
There’s a brand new kind of fame
where every device knows your name
It sells the secrets of your day
To shape a part for you to play
So if you try to talk to me
I’ll only hear the swelling sea
The background roar of submarine
Drowns out the people we could’ve been
We’ve reached a whole new age of man
Where we recede from our own plan
Where every life is submarine
Beneath the ocean of machine
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3. |
Dark Ocean
03:10
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We were monkeys
Digging in the dirt
So pleased with ourselves
We were cats
Catching our tails
So amazed at ourselves
While a slick black liquid sleeked the world
An ink that wrote a million names
We were snakes
Singing in the mirror
Enchanting ourselves
We were rats
Who danced the polka
With their own shadow
While my name and yours
Were added to the list
And the tide rose up
And carried us out
Into a dark ocean
A dark ocean
At the boundary of sea
It is midnight
We have lost our way
The finger pointing to the moon
Was not the moon
The lost sound of the dawn
The lost dance of eyes and hearts
Unmoored, we cling to driftwood out here
Where the cry of gulls is drowned out
By the silence of the ocean
Dark ocean
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4. |
Fever Dream
05:03
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5. |
Old Cremenville
03:22
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God is a ghost, who rattles the bedposts,
Down in old Cremenville,
There are those that He chose,
But those He outgrows
Are all wasted, down in old Cremenville.
But someday the sun will rise
And the days will be long and filled with surprise
And the children will play in the streets once again
And smiling girls, will sing them to sleep,
Smiling girls will sing them to rest.
Our hearts have grown cold,
Our dreams have been sold
Down in old Cremenville.
Love turns to shadow,
Despair runs mad down in old Cremeville,
But someday the sun will rise
And the days will be long and filled with surprise
And the children will play in the streets once again
And smiling girls, will sing them to sleep,
Smiling girls will sing them to rest.
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6. |
Little Green Clock
02:17
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Little Green Clock
Tick, tick, tock
Goes the little green clock
Running out of minutes
‘till the clock is going to stop
You’d better listen, you’d better listen
Sing, sing, sing
While the bird is on the wing
You’re running out of air
But you just don’t seem to care
You’d better listen, You’d better listen
Chor 1:
The world’s on fire
And you’re dancing on the pyre
You dig our grave
With a smile upon your face
You’d better listen, you never listen
v3
Tick tick tock
Goes the ticking time bomb
Ignoring all the data
Like it’s someone else’s problem
Better listen, you’d better listen
Trump, trump, trump
Goes the oil down in the sump
Pouring out the petrol
On the flames that were our hope
You didn’t listen, you never listen
Chor 2:
You say mass extinction
Well that’s just some liberal fiction
And the ocean’s rise
Is a conspiracy of lies
You’d better listen, you never listen
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7. |
Cold Cruel World
04:48
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It’s a cold cruel world
You make a cold cruel world
You make a cold cruel world in a world without love
You didn’t start the wars that
Were the cause of people seeking refuge
So you close your door without a pause
That stream becomes a deluge
Then you rebrand them as migrants
Not just families fleeing violence
And you pass yourself some new laws
To make damn sure they stand no chance
It’s a cold cruel world
You make a cold cruel world
You make a cold cruel world in a world without love
You speak of kindness to the stranger
But the destitute are scroungers
And the homeless are just vagrants
And the dying lack insurance
Such a high view from your tower
Let’s test the power of your world views:
See you walk each waking hour
When your kids don’t even have shoes
And every Sunday you get up and preach
That someday there’s a reckoning
For all hypocrites who talk of love
Yet turn away its begging
Well if God is love where is your love?
The hope you give your brothers?
I think God is just your ego
A tower you stand on to judge others
Go on and fashion your compassion
Round ideas that make you look good
You can tell your friends to fear those
Fleeing people who have no food
You’re a hero in your mirror
Every time you check out your lies
But that mirror will break one day
Pray your God sees it through your eyes
It’s a cold cruel world
It’s a cold cruel world
It’s a cold cruel world
In a world without love
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8. |
Nix
05:15
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Someone is watching you
From the dark side of a screen
We know what you dream of
We know what you’ve seen
And we know what you fear most
And we want you to feel
Unless you take our path
That fear becomes real
That facts are lies
That your life is at stake
That our way is the way
And all others are fake
It’s all about winning
And yes there’s a price
We broke up the system
To get to the prize
But I’m not some Bond villain
From out of a book
Fomenting hatred for money
Doesn’t make me a crook
People are stupid
So easily led
Always so greedy
For the bullshit they’re fed
I’ve nixed your decisions
To count on the facts
To swing some election
To let fall the axe
So don’t count on politicians
To look at this too hard
Cos you’ll find their fingerprints
Are all over the yard
People hang themselves
I just profit from the rope
Cos hate and division
Sell better than hope
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9. |
Death Takes a Room
01:13
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Death took a room at the border house across the street.
He sat there all day, quietly drinking his cups of tea, as though on a stakeout, though it was hardly a secret.
Occasionally I'd even tip my hat as I walked by and he, unsmiling, would acknowledge me with the same gesture, or raise his teacup.
And he is there to this very day, watching me, and I watch him watching me and wonder what his first move will be. And I wonder what his first move will be.
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10. |
A Lack of Balance
04:48
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There’s a lack of balance in the world
The scales are tipped to the absurd
Your creditor is on the phone
So work your fingers to the bone
You’ll feel your world has ended when he’s done
The deal you signed said ‘easy pay’
Who reads the small print anyway?
Now he’s calling in the loan
He wants your car he wants your home
His salary’s the same number as his phone
A lack of balance in the air
There should be trouble
But who has the time to care?
Some will have more
Some will have none
Some will spend their lives on the run
You’d better work you’d better not sleep
Or try your luck out in the street
Cos tears don’t pay your rent arrears
Or all the debt from early years
And stress and pills don’t wipe away the deal
A lack of balance in the air
There should be trouble
But who has the time to care?
Some will have more
Some will have none
Some will spend their lives on the run
Lack of balance
Lack of balance
Lack of balance
Lack of balance
Gone is the raven,
a-crying to the trees
Gone is the prophet
The principle and priest
Gone is the promise
of everlasting peace
Love has been burned up
It’s churned up and deceased
There’s a lack of balance in this world
The scales are tipped to the absurd
Burn down the house to keep it warm
Sell your one coat to beat the storm
These are accounts you never see
The price is more than just the fee
The days that finally drain your life away
A lack of balance in the air
There should be trouble
But who has the time to care?
Some will have more
Some will have none
Some will spend their lives on the run
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11. |
Big Game
02:51
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Well the crooks got smarter and the
World got harder
And the punks got pissy and the
Streets got messy and the
Fights got bigger
But the tax got cheaper
So the rich got richer
While the broke got broken
And it’s all a big game
try not to go insane
The world’s on fire
Pouring petrol on the pyre
So the trees gets burned up
And the air gets choked up
And we vote for mobsters
Who put kids in cages
Then they blame all the people
Outraged in their rages
And it’s all a big game
try not to go insane
There are nazi’s marching
There are lynch mobs singing
The president tells us
These are good guys, this is winning
His team’s in prison
He just wrote them a pardon
Cos they pay off his hooker
Every time he gets a hard-on
Like it’s all a big game,
try not to go insane
Pooh and Putin
Are just laughing off their asses
Cos it makes cheap war
When democracy’s your whore
Just own the network
It’s the way to win the fight
When you can lock away the people
Who don’t write the things you like
And it’s all a big game
try not to go insane
It’s all so fucked up
You sold your soul for profit
Whatever you once dreamed of
I promise you you lost it
But fuck all the sages, huh?
Who needs wisdom?
Don’t bore me with your bullshit
‘bout equality and freedom
Cos it’s all a big game
The whole world has gone insane
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12. |
Ah, Cremenville...
03:56
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Here is where the dead have died
and the dust has reached out to the sky,
where the only sound in the unobserved town
is tuesday afternoon sliding by.
Heave-Ho, Heave-Ho,
this town will cost you your soul.
Heave-ho, heave-ho, this town will swallow you whole.
Where rags and dogs and papers dust the blowin’ wind
and that cold wind speaks to each man like a falling star
and the bare trees scratch an angry patch of ugly sky,
like a ravid scar. Har har.
Blood and gut and shit and bone, we sing it’s lulling overtone,
dragged from its cloying earth for an hour, to lie beneath its dirt forever.
Heave-Ho, Heave-Ho, this town will cost you your soul. Heave-ho, heave-ho,
this town will swallow you whole.
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Pete M. Wyer New York, New York
For information about Pete M. Wyer please visit www.pmwmusic.com
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