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Work Hard, Have Fun
02:34
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LYRICS
Out of bed, sick pig, lazy
Are we dumb robots, man?
Choppy seas, vomit on the shop floor
Weary bones, raving mad
There is no love
In this place
Only time
Work hard, have fun
Journeyman! numbers start to bite you
Three, six, oh! you’ll just wait
Seconds lost, water down a river
Targeted for time-related waste
There is no love
In this place
Only time
Work hard, have fun
You serve syrup with your fake history
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2. |
She Gets Old
02:45
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LYRICS
She gets old, she never gets old
She wakes up in the morning on her telephone
She got sold, her body got sold
Her body cut to pieces like a toblerone, that’s right
O, she said
I’m never alone
I wake up in the morning on my telephone
Don’t you know
The damage is done
I got a pretty bad feeling in my belly, son
That’s right
Hello, hello
I wake up in the morning and I’m never alone
Call off the cats
All kittens and claws
Bit lips and fancies
To keep out the dogs
Dry out their tongues
Soaking in bile
Wring out their words for a little while
Hello, hello
I wake up in the morning and I’m never alone
Every morning, I wake up every morning
She gets old, she never gets old
She wakes up in the morning on her telephone
She got sold, her body got sold
Her body cut to pieces like a toblerone
That’s right…
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3. |
Happy Delusions
03:38
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LYRICS
Got caught in the entropy of exploding space
T-boned at the junction
Where hard luck stories meet with fate
Got left with a hang jaw
Risked it all in the chase
Three hours in the wilderness
Three hours disgraced
Oh Happy Delusions!
Make noise before we die
Villainy in a Vauxhall
Feeling cavalier
Too much chat and blood on the tracks
And see-saw girl gets weird
Slip the rozzer a dropsy
The evidence is clear
Get on the phone to the girl that will know
Before she disappears
Oh Happy Delusions!
Make noise before we die
I feel like we’re getting closer
To the meaning of ignorance
Like putting your hand in a toaster
Switching it on and it making sense
Oh Happy Delusions!
Make noise before we die
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Orange Carbuncle
04:30
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LYRICS
There's got a hole like a mouth
where the air's coming out
a gap where a stopper should fit
and there's a deflated crown
at the top of this top of this town
its eyes are rectangular slits
well the sentinel sits at the top of the place
looking down on his kingdom of crass
he knows its the end
but he fails to admit it
as he falls from the top of his class
he sees the death of his kind
to topple the crown there's a coup going down
oh his legs start to buckle and split
and to egg on the champs
there's the back pocket camp
whose lies are all polished in spit
is this war turning civil
with its rhetoric of drivel
as the pilot is stabbed in the throat
its a circus parade as his grip starts to fade
he's the pun and the entire joke
he sees the death of his kind
you move them all out to move them back in
you knock it all down and build it again
you dig a big hole and fill it back in
you get to the end and start it again
he's got a hole like a mouth where the air's coming out
he sees the death of his kind
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TV FACE Lancaster, UK
TV FACE are a postpunk noise rock gang of three from Lancaster, UK. Their forthcoming album Tide of Men was named album of
the week by Louder Than War and is out on Crackedankles Records in September 2023.
“It's music that smashes against the walls and floors and ceilings and changes shape upon each ecstatic, erratic, elastic bounce" (Louder Than War)
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