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One For The LTDs
02:37
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Forklift Truck
03:58
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We arrive, as the ardent spacemen
Through the haze, of the astral door
Into, the labyrinth of love, as the spaceship’s landing
On Planet Scuzz
In disguise, as a cartoon sailor
On the plains, where the lions roar
Past the beast, with the backwards torso
Taste the rain, of adrenal shores
(We’ve) got nothing to lose but time
With no one to say goodbye to
(We’ve) got nothing to lose but time
No reason to say goodbye
Through slowed time
And blue gridlines
Rises the machine, as the sound floor crumbles
It’s alive!
(We’ve) got nothing to lose but time
With no one to say goodbye to
(We’ve) got nothing to lose but time
No reason to say goodbye
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Global Broadcast
02:57
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4. |
Enchanted Youth
03:36
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You caught us kicking up the dust tonight
This revolution has been plagiarised
The wall is building as we knock ‘em down
We always know who’s first to hit the ground
Just keep those records spinning around tonight
And kick that old guitar into overdrive
Flat Eric’s beat that now seems so perverse
Or nodding heads to Molten Universe
Deep in the thrall of otherworldly sounds
An ashen haze is slowly floating down
Just keep those records spinning around tonight
And kick the fuzz guitar into overdrive
Just keep those records spinning around tonight
You’ll catch us kicking up the dust again
A celebration of all way back when
The choice was simple, every week the same
When getting fucked up was our only aim
Just keep those records spinning around tonight
And kick the fuzz guitar into overdrive
Just keep those records spinning around tonight
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5. |
New Wave
05:13
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All these days are stealing the night
Take your timepiece and throw it in the sky
Odd sensations infesting the core
Medication seeping from the pores
This illusion is buried in my mind
Misadventure is bleeding me dry
My peripheries are starting to numb
Need a lifetime lying in the sun
And in the morning
Will I be missing?
Am I mistaken
Or is this a new wave?
Slowly creeping out of the cage
Feeling rusty, trying to engage
Apprehension spreading through the spores
I’ve no relation to all these other fools
And in the morning
Will I be missing?
Am I mistaken
Or is this a new wave?
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6. |
Mr Magoo Lost A Shoe
03:01
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Magic Roundabout
03:16
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There is a place where some have found love
At price per punt or by the hour
Follow the signs, they all point here
On the magic roundabout
Don’t come along if you’re after titillation
'Cos Glitz and glamour, they couldn’t be further away
This is the place if you’re into desolation
So come along, but you better be willing to pay
And if you come across the crack fox
Be sure to pass the other side
He’ll chase you down, oh he’ll find you
And he’s got something to hide
A jerrycan and he’s gonna burn your house down
Him and his cronies aren’t gonna be leaving for free
You better hope that somebody saves your life, Al
(But) a little cash will always persuade them to leave
Don’t come along if you’re after titillation
'Cos Glitz and glamour, they couldn’t be further away
This is the place if you’re into desolation
So come along, but you better be willing to pay
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Sugar And Antifreeze
05:07
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Wide-eyed, surveying the skyline above him
Six-legged beasts swarm around the room
Show some composure and don’t irritate them
They’re OK if you don’t mind the size
You can’t fight the madness
Can you see my heartbeat?
I don’t feel right
You can’t fight the madness
Now his mind it snaps like the crack of a shotgun
Bolts up and steamrollers through the door
No swords on acid, a rule for a reason
Its best to just let this run its course
Don’t cross the madman
Can you hear him laughing?
This don’t feel right
Don’t cross the madman
A sharp snarl and we both brace
For the menace in your eyes when you show your face
What plans have you got for us in the end?
A deep cackle, you say ‘alright boys?’
And we know in the end it was all just noise
Don’t cross the madman
Can you hear him laughing?
This don’t feel right
Don’t cross the madman
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9. |
Sunday
02:50
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I feel like the mud in a landslide, today
Breathe in, like I’ve swallowed the embers of Vesuvius
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10. |
Kill The Idols
06:44
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Late at night I bring the evidence to the fore
Tied in knots, this should never be par for the course
It’s not hard when you’re posting three sheets to the wind
To placate that decision again, ‘well I’m in’
And idealize this perpetual clinical trial
Never mind that you’re singing this song in denial
Kill the idols, forget the need, I want to breathe the air that you breathe, in this life
Don the label, put on the show, prepare the sharpest wit that you know, to get by
Kill the idols, forget the need, break the water open to breathe
Tear the label and cut on the show, question everything you know
Kill the idols, forget the need, I want to bleed the blood that you bleed, just one time
Don the label, put on the show, prepare the sharpest wit that you know, to get by
Kill the idols, forget the need, break the water open to breathe
Tear the label and cut on the show, question everything you know
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Jerky Dirt Nottingham, UK
Jerky Dirt is a solo music project drawing inspiration from numerous sources, but firmly rooted in fuzzy, psychedelic stoner rock. If you want to know more drop me a message or follow me on here.
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