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Tin Tack
02:44
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I'm standing on the quayside with my hands on my hips,
And I'm posing for a photo with an ironclad ship,
The seagulls that are circling are crying my name,
And they beg me not to go but I must go just the same,
Because I'm an argonaut of sorts,
I'm striking matches on my warts
And I'm tatoo'd with the names of all the villains I've slain
The Tin Tacks are coming
We're the mighty iron men who send your tank divisions running
The Tin Tacks are coming
When we sing our marching song we send a thousand armies running
I'm a single handed beach-head
I'm the line in the sand,
I shrug off mighty blows not even tanks could withstand
And the seagulls that are circling are crying my name
They beg me to relent but I go on just the same.
My brother John is ten feet tall,
And he's got fists like wrecking balls,
He's tatoo'd with the names of all the Balkan campaigns
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Hillman House
04:09
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Sheedy told me he'd never compromise,
Elected at the tender age of twenty-five
"St Michael's asked for me and they'll get no surprise"
The young man had a taste for awful poetry
He seemed to think the more he wrote the more it means
I tried to read his book but it meant nothing to me
But every hanger on knows the words and sings along
Holding court in smoky rooms in Hillman House
I'd heard too much, I lost my cool and started to shout
"You play a clever game but I know what you're about"
The yes-men didn't try to hide their disgust,
But Sheedy took it better than I thought he would
"You're welcome to this town of mud and rust"
But every hanger on knows the words a sings along
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God doesn't want me to sing, and this is why
God doesn't want me to sleep, and this is why
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Mauler
03:31
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He's the mauler, with electric hands
He's the mauler, he's greedy
He's the mauler, see him stamp and moan
He's the mauler
He's the mauler, a handsome man
He's the mauler, a handful
He's the mauler, see him stamp and moan
And when the mauler speaks you weaken at the knees
Transistors start to pop and sing
The vacuum tubes are screaming
The front row reach out for their man
The mauler soon gets greedy
He's the mauler, with pink fat hands
He's the mauler, with crab claws
He's the mauler, see him stamp and moan
And when the mauler speaks you weaken at the knees
Transistors start to pop and sing
The vacuum tubes are screaming
The front row reach out for their man
The mauler soon gets greedy
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Creature Lab
03:55
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The principles are sound,
Every tendon and electrode,
Waiting for the switch to close,
But something isn't right,
Another night of lab work
Another ruined specimen
Subject Three got one dose too much
Subject Five got too much juice
Tonight could be the night,
The cadaver is much fresher than the last one,
He walked in on his own
The weather forecast's right,
The air is heavy with the thunder,
And every cell is fully charged
Subject Three got one dose too much
Subject Five got too much juice
Subject Nine might just make history!
Down in my creature lab
Life begins to crackle, and life begins to flicker, Subject Nine
Static starts to jump from fingertip to finger tip, Subject Nine
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A Certain Pedigree
04:01
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On a rock with a lake around it
There's a fort with a moat around it
Chisel Town's my home,
Home to scholars, thieves and rogues
The gambling house is full cos booze and dice is never dull
But opium's not needed when tobacco's fit for honest men
I'm not sure your face fits in
You're missing something called a chin
A man could take a swing at you and miss
Let's play a guessing game
If I can guess your father's name,
I'll take that schoolboy's cap from off your head
Oh it's not Casey it's not Lynch
But you could swing it at a pinch
With all the sarc and all the wit
All the vinegar and piss
I've got to hand it to you kid,
You're making quite a fist of this
But look up the breeding tree
I think you lack a certain pedigree
On the rock with the lake around
In the fort with the moat around it
Now Chisel Town's your home.
That's where they'll find your weary bones
The berg you left can't amount to much
If the grass is greener in the Chisel Cut
You're a strong young man and sound of mind
So you left the howling owl behind
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John Hundred
02:36
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They found him in a gooseberry bush,
With a litter of abandoned pups,
The dogs grew big and strong,
John was always the sickly one,
He fought so much at school they had to throw him in the brig,
And the preps took turns to rough him up, until he got too big,
Ladies and gents, please allow me to present,
The rabid dog from the banks of the Trent,
John Hundred, iron man
John Hundred met his match
In a punch up near a block of flats
They stood there toe to toe
Like superpowers deal atomic blows
Ladies and gents, please allow me to present,
The rabid dog from the banks of the Trent,
John Hundred, iron man
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Fish Tail
02:13
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Said the mermaid to the rat:
Listen boy, you take off your cap
You take me somewhere where its hot
I want to burn I don't want to rot
I want to burn I don't want to rot
All my life I've lived in brine,
I'm twenty-one, I think its time
For me to swim upstream,
And my! aren't I a pretty fish to fry?
Listen fishy, thats just fine,
Upon your scaly corpse I'll dine,
My yellow teeth will snap and cut,
I'll fill my jaw I'll fill my gut
I'll fill my jaw I'll fill my gut
But this cloth cap stays on my head
It stops my ears from burning red
They'll crack and peel till nothing's left
But two great lugholes in my head
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Young Wife
03:00
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Young wife, all skin and bones,
All the rent-a-mob are jealous cos she loves you.
But you've bitten off more than you can chew,
Young wife, she's got perfect teeth,
Not in it for the money, and she loves you
But you've bitten off more than you can chew,
You're not fat or stupid you've got hairs upon your chest
But she caught you beauty-sleeping and she tied you to the bed,
You've got aching in your kidneys, you've got sulphur in your guts,
And it feels like your knuckles are a mess of blood and cuts,
Your teeth fell out this morning into the sink
Your gums are bleeding black and its not easy to think
You meet her mum and her dad you shake them firmly by the hand
But you've bitten off more than you can chew,
Got a young wife, you lucky bleeder.
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The Cat's Hunting Song
02:18
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Dawn is here and I'm ready for anything,
I'm so full of life and I've never felt fear,
My claws are sharp and my ears hear everything,
Every living thing lives in fear of me,
I see pink tail sticking out from the undergrowth,
I grab it in my teeth with a mighty tug,
Mr Rat doesn't see me coming,
And I leave his insides for the slugs,
I'll find where mousey goes,
I'll tear him from his hiding hole,
I'm a murderess with lizard's eyes,
That still see in the darkest night,
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How did I get to Broken Spear?
Only the fates could bring me here,
I lived like a world when I was young,
A celebrated citizen, the earth is mine,
My mind was quick, the world was slow,
So many starts where a walking ape could roam,
I made my mind up, I would go,
When I next breathe I'll be ten thousand years old,
My father cried "I've lost my boy"
A bond the wanderlust destroyed,
The old man's grief couldn't change my mind
"I consider you a vandal of the very worst kind"
So distant, so cold,
When I next breathe I'll be ten thousand years old,
They said I'd sleep but they were wrong,
My waking nightmare was ten thousand years long,
Father Time said my name, and he laughed in my face
He told me "I won't be cheated, child!"
The paranoia of centuries of centuries of sleep
Will haunt you 'til you crumble dust like every mortal
All the titans where there, and they beat on their chests
They told me "we won't be cheated mortal"
The paranoia of centuries of sleep...
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Late Starters Coventry, UK
Late Starters are a Coventry band that had been around for over 7 years without anyone really noticing until they self-
released their long player "Crackle Ok" in 2014.
A punchy and melodic three piece rock band, with choppy guitars and soaring riffs, Late Staters' songs wander through forgotten wars and fantastical worlds, from science fiction to supernatural urban legends.
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