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Flight From Maryville
03:09
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I don’t wanna see your face no more
I don’t wanna hear you talk no more
You take your mouth and take your gun and then you shoot some more
I don’t feel like you no more
Flight from Maryville
You close your eyes and then you tell us that you can see
You close your mind, and then you tell us what ought to be
Flight from Maryville
Hey big Australian, you’re so big and tough
But for an Australian you don’t do enough
Social outcry social outcast but you’re all the same
Society rules but they refuse the blame
Flight from Maryville
Frasers got it all and tax free
You can’t vote when there’s no hope for responsibility
Education should be all about, but people are toys
And the real victims, are the unemploys (meant to describe the unemployable)
Flight from Maryville…
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Sad Words
02:24
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She wasn’t there (sad words)
She wasn’t there (sad words)
She wasn’t there (sad words)
She wasn’t there (sad words)
She didn’t care (sad words)
She wasn’t there (sad words)
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Irene
02:36
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Thirteen, a lady of the night
She seems untroubled by her plight
She’s cold, so lost and so alone
Just her fear and the places she has known
Irene, take your share
Irene, pay your fare
Irene, bones and skin
Irene, your blood runs thin
Irene, please understand
Irene, its out of hand
Irene, the choice is clear
Irene, get out of here
Eighteen, a lady of the night
She seems untroubled by her plight
Irene, are you really there? (Irene)
Irene, do you really care? (Irene)
Irene, take your share
Irene, pay your fare
Irene, bones and skin
Irene, your blood runs thin
Irene, please understand
Irene, its out of hand
Irene, the choice is clear
Irene, get out of here
Irene…
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Social Blues
03:49
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I feel like you’re walking across my face
I feel like I’m losing the race
Every time I get up, you kick me down
You push my face into the ground
Social blues in establishment shoes
I need a reference for a job today
Please sir, I can pay you back some way
A favour for a favour, because we’re not all in the know
Stand in line boy (you don’t have a show)
Establishment blues in social shoes
Every time I get up, you kick me down
You push my face into the ground
Who makes the laws? Who breaks the rules?
And we are just the fools
I hear you preaching your damn shit
But I feel I’m just another hypocrite
Who makes the laws? Who breaks the rules?
And we are just the fools
Government blues in corruptible shoes
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Robot
02:56
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By the year 2000
The working class people shall be destroyed
They shall want for nothing
They shall live by reflex
They shall be robots!
Created as a manual rebel
I set the tools and I keep things level
Squeeze me I will do the things you tell me to…
I am a robot of my time
Condition my mind to retard my brain
Don’t send me mad just keep me insane
Condition me I will do the things you tell me to
I am a robot of my time
I wear a badge its my social stand
Suppress my need stamp me with a brand
Condition me I will do the things you tell me to
I am a robot of my time
I am a robot of my time
Its left for you to print the design
Condition me I will do the things you tell me to
I am a robot of my time
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6. |
Alien
07:08
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What is that we look for when we choose an open door
To escape, to hide, to run or find, the reasons for so sad a mind
So now the blood has all been spilt over apparent reasons of guilt
No tears, no fears, no flowers to wilt
For the walls in their minds were so strongly built
Alien
Since before I was four I never ever could be sure
For the people and things that surround my world, surround my world
Were foreign to me
The Alien
The Alien
I don’t come from the stars, but I feel the pain from some hidden scars
And who were these people I called mum and dad, mum and dad?
The Alien
Alien x 8
Lead………….
Fantasy brought together by delight
I know not what they see
I’m just a product brought together from a torn up Philosophy
People always look (sad) to me
Not matter who or what they try to be
In darkness they make love, they don’t believe, it’s only to deceive
Alien…
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7. |
Never Get Hurt
03:53
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What is this feeling? Where did my senses go?
What is it meaning, why will the words not flow?
Sometimes I feel there’s a lesson to be learnt
But in your quest you seem to jest, whenever you get hurt
To never ever get………………..
Stand in line just to play the game
One night’s delight but it’s all the same
You tell yourself, that it’s what you desire
To play the game but don’t get burnt by the fire
Sometimes it feels there’s a lesson to be learnt
But in your quest you seem to jest, whenever you get hurt
To never ever get hurt
And so you say your friends let you down
As they walk away and begin to frown
So sorry, it’s so hard to define
That drunken man is no friend of mine
Sometimes I feel there’s a lesson to be learnt
But in your quest you seem to jest, whenever you get hurt
To never ever get hurt…
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8. |
Billy's Song
03:53
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I’m a poor son and my life’s been used
The tangles thoughts of my love, I’ve been abused
I sit alone and I wonder why
She has left me, and I cry….
I have no roses to give you my dear
You speak of love and I disappear
Times have changed but I can’t pretend
I still love her, now its the end
Let’s sit awhile and talk philosophy
We may even understand we may even see
So many problems where did I go wrong?
Where do I belong?
People come and go but life’s still the same
And life-too-many is just a game
You’ll never know what it’s like to be free
With someone like me…
Don’t need you anymore
I don’t care what you say
I don’t care what you do
I can love you if I want
Please don’t tell me that I can’t
Please don’t tell me that I can’t…
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9. |
I'm In Love
03:37
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Sitting in my lonely room, I need you
I like your hair and the way you smile at me
Cause I, I’m in love with you (I’m in love with you)
Oh, oh what can I do? (What can I do?)
I know your mum and dad don’t like me I know
Its all in the way they won’t say hello
Cause I, I’m in love with you (I’m in love with you)
Oh, oh what can I do? (What can I do?)
I see you walking on your way to school
I know your mum and dad don’t like to break the rules
I see you coming home with me tonight
Oh yeah, I want to do it tonight
Cause I, I’m in love with you (I’m in love with you)
Oh, oh what can I do? (What can I do?)
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10. |
Janice
03:28
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Janice lived in backroom part (of town)
But she could not escape her lot
Defiantly, desperately
She lived, but she did not
Ooohhhh….
Janice tried to be somebody
Again and again, again and again
Living inside dreams and fantasies
Living outside just to pretend
Oooohhh…
Janice is an older girl
Living in the shadow of her older brother and sister
Her images were hard core but it was not her picture
She learnt to give head
She learnt to be good in bed
Ooohhh…
And now she’s passed away
I don’t know what to say
She tried so hard, so hard to be
But imperfection is a suicidee….
Janice is an older girl… (wise beyond years and yet still crushed by social pressures)
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Dreams
04:30
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Walking down the street search the corners, I find
Hidden away it seems logical that I could stay
It’s only, in imagination
It’s only in my (in my) imagination
Mentat mentat discovery of thee I would say
Journeys, journeys where time and the line don’t
exist in my mind
It’s only, in imagination
It’s only in my (in my) imagination
Hello it’s nice to see you again (see you again)
Well it could be your smile (I like your smile)
And the things that you do, deja Vu (the things that you do)
Or, it just could be…you….
Places and the things that don’t seem to comprehend
I like to think that it’s these places that I belong
Prismic beings that speak when you don’t seem to hear
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tick tick
It’s only, in imagination
It’s only in my imagination
It’s only, in imagination
It’s only in my imagination
Hello it’s nice to see you again (see you again)
Well it could be your smile (I like your smile)
And the things that you do (the things that you do)
Oh, it just could be…
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The Critics Newcastle, Australia
Newcastle NSW Australia punk band, active 1980-1983.
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