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SEMAPHORE
04:12
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Waving flags at each other
Now and again
A desert in the rain
In my imagination
Intermittent communication
Details forgotten
Of words spoken
Better to forget
You won’t win every race
In which you take part
You won’t even finish
All that you start
Dreams you have today
I don't know them
So I'm guessing
I could make them happen
You won’t win every race
In which you take part
You won’t even finish
All that you start
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2. |
MELODRAMATICA
03:53
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I know that you’re beaten
I know what you’re feeling
We’ve been feeling it for months now
What will we do when it grows a mind?
Bold, italic, and underlined
Don’t you see what you do to me
Shrink me down to size
I know that you’re beaten
Nothing prepares you for the colours retreating
I know what you’re feeling
I’ve seen love in hellish places
I’ve seen love in a million faces
Atom bombs in personal spaces
What will we do if it grows big?
Women and children will up sticks
Clown town brown bow-wow
The boat’s out more than we allow
Oh, melodramatica
What will we do if it grows a brain?
The methods of the inhumane
Don’t you see what you do to me
Shrink me down to size
What will we do if it's self-aware?
Mickey Mouse grew up a bear!
Don’t you see what you do to me
Shrink me down to size
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3. |
JUNK MILES
03:08
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Monster on your back
Bones to be cracked
Money in the black
Name up on a plaque
We’ve been pointing at the sun
Blinding everyone
Waiting for the rapture
It's already begun
What came first
The chicken or the egg?
The service or the cheque?
The circus or the animals?
What came first
The damage or the wreck?
Finished or perfect?
Fear or respect?
What came first?
Calibrate your head
There’s something overhead
Rid me of the dread
What came first?
Speak to the undead
Dine with the undead
Fuck with the undead
Why’ve you been wasting all your time on
Junk miles, junk miles, junk miles
The piece of the puzzle is a square in a round hole
Why’ve you been wasting all your time on junk miles
You’ve been running those junk miles, bleeding on the textiles, blocking all the sundials, sitting in the meat aisles, biding your time while, we all become fertile, choking on today’s bile, nobody is versatile, and nobody is worthwhile
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4. |
BALLOON BOY
03:02
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Come on dance media, dance
Falcons fly but not today
Leave my wife to the tether
I tell you that thing just flew away
Close the airspace now
Save my boy somehow
There’s an issue of a million volts
I can’t explain it now
Send the choppers to the skies
Followed by two million eyes
It’s not quite Roswell
More tinfoil, string, duct tape
A world holds its breath
Hoping he’ll stay safe
Two million US Dollars
Two million eyes will follow
Mobilise the Sheriff’s office
And gather up the local police
It’s not quite Roswell
More tinfoil, string, duct tape
A world holds its breath
Hoping he’ll stay safe
He is my balloon boy
Colorado needs a new toy
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5. |
SILHOUETTE DOGS
05:29
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Clap you hands for the surreal
Everything peaced out and piecemeal
Mistake beauty for horror
Van Gogh paint me in a corner
Befriend those with solutions
Dip your feet in the ocean
Put your hands up to the lights
Silhouette dogs in silhouette nights
Drip feed, intravenous
Keep it in between us
Do you want to continue?
No thank you
Clap your hands for the surreal
Everyone scared of a square meal
Mistake horror for beauty
The fear of you goes right through me
Keep your cards close to your chest
And keep your head close to the rest
I never said you were hired
I never said you were fired
Nature or nurture,
Choose your own adventure
Blow out all the lanterns
We’ve been trying to form patterns
A beating heart to keep in time
A ladder ribcage you can climb
Cut off the air supply
Fading apple of my eye
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6. |
FREEZING POINT
03:30
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200,000 to 100
We live in a cupboard under the stairs
From 100 to 24
Space food and colourful buttons
What if i want to turn back?
What if I miss my parents?
Darkness breeds all patterns
Light me up like a Chinese lantern
Micro-sleep, porthole or portal
“Good morning” you’ve already said it to me
My lungs batter my ribcage
Is there a doctor on board, I’m bored
What if it all just turns black?
Jobsworth Auto-pilot
This isn't what I imagined
Call me chicken, call me old-fashioned
Total Recall, Apollo 13,
Alien, Aliens, Alien 3,
Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind
In 2001 someone died
Armageddon, Gravity, Interstellar, E.T.
Men in Black, Mars Attack, Sunshine, Wall-E
Independance Day The Earth Stood Still,
Roll me down the Hollywood hills
Coming live straight to TV
We’re working on the two week feed delay
Still image, empty fields of clay
Round-the-clock-multi-angle-pay-per-view
Citizen Kane - IN SPACE!
Schindler's List - IN SPACE!
Cinema Paradiso - IN SPACE!
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas - IN SPACE!
La vita è bella- IN SPACE!
Hotel Rwanda - IN SPACE!
Kramer vs Kramer - IN SPACE!
Wickerman, the remake - IN SPACE!
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7. |
SAVAGE BENEFACTOR
04:03
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A holiday under a burning sun
Like the one you had before
Dollars paid to have some fun
But you're always after more
A savage benefactor
With a perfect smile
A savage benefactor
Been making plans for a while
We can make that happen sir
If you can afford to pay the price
As large as you would like to have sir
A huge trophy would be nice
A savage benefactor
With a perfect smile
A savage benefactor
Been making plans for a while
Tell me the words to use
To make this go away
It seems I've got so much to lose
And not too much to say
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8. |
DOGS DIE IN WET FLEECES
00:57
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9. |
LAMENT
03:56
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She had a heart of gold
And their hearts they bled
And the butcher's knife
Was for slicing bread
An ocean of tears
From all her friends
And the bullets in her drawer
Were for self defense
She hurt no one
Such a nice kid
But her foul mouth was
Hereditary
She prayed to God
Even with no sin
And the pile of bank notes
Were a lottery win
On her coffin lid
There lays a wreath
And her black-eyed neighbour
Is lying through his teeth
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10. |
INTERPOLATE ME
02:44
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Who said you'd be fine? It's what I heard
It's 1929 in your head
In time we won't feel that way
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11. |
GETTING IT WRONG
05:23
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Some calls you get right and some calls you get wrong
It's more about the timing and less what you have done
I know it's late in the day now but if not now then tell me when?
Perhaps I'm just blind to the setting sun or knowing when it's too late to start again
You might have been the hero in another story
Now you're trapped as a villian, though a reluctant one surely
Some calls you get right and some calls you get wrong
It's more about the timing and less what you have done
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PILOSA Sheffield, UK
If LCD Soundsystem, Run DMC and Nirvana had a baby, then everything we knew about science would be a
lie.
PILOSA are:
Gareth Chaplin - drums
Adam Follett - vocals, synths, samples
Dan Hilton - vocals, synths, drum machines
Debut LP 'SUCH ANIMALS' released 13/01/17. Head over to soundcloud.com/pilosaband to hear MELODRAMATICA
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