1. |
Underwater
02:48
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Twenty thousand leagues
(Dead)
Twenty thousand leagues
(Dead)
Underwater
Dead
Dead
Dead
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2. |
Defence Wounds
04:17
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One two, fuck you
I've got no reason, I got no rhyme
My sense of humour is a weapon
And I use it all the time.
I’ve got no exit wounds, no entry point in sight
There’s a slug in my head, when I’m lying in this bed
That fucking keeps me up at night
It’s got no reason, sure ain’t got no rhyme
The sex we had was a weapon
And I used it all the time
I’ve got no exit wounds, no entry point in sight
There’s a slug in my head, when I’m lying in this bed
That fucking keeps me up at night
Or so I’m told
Or so I’m told
My best defence is a good offence, and that’s why I’m offensive
The best defence is a good offence, but you say I’m defensive
My best defence is a good offence
The best defence
The best defence is a good offence, that’s why I’m offensive
My best defence is a good offence, but you say I’m defensive
My best defence is a good offence
The best defence
That's why I'm offensive
I'm defensive
My best defence is a good offence, that’s why I’m offensive
My best defence is a good offence, that’s why I’m defensive
My best defence is a good offence
The best defence
That's why I'm offensive
Ooh, I'm offensive
My best defence is a good offence, that’s why I’m offensive
My best defence is a good offence, that’s why I’m offensive
My best defence is a good offence
The best defence
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3. |
Lucky Foot
03:50
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Night after night, he stands on the corner
Night after night with his hands held high in the air
So rest the soles of the lucky feet in the darkness
So rest the souls of this great unsleeping
Great unsleeping
Great unsleeping
Show me their souls
Show me their hands and show me their shoulders
Show me their souls
Show me the place they go, where the cold is
Show me their faults
Show me their eyes and ears and throats
Show me their faults
All these great unsleeping
Bring me your, show me your
Bring me your great unsleeping
Bring me your, show me your
Bring me your great unsleeping
Great unsleeping
Great unsleeping
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Now I lay me down to sleep
Where’s this place where all the souls be
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4. |
Sunday
04:41
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A grey night, white noise
A grey night and the white noise takes me out
A grey night and the white noise just goes on and on and on and on
A tin rage, just take and take, This tin rage just takes and takes and takes
A tin rage takes and leaves it’s echo, echo, echo
Pop, squeal, the ring arrives
I push you out, but you cut right through me
Tight strings, come back and ring
I push you out, but your madness cuts right through
Cuts right through
Another night, another noise
A grey night and another noise, other noise
A grey night and the noise just goes on and on and on and on
Heavy silence on a Sunday night, A party ghosts from another night
Tin rage just takes and leaves it’s echo, echo, echo
Pop, squeal, the ring arrives
I push you out, but you cut me up alive
Tight strings, come back and ring
I push you out, but your madness cuts right through
Cuts right through
Tight strings, come back and ring,
I push you out, but your madness cuts me
Tight strings, come back and ring
I push you out, but your madness cuts right through
Tight strings, come back and sing
Come back and sing, so we can dance again
Tight strings, come back and sing
Come back and sing, so we can dance right through
Tight strings, come back and sing
Come back and sing, so we can dance again
Tight strings, come back and sing
Come back and sing, so we can dance right through
Come back and sing, so we can dance right through
So we can dance right through
Dance, dance right through
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5. |
Superstition
03:25
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Sophistication
Those plastic tuning pins
A Sharpened match
Dragged on fine skin
Imperfect self destruction
Parallel! Focused, but bones are thinner
Superstition! His hand has halves, Its ice is bones
Waves were wires
She strips in smooth thick beads
Take this, take it. All of you and eat it.
This time till now
His hopes have lost their concentration
Parallel! Superstition!
His hand has halves, Its ice is bones
Parallel! Focused, but bones are thinner
Superstition! His hand has halves, Its ice is bones
If waves were wires
She strips in smooth thick beads
Take this, take it!
Imperfect self destruction
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ALARMS Bendigo, Australia
ALARMS are a noise-rock/post-hardcore band from Bendigo, Australia.
A clash of gritty
punk-rock and moody post-punk with noisy washes of shoegaze undertones. Alarms have found a following with underground music audiences, with their explosive live performances described as ‘crushing’ and ‘apocalyptic’.
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