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The Twenty Seven
05:01
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Left you reeling in the afterglow
Clinging for dear life
Making out that it was all a show
Disregard the
Suspect sources, opposing forces
Beneath the calm demeanour
And cold exterior
Got nothing to say
(Chorus)
And it’s one against the twenty seven
The failing monkey’s gone to heaven
Watch and learn
See how it’s done
Losing sense and tempting fate
Save the hope give up the hate
Stumble on
Yet try to run
Not a single point of influence
Ignored and brushed aside
A fact that really should be obvious
To anyone who
Reads the papers, observes the neighbours
And what you lack in insight
You grasp in hindsight
Still turned away
(Bridge)
We can see it in your eyes
You never wanted this
So widely missed
A hung result
That comes as no surprise
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2. |
Rain Of Dust
05:21
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The mist rolled in on a summers day
As the fishing fleet sailed in
Lined along the coast the minstrels start to sing
They never knew of the coming threat
The malice in the air
Then came the roar as they stood and stared
Blasting high in the summer sky
The dark volcanic rain
Whilst along the coast the vassals still remained
As the mountain shook and the sky went black
And fire hid the sun
An echoed scream just turned and run
(Chorus)
In the rain, the rain of dust
Caustic and perilous
In the rain, the rain of dust
With the air aglow
A pyroclastic flow
Sweeping down the hillside towards the town below
The dust took hold in a choking grip
And the black smoke scarred the brick
Drawing down the fumes they’d never felt so sick
The heat came forth to melt the lungs
And with one last gasp of air
They gazed above in quiet prayer
And now at dawn in amongst the vines
When the mist hangs on the hills
If you close your eyes you can feel their traces still
Wondering through the ancient streets
In a densely crowded throng
And glancing back the threat’s not gone
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3. |
Flood
05:32
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Making waves
As the ripple's strength cascades
Hidden by the backdrop of the night
Silent creep
A prelude from the deep
Tides going
Tides going out
(Chorus)
And so many drowned
As it ran aground
And the people sank into the waves
When the ocean breeze
Didn’t hear their pleas
Crashed ashore with monstrous force
To decimate the land stood in its path
Come the flood
When the final act is done
And watery possessions were reclaimed
All along
No regard for right or wrong
There for the
There for the names
(Bridge)
All the lessons from the past
Bearing witness to at last
Never mind the time that’s passed
Once the process has begun there’s
Nothing to be saved
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4. |
Fun For Them
04:38
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Throw away the deadweight
Throw away the recent past
Discarding all the faithless
Picking up the broken glass
It’s time to set the record straight
Concerning wasting all the bridges
For now they’re all burning up
They’re burning down
(Chorus)
It seems to be that its all just a game
It seems to be that its all fun
For them
From their plateau
Sending off to exile
Sending off but never asked
Meeting all the targets
Automate the mundane tasks
Fixing all the problems
Facing down the burden
Babysit the children
The situations worsening
Not letting up
It’s time to set the record straight
Concerning wasting all the bridges
For now they’re all burning up
They’re burning down
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5. |
The Perfect Alibi
04:16
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In this game of chess the first move sets the pace
The pawns escape the ranks and the bishops take their place
Distracted and earned their trust
All the outcomes are still in flux
Tried to shift the blame to us
They had the perfect alibi
(Chorus)
Hiding in plain sight
Sneak in overnight
And gone today
The noble knight transforms and moves from white to black
Traverse across the board preparing for attack
The protagonist fades to grey
Directing the whole ballet
What you heard was just hearsay
Another perfect alibi
The king exposed in front has gestured to his queen
Castled out of harm as the rook fell in between
With all the threads intertwined
And perfectly rehearsed lines
They got away with the crime
It was a perfect alibi
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6. |
Fire In Their Eyes
04:10
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Located on the hill side across the crumbling bridge
Towards the old stone buildings where the elders used to live
The wind chill on the back, the smell of rain upon the air
A localised disturbance where they once declared a war
At this desolate location
The coming of the storm
Across the sea they voyaged, amassed the hawkish thrall
Washed up on eastern beaches to administer their call
They marched toward the village with their armaments in tow
To convert the heathen masses by the book or by the bow
Their own beliefs assured
They would fight before they’d go
(Chorus)
With the fire in their eyes
And their orders to baptise
They set upon destruction
No will to compromise
Cooking up the saga
To satiate their hunger for change
With defence of sword and pitchfork, together they replied
Men stood with bold resistance with the women at their side
The bravest of the youngsters joined them at the gate
Repelled the leading forces but it just delayed their fate
As the last man was cut down
None converted or escaped
The echoes of the battle still rattle through the trees
A thousand foreign pilgrims brought the village to its knees
No marks upon the country, no scars upon the moor
Nothing left to indicate the carnage from before
The forgotten apparitions
They have no-one left to haunt anymore
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7. |
Made It Home
04:17
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Thinking, while the rest are drinking
Thinking, about what’s lost
Proud, standing in the crowd
Standing on your own
Found out, conversation drowned out
Found out, and left in shock
Blamed, outside feeling shamed
Outside feeling cold
(Chorus)
So listen
It’s only your opinion
It’s only your decision
It’s only yours alone
Worldwide
Digging through the gold mine
Digging through the blood line
Digging on your own
Finally made it home
Spoke up, now that you are grown up
Spoke up, just want to know
Tried, repairing the divide
Repairing stone by stone
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8. |
Say Something
04:35
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When you’re trying hard to speak
But then there’s nothing coming out
And the time you spent deciding
Was more time you spent without
Did you feel that it was ending up the same?
Did you mean to fail again?
(Chorus)
Say something, say something
Summon up the strength to find the nerve
As you battle your reserve
You know it’s just what you deserve
But when you figure what to say
You’ve lost the moment anyway
When you know the words
But all you do is mutter to yourself
And the cause you focus on
Is detrimental your health
Is it wise that you continue your crusade?
Is it time to end the game?
As the subject of attention
Seems to notice you as well
But then quickly turns away
As you withdraw inside your shell
Did you know that you had nothing left to say?
Did you know it straight away?
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9. |
Every Time They Play
04:28
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First they stole the show
Then they owned the night
Escaping from the front
Secure a vantage spot behind
Watching further back to
Keep your eyes out of the light
Staring at the shape of the
Explosive mastermind
(Chorus)
Focussed looking upwards at the stage
Feeling all the music as they played
Singing from the gut
As all the strings are plucked
With potent force
Every time they play
Directed by the drums
The bass drives on ahead
And everything you thought
Was just exactly what he said
Ignoring all the rules
He calmly lit a cigarette
Berated half the crowd
And then retracted it instead
(Bridge)
Unsigned, exciting times
Refined, a new headline
And never seen before
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10. |
Futile Hardline Stance
05:00
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An uncertain future
Time to set the stall and plant the flag
Push the boundary forward
Stare at the abyss and pull it back
Dig the seeds from where they’re thrown
Never desecrate our home
(Chorus)
A cash advance
A second chance
Reject this futile hardline stance
Back to work on Monday
Stench of petrol fumes still fills the air
Hard to breathe by midday
Pity all the ones who aren’t prepared
Disrupting those that don’t agree
Taught it from the new regime
Shutting down the system
Now the boot is on the other foot
Repeat the standard mantra
Memorise the lines inside the book
Wash the truth and keep it clean
Aim to dazzle with the sheen
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11. |
Meet The Team
05:45
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Once again it’s time to play the part
Standing from the start
Hide your withered heart
Strike up the anger with the forces under paid again
Left them in the shade again
With their whole world falling down
Don’t you think you should apologise
How can you condone it when you look into their eyes
And lie again
(Chorus)
Meet the team, another brand new act
Meet the team, still the clique’s intact
Meet the spy with the secret wandering eye
Who never quite recovered from the
Price placed on his head
Periscope up, a sight that’s hard to believe
Like seeing goats in trees
Or a monkey on skis
Fake news buried by a wall of trivial videos
Now declared it unsafe to go
A reminder of where they stand
Don’t you think you should apologise
How can you condone it when you look into their eyes
And lie again
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Primakova Ely, UK
An alternative indie/folk/rock band with the core instruments of guitar, bass, drums and keyboards that performs catchy songs with intelligent lyrics
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