1. |
The Revolution
03:39
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After the revolution
You will not be asked to complete a survey entitled
‘How did the revolution do?’
The revolution will not be accompanied by a lifestyle feature entitled
‘Ten Things to do During the Revolution’
’Cause the revolution’s coming
And the revolution will not be monetised
The revolution is you
You are the one
You are the one
You are enough
The revolution will not be brought to you
By an oil company who cares for the environment
The revolution will not be live-streamed
By a mouthpiece of the government
The revolution will not feature a reunion
Of the original cast of Friends
You will not be able to double-screen the revolution
And skip the ads before they end
The revolution is you
The revolution is you
You are the one
The revolution will not be detectable
By face recognition software
The revolution will not be downloadable
In any format you choose
You will not be able to purchase the revolution with one click
The revolution will not be accompanied by a soundtrack
Composed by Dave Grohl
But the revolution’s coming
And the revolution will not be monetised
It will not appear for promotional purposes only
The answer is not exposure, the question
Is you
It will not be possible to reschedule delivery of the revolution
At a time when you will be home
You will be alone
Your order of the revolution will not be confirmed
By a verification code
On your phone
Delivery of the revolution will not be funded
By a billionaire windfall tax
It will not be possible to queue up for 14 hours
To view the revolution
In full military regalia
But with scratchcard faith
Pick a religion
Less busy is the real revolution
You pays your money and you takes your chance
And if you got no money
Then all you gotta do is dance
Get up everybody and dance
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2. |
Password of the Beast
03:59
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You know I zaned it
Took it to the top and then explained it
With all respect to Hip Hop
All the MCs rhyming like a glitterball shining
In a dark deadly alleyway a politician miming
Talking point
Disaster
This could be the last chance
Ain’t moving any faster
Trying to keep the peace
Between the West and the East
When the leaders are searching for
The password of the beast
The password of the beast
Fifty-one five five
You creamed it
You duck back in the alley and you screamed it
With all respect to Jay Z
All the MCs rhyming and the church bells chiming
In the alleyway anyway the politicians miming reality
Fake news
This could be the way to lose
And if you win ergo you lose
When you try to open the mouth
Between the North and the South
And everything the border is trying to prove
If you move you will see you’re living on a lease
Between the border police
And corruption of the priests
And the number on the uniforms
Is the password of the beast
The password of the beast
Fifty-one five five
Holy comment
Holy comment
This is the time
We should leave it all behind
This the time
To make up your mind
Corruption
You’ve got to call it out
’Cause it’s a ruption
And if you got a doubt
When you’re slimming on the women
And the Prince is going down
And you can’t tell your children
There’s too much of it around
Elation
That’s all we want
You know frustration
You know it’s wearing us out
You know we tied us to an idol
And right then we start to dither
Spend too long on Twitter and you
End up feeling bitter feeling
Wiped out
By the sudden increase
In the passwords of the Holy
And his long-forgotten nieces
Reading nocturnal poetry invented by geese
And the only thing missing
Is the password of the beast
5 1 5 5
UPPER CASE
5 5 1
Lower case
5
*
5 5
1
5 5
5 5 1 5
UPPER CASE
5 5 1 5
Other symbol
5 5
—
1 5
5 5 1 5 5
They can stone you
They can stone you from every position
’Cause they own you
They got the software to remember you anywhere
Under your affairs
And they try to sell you anything
You never wanted anyway
A loner
You think you are a nothing but you phone her
And she tells you that tonight’s alright
She got a meta magic and she’s rolling with corona
You know I zaned it
I took it to the top and then explained it
With all respect to Hip Hop
And the MCs rhyming like the glitterball shining
In the dark deadly alleyway a politician miming
A talking point
Disaster
A word up any faster
This ain’t no time to bring it back for ever after
In abandoning buildings
And the killing and the chilling and the killing getting higher
Can’t stop the password of the beast
Can’t stop the password of the beast
5 5 1 5 5
5 5 1 5 5
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3. |
Ghost Writer
02:49
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They turned the bar into a jewellery shop
One day you’re pouring beers the next you’re selling rocks
Slinging cocktails and rings in a box
You better get in fast before the other thing stops
Watching little girls lost meeting little boys lost
Before tying their horses to the sign of the cross
You better bunch your fears in forget-me-nots
X and O’s and a profit and a loss
Are these three words too hard to say
A valediction for Valentine’s Day
Ghost writer
Too dark too soon
Have you got the answer
When a New York minute lasts an afternoon
One day you’re fifty-seven the next you’re thirty-two
And some sick politician tells you what to do
Better get in fast before it all comes true
Tripping lunch fantastic in a sea of plastic
There’s minimum distance in the gathering gloom
Are these three words too hard to say
Valediction for Valentine’s Day
Ghost writer
Too dark too soon
Have you got the answer
Ghost writer
Too dark too soon
Have you got the answer
I wish I knew the answer
Everything changes
Think I’ll go walking and feel the beat
Of a different drum on a different street
Exercise and analyse what lies beneath
I’d better get in fast before I lose belief
Winter’s warmer than the summertime heat
I’ll take the former if sorrow is sweet
Are these three words too hard to say
A valediction for Valentine’s Day
Ghost writer
Too dark too soon
Everything changes
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4. |
The Day You Were Bomb
03:52
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Working every day at the title factory
It’s a strange place to see your face in continuity
Going solo with Barolo invitation for the many
Raining down on the confusion like Belfast confetti
Belfast confetti
Writing vinyl for a final writing in between the lines
Ink slips between the strips I left somewhere in the sand
Sinking down into the seaweed on the Sandymount Strand
Where there ain’t no room for a Red Right Hand
Ain’t no room for a red right hand
One day you were a bomber in a beatnik suit
Watching Jean Seberg smoking up a sweet cheroot
Next day you’re digging dreams on the manslaughter mile
With the magic in the air and the piggybank smile
The piggybank smile
O strange new world hashtag people innit
Crumbling like a cardinal sleeping in the synod
“Suffer little children”—you said it
Individual cost of Universal Credit
And the razor company and the weapon of the morning
And the message on the hoarding saying ‘six forty-five’
It sounded like a number
And another mode running out of trumpet
On a dog and a dollar and a minute
And a bullet in the trumpet
I hit the Cherry Bar to hear a Scot bot talk rot with a slip-slop crop
He was sucking on a daiquiri
Bap-pow he was walking on Wurundjeri
And a hand-picked fan of the man from the Klan
Drinking can after can after can after can and the
Mealy-mouthed words don’t deal with the theft of the nation
The septic melody don’t deal with the deeds
And the theft of the nation
The mealy-mouthed words don’t deal with the death
Of the deeds of the death and the theft of the nation
The day you were bomb
It’s a holiday running in reverse
And the band plays on
The band plays on
The day you were bomb
And the band plays on
Your mealy-mouthed words don’t deal with
The death of the theft of the nation
Your mealy-mouthed words don’t deal with
The death and the theft of the nation
Working every day at the title factory
If it’s obvious to you then it’s plain to me
If you’re living in a colony you wanna end up free
All of the monotony you gotta p & c
Living in the spring of the 21st century
The summer’s coming fast hotter than we thought it’d ever be
The day you were bomb
Summer’s coming fast hotter than we thought it’d ever be
The day you were bomb
Bomb
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5. |
Bass Priority
05:24
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There’s an early version of the very first nation
Telling us something about our own situation
Bass priority
Deep down sounds are felt not heard
For unspoken feelings forget the power of word
Bass priority
They came across the ocean
Telling no one’s story but their own
Bringing those who did not want to come
They offered worthless gifts in exchange for land
They slaughtered
And raised the flag over another island
Bigger this time
Bass priority
And they will not walk this land
And they will not acknowledge its story
They will not give the rights that should be given
They will not learn from history
And the rise of the people
And the rise of the temperature
And the rise of the nation
Accept the wisdom of the Uluru Statement from the Heart
Turn back the extinction of the animals
Bass priority
Forget antecedents predecessors historical inevitability
A predilection for colonisation
This is a dereliction of ethical consideration
Remember
Bass priority
Remember
Bass priority
We will remember
We will never forget
Bass priority
Now
Deep down
Going way back
Deep down
To where the music lives
Deep down
In our soul
You cannot ignore
Bass priority
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6. |
Cake Yo Me
02:59
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If you cake yo me I’ll cake yo too
I never met anyone compares to you
You can write it in monochrome colour in the sky
If you cake yo me I’m feeling superfly
Superfly and I got no problem with the time
Wasn’t waiting for the second
Still waiting for a sign
You can type it on a typewriter throw away the key
I will zip it and unpip it if you cake yo me
If you cake yo me I’ll cake yo too
I never take a message ’cept it comes from you
Meet me in the library read between the lines
It’s not a grocery store with the New York Times
Like a one-way sticker on an exit sign
If you cake yo me my heart is on the finish line
The finish line and I got no problem with the time
Not waiting for the second still waiting for a sign
You can type it on a typewriter throw away the key
I will zip it and unpip it if you cake yo me
Type it on a typewriter throw away the key
I will zip it and unpip it if you cake yo me
When you got a moment
The language of violence is too familiar to our people
The words of difference ringing down through the centuries
Cultural isolation is what they teach us at school
And woe betide the people if they don’t follow their rules
Power is the goal money is the curse
Controlling outsiders in a distant universe
The time is coming we shall be free
But I’m just saying in the meantime
Won’t you cake yo me
I wanna get together in a black and white world
If it’s an oyster it’s forever and inside you’re the pearl
Through history poetry mystery colony
Mysticism terrorism battles in the head
Too many of our people have wound up dead
Not allowed to believe what they want to believe
The language of violence has been following me
Thought I left it behind but you know it still scares me
The secret’s in the locket and you keep it in your pocket
And you know that we would rock it if you only would let me
And throw away the key
Come cake yo me
If you cake yo me I’ll cake yo too
I never met anyone compares to you
You can write it in a monochrome colour in the sky
If you cake yo me I’m feeling superfly
Superfly and I got no problem with the time
Wasn’t waiting for the second I was writing up a sign
Type it on a typewriter throw away the key
I will zip it and unpip it if you cake yo me
Type it on a typewriter throw away the key
I will zip it and unpip it if you cake yo me
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7. |
Self-isolation
03:07
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Self-isolation you’re breaking my heart
Bringing frustration by setting me apart
From my loved ones I’m told I might lose
By an upper-class twat in over-sized clown shoes
Populism – the language of the elite
A cracked prism anaesthetising people on the street
It’s a monochrome world where black is white
And the colours are crazy and the streets are empty
The streets are empty in the city tonight
Hope is where we live
Though we’re hanging on a rope
You think it’s a hoax or a dope smoke trope
Change is where you wanna be
Rearrange the strange interchange the pain
So everything you ever see is individual spiritual victory
The sleeve of your art becomes the thief of your heart
The belief that from the start inequality will disappear
Like pirates papyrus Miley Cyrus
From the virus we will be free
Self-isolation you’re breaking my heart
Bringing frustration by setting me apart
From my loved ones I’m told I might lose
By an upper-class twat in over-sized clown shoes
Got to do it today
What you gonna do tomorrow
You got to do it today
What you gonna do tomorrow
You got to do it today
What you gonna do tomorrow
You got to do it today
What you gonna do tomorrow
You got to do it today (self-isolate)
What you gonna do tomorrow (self-isolate)
(Before it’s too late)
You got to do it today (self-isolate)
What you gonna do tomorrow (self-isolate)
You got to do it today
What you gonna do tomorrow
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8. |
Best of Times
03:09
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How can we love in times like these
Re-organise the future better put it in a deep freeze
Take a look at the earth take a look at the sky
Jenny and Jack are on a diamond high
We do what we want to we do what we can
Communicating love is what it means to be a human
It was the best of times it was the worst of times
The Queen’s on a building with an empty street sign
And the princes are convicted from historical crimes
It was the worst of times it was the best of times
We do what we want to we do what we can
Communicating love is what it means to be a human
It was the best of times it was the worst of times
And the poverty trap is an invisible line
If it don’t get you the poorhouse will
The numbers going up and they’re going up still
“We found a way to resyphon and recycle the money
We found a way to recycle and resyphon the money
You think you’re getting it
You’re not getting it
You think it’s being redistributed
It’s not being redistributed
There’s one rule for the rich
And another for the poor”
How can we love in times like this
We’re frozen here forever you know we’ll never kiss
How can we love in times like this
You lean a little closer and you find your bliss
A flowery tale more sweet than rhyme
You talk about the music you’re listening to all the time
And beauty is truth and truth is beauty all the time
We do what we want to we do what we can
Communicating love is what it means to be human
That’s how we love in times like these
That’s how we love in times like these
Times like these
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9. |
Book of Poems
02:54
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I will write a book of poems
To shield you from the winter wind
Tuck you in and keep you warm
I will write a book of poems
I will write an autumn day
To bring you back when you’re away
The buzzing bees the fatal shower
The light drawing in at an early hour
Fruitfulness in flower
The harvest hour
No time to delay
I will write an autumn day
I will write a summer song
That we can sing all summer long
Soft-sunned Irish afternoons
Clouds shaped like pictures beside the moon
Memories of trees their time on earth
Fields reveal the holy turf
When love appears a virgin birth
This is where you and I belong
I will sing a summer song
I will write a springtime air
That’s played on pipes beyond repair
Each morning brighter than the last
Each century relives the past
The birds sing their magic spells
Flying north for warmer places
Scarves and upturned baby faces
I will write a springtime air
I will write a book of poems
To shield you from the winter wind
Tuck you in and keep you warm
I will write a book of poems
I will write a book of love
Running backwards in reverse
To the time we first-versed
Felt the Muses stall the curses prime the verses
Universe immersed in precious verses
I will write a book of love
I got the future
I got the Muses
I got the music
I got the choirs of angels
Begin again
I will write a book of poems
To shield you from the winter wind
Tuck you in and keep you warm
I will write a book of poems
I will write an autumn day
To bring you back from when you’re away
The buzzing bees the fatal shower
The light drawing in at an early hour
Fruitfulness in flower
The harvest hour
No time to delay
I will write an autumn day
I will write a summer song
That we can all sing along
Clouds shaped like pictures of trees
Hiding here behind the earth
Looking over everything
You know what it’s worth
I will write a summer song
I will write a springtime air
Played on pipes beyond repair
Each morning brighter than the last
Each century relives the past
The birds sing their magic spells
Flying north for warmer places
Scarves and upturned baby faces
I will write a springtime air
I will write a book of poems
To shield you from the winter wind
Tuck you in and keep you warm
Ready to begin again
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10. |
Light Comes In
03:11
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New world is nicer now
A coda not a repeat
I walked through the woods
Rain beneath my feet
Invisible high above me
The owls reclaimed the sky
Faraway tarmac silenced
Like the space between
You and I
Candles on the verandas
Like I never seen before
Smell of midwinter wind
The calm after the storm
The shortest day draws closer
The night is moving in
You and I together
A memory
Where the light comes in
New world is kinder now
A coda not a repeat
There’s a baker baking bread
They’re getting high on High Street
And the boulevard of broken dreams
That leads up to the stars
Is littered with confetti
Thrown by Venus and by Mars
And the animals who surround us
Welcome us to their world
Only got to keep our distance
Or we’re never gonna see the pearl
The shortest day draws closer
The night is moving in
You and I together
A memory
Where the light comes in
A memory
Where the light comes in
New world is nearer now
A coda not a repeat
Shutters closed like eyelids
For Sleeping Beauty’s beauty sleep
Wicked witches cannot touch us
We’ll wake whenever it’s time
When handsome princes
Handsome princesses
Kiss the lips of the earth that slips
From the grip of Frankenstein’s mankind
The shortest day draws closer
The night is moving in
You and I together
A memory
Where the light comes in
A memory
Where the light comes in
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Ash is creeping in with its magnificent aroma
Stretching all the way from Boulder Hill to Belfast and Tecoma
Number’s rising no surprising man’s demise unappetising
Markets edifying mathematical proselytising is truth-defying
This is the real news you can’t fake it
Good luck I hope you make it
If there’s a terrifying turn
You think you have to leave
Your heart is doing somersaults
Can’t speak or breathe
Listen very closely
To the magic in the air
The thunder’s bringing rain
You can feel it everywhere
This is the real news you can’t fake it
Good luck I hope you make it
The expedition’s here from glorious Morocco
The distance is a sin from Africa to California
Global warming someone’s yawning underneath the awning
Vultures swarming that’s the warning
Ain’t no use for
Stonewalling
This is the real news you can’t fake it
Good luck I hope you make it
If there’s a terrifying turn
You think you have to leave
Your heart is doing somersaults
Can’t speak or breathe
Listen very closely
To the magic in the air
The thunder’s bringing rain
You can feel it everywhere
This is the real news you can’t fake it
Good luck I hope you make it
This is the real news you can’t fake it
Good luck I hope you make it
In the land of your mothers and your fathers were born
There’s a light in the river and the river is strong
You can’t deny all the stories
Though they told you them wrong
Well come on everybody we can all sing along
Getting back to the country where our mothers are from
Well you know you got a language when the meaning is strong
Well you got to get a feeling ’cause you know it’s all wrong
So you put the words together and you sing along
This is the real news you can’t fake it
Good luck I hope you make it
I hope you make it
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12. |
Talk Don't Touch
04:50
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All we can do now is talk
No touching
Other people are only a memory
Reawakened by European cinema
Or an accent emoting online
A faraway smile
A holiday photograph of a beach in the sunset
Café in the centre of town in the rain
Friends you thought you knew
And you ended up never seeing again
In an envelope in a box on the top shelf
In a box at the bottom of the undiscovered ocean of buried treasure
Find yourself
*
He was shot among the fig trees
And nobody saw him
They said he had a gun
He had prayer beads
His father said “Everybody dies alone”
I changed the channel
An Italian hospital
A nurse
Crying
Untouchable
Don’t touch
And then an ironic baby Jesus came to me
It was laying in an art gallery
A doll arranged by strangers
No bib to catch his bread
Just a manger
To lay his head
No touching
No touching
No touching
Don’t touch
Ain’t nothing gonna stop us on the march to freedom
Only problem at the bottom ’Bama gone ain’t gonna lead ’em
There’s a guy from Bristol there’s a girl from Sweden
You talk 2020 you talk dodecahedron
Every month’s alike a-looking at a new landslide
Every week a little more froze up inside
Every day the walls are closing in on me
Concentrate
When life gets in the way you’ve got to isolate
Don’t touch
Don’t touch
No touching
Talk don’t touch
Talk don’t touch
Call
So this is where we are now
Where we gonna be?
And if this is where we are now
Where do we wanna be
We want to get there
We want to be listened to
We got to listen to each other
And as the sun sets on this empire of coronavirus
Sadness covers the world
And you’re wondering will it ever be over
That’s what we’re all thinking
And in the meantime
Talk
Talk
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Andy White Belfast, UK
Belfast songwriter, has guitar wants to travel. Latest album - Good Luck I Hope You Make It
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