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Haunted
04:00
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Beauty, farce, farce in your face.
Every tit and every arse, advertising farce.
Farce in your face, and a normal body shape,
Seems like an utter disgrace.
She decides not to eat, she wants to be skinny.
She decides not to think, she wants to look pretty.
I decide not to care, why should I look?
At advertising farce, dragging us all over the edge.
Haunted by porn!
Advertising porn.
And this, is what, you can do with it.
Sex sells, sex sells it all.
Advertising sex, strangling us to death.
And all the girls all whinge, I want to be thin!
I’m too fat! Mummy give me that?
I want to be thin, and mini, and tiny, and skinny!
Just like Twiggy. Wait, who is Twiggy???
Oh…yeah, I want that, I’m too fat.
I want that, I’m too fat I’m too fat!
Hospital bed. Slashes through her head.
No food for months. No lady lumps.
And the girl still whinges, Covered in stitches.
I’m too fat, mummy want that!
And the church bells chime because it was her time?
But it wasn’t her time.
She was haunted by porn!
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2. |
Random Heart Attacks
04:13
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I made love to shifting sand
Made love to a desperate gold band
Made love in a desert storm
Killed the calm and was reborn
I made love on a dead end flight
Ticking clocks in the blackest night
Made love in a hazard zone
All the unseen and all the unknown
Random Heart Attacks
And I made love to Lias Saoudi
Magenta spotlight shinning on me
His hair a silhouette of blazing stars
Rand to Jupiter, Venus and Mars
And I made love to Salman Rushdie
East met west in a mad flurry
And the books burned and the fire bombed
Unrequited love again...
Random Heart Attacks
Never tell anyone
Trashed out tunes mascara runs
Hollow hearts and harrowing pasts
Things that never, never, never, never, never last
And why destroy your favourite things?
Things that hurt so an obvious win, win
And it's game over, playtime gone
Everything right and nothing wrong......
Random Heart Attacks
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3. |
Hair of the Dog Day
04:58
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Explosions from inside out.
Drowning internally.
Virus spread an eternity.
From a bat initially.
The bat had vampire blood.
That spread through every land.
And the cauldron flew over our heads
where will it land?
and this is why we say
(CH)
Hair of the dog day!
Hair of the dog day!
How can we live any other way?
Hair of the dog day!
The tide has turned around.
The tide has turned around.
No need for a Tsunami now.
The tide has turned around.
Locked in with a key.
Locked indefinitely.
Locked in with the rock ‘n roll.
Nowhere to go.
And this is why we say….
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4. |
Diff Verlds
05:13
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I say yes and you say no.
I say stop and you say go.
We go to and we go fro.
You say black and I say blue.
You say false and I say true.
You say odd and I say new.
You say amp and I say vault.
You say blame and I say fault.
You say jump and I say jolt.
You say wax and I say wane.
You say fight and I say pain.
You say nuts and I stay sane.
We are, different, worlds.
I am here and you are there.
We are tortoise we are hare.
We are everywhere.
I am sun and you are rain.
I am shock and you are shame.
I am hearing everything ok.
I say laugh and you say cry.
I say enough and you say why.
I stay below and you go high.
I say what and you say where.
I say now and you say there.
And there’s nothing to compare…
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5. |
Time
03:04
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Ain’t got time to know the real news.
Ain’t got time to know what to do.
When you walk into a polling booth.
You ain’t got time for it.
So they rig the whole thing.
Place their bets on your head spin.
Beat you up as they win the thing,
and you ain’t got time for it.
(CH)
And you ain’t got time…time!
Ain’t got time for your own mess.
Ain’t got time for your god bless.
Ain’t got time for your own trash.
Cos time is the thing you waste.
Ain’t got time for no detox.
Only got time for your toxic shocks.
Ain’t got time for no deep dives,
Cos times the thing you waste.
And you ain’t got….. TIME!
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6. |
Unsubscribing
06:06
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I turn on:
My chosen device.
The screen swims in front of me.
My eyes turn to ice.
I can’t remember, what I had done.
But my screen is always full of unwanted scum
I’m a member of this
I’m a member of that
I’ve subscribed my life away,
No privacy act.
And where did they come from?
The membership that shat.
What the f~ck is this?
What the f~ck is that?
I’m unsubscribing to your trash!
I’m unsubscribing to your bullshit.
My time has come.
To make my mind up
In which crew I will run.
It’s not your decision.
It’s totally mine.
No political swaying.
No religious crime.
I’ll make my own mind up,
Thank you very much.
I’ll make my own mind up,
Had enough!
I’m unsubscribing to your trash!
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Madam Super Trash Adelaide, Australia
We are a rollercoaster ride above a nightmare, a bungee jump into a super massive black hole, white water rafting in the
Great Pacific garbage patch, snowboarding on shafts of glass, a fall down a rabbit hole with a lover, a skydive out of a crashing plane, a multicoloured hot air balloon over a war zone. Genre: trash to treasure stuck together with super glue.
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MST
Adelaide, Australia
2024
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