1. |
Communication Killer
04:05
|
|||
|
talk is cheap and violence is easy
Substitute kicks and punches for punctuation
The sick transmissions that make us uneasy
A sensation of new desperation to
Desensitise me so I
just can't seem to do it by myself
Desenstise me so I
Just have to do it to someone else
You won't abbreviate me know
You can't alleviate this pressure
Discourse deteriorates in
this ruthless twisting of our nature
Better deals, cheaper thrills
Truncating our communication skills
Scratch at the walls that keep me verbalised
Break the constraints of conversation
Come lay me down with the socially circumcised
Dumb down the meaning of the consequence of our creation
Desensitise me so I
just can't seem to do it by myself
Desenstise me so I
Just have to do it to someone else
You won't abbreviate me know
You can't alleviate this pressure
Discourse deteriorates in
this ruthless twisting of our nature
Better deals, cheaper thrills
Truncating our communication skills
Why don't we know how to communicate
We need to learn how to communicate
You won;t abbreviate this no
You can't alleviate this tension
For each commiserated soul
there's ten more stuck in apprehension
Twist the reasons to break our will
When now even comunication kills
|
||||
2. |
Media Friendly Fire
02:45
|
|||
|
Kiss Kiss, Flash Flash
It's all about me honey honey
A List, Flash Cash,
Look at me i'm so money monet
Bright lights, big city
i know you want to see me see me
Such sights, such pity, i know you want to be me so you
Had best watch out because I'm starting a fire
You'd best keep back because I keep getting higher
It might turn out to be my funeral pyre
Another victim of media friendly fire
Sell my celebrity
Stretch fifteen minutes to thirty thirty
Don't I look pretty
Naked on the internet, dirty dirty
One song I sang
It bombed but you adore me don't you?
Kiss Kiss bang Bang
It's all been too much for me so you
Had best watch out because I'm starting a fire
You'd best keep back because I keep getting higher
It might turn out to be my funeral pyre
Another victim of media friendly fire
There must be someone to blame
My fifteen minutes of fame
I know I should be ashamed but
You don't know my name
|
||||
3. |
Crowds and Open Spaces
04:25
|
|||
|
Its not safe to go outside these days
Because our skin just isn't thick enough
And the world just isn't big enough
It's not safe to speak your mind these days
But the words still come too easily
To everyone that won't agree with
All of us
Maybe its subliminal
Or just a word to the wise
but everyones a criminal
Unitil proven otherwise
So bar up all your windows
And never answer the phone
if you don't talk to anyone
You'll be safe in your own home but
Its not safe to go outside these days
Because our skin just isn't thick enough
And the world just isn't big enough
It's not safe to speak your mind these days
But the words still come too easily
To everyone that won't agree with
All of us
So take down all my details
Leave the back up on a train
If somebody takes it
I guess I'll have to change my name
Move into the country
Forget everyone I know
And hope that they forget me
Because I'm not safe in my own home
Its not safe to go outside these days
Because our skin just isn't thick enough
And the world just isn't big enough
It's not safe to speak your mind these days
But the words still come too easily
To everyone that won't agree with
All of us
Empty streets and deadlocked doors
Are all that we have
To remind us of what we have come to forget
Foster the fear to sell out the news stands
If you survive you could die by your own hands
Empty eyes and deadened faces
In these crowds and open spaces
I think I might go outside today
And see if the world really seems
As bad as we're led to believe
I think I might find something to say
Someone might share my point of view
And Say I feel the same as you but
Its not safe to go outside these days
Because our skin just isn't thick enough
And the world just isn't big enough
It's not safe to speak your mind these days
But the words still come too easily
To everyone that won't agree with
All of us
|
||||
4. |
comfort zone
04:25
|
|||
|
Like another story about fools and angels
I don't know where to put my feet
Treading eggshells until I can find a reason
Where my means and my ends meet
One time lovers and two time friends
Third time round may be we'll start again
Count our blessings and make amends
Or number our days to see where it sll ends
But I, I'm not really here
And I, I'm not really
And I, I'm not really here
I'm gone, back home
Coddle myself like an infant wrapped in cotton wool
So I wouldn;t feel it if I fell
if I leave my bubble will i be killed by the world
With a nod to HG Wells
One more chance to take a second guess
Third time luck is as good as it gets
We remember how to forget
Greener pastures that we haven't found yet
But I, I'm not really here
And I, I'm not really
And I, I'm not really here
I'm gone, back home
i'm deep in my comfort zone
But I'm already moving
I walk on
Break out of your comfort zone
An I know that we're already here
And I know that we are ready
I know that we're already here
And I know we're already home
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
Maybe it's too late
And there's no way to stop this from moving
Apply the brakes
And hope against hope that it's enough
What can you say
When you're travelling too fast to listen
Maybe thats ok
When listening just isn't enough
Falling forward in slow motion
Waiting for a moment of impact
To snap out of this restless daze
Where every moment feels like
Falling asleep in traffic
What goes around
tends to have no way of stopping
So put your foot down
And hope it's enough to carry you
Break through the sound
now there's no reason for you to listen
Turn this around
and face what you're heading to
Falling forward in slow motion
Waiting for a moment of impact
To snap out of this restless daze
Where every moment feels like
Falling asleep in traffic
Maybe there's no way to stop this from moving
Maybe there's no other way out of this
|
||||
6. |
Catchphrase
03:53
|
|||
|
People
just walking around
Hoping
To stand out from the crowd
Cut both sides
For candyfloss smiles
A simple divide
It wasn't supposed to be
You hear what I say and I hear what you say
In this way our differences fall away
You watch what I see and I watch you see
Through this confusion you become more like me
You learn what I do and I learn what you do
this cynincal mimic has become more like you
You just want to be how I just want to be
Defend no pretences and just say what you see
Now people
Still laugh at the clowns
Hoping
That one day they'll wear the crown
The big top burns
The worm that turns
My stomach churns
It wasn't supposed to be
You hear what I say and I hear what you say
In this way our differences fall away
You watch what I see and I watch you see
Through this confusion you become more like me
You learn what I do and I learn what you do
this cynincal mimic has become more like you
You just want to be how I just want to be
Defend no pretences and just say what you see
It wasn't supposed to be forever
|
||||
7. |
Friday Night Fights
03:56
|
|||
|
Out on the tiles another night of excess
Coming around again, a common trend
Temperatures rise with the desire tom impress
Leading to any ends, it's the weekend so
Let it go, lose control
Break you bones as the inhibitions fall
Forget yourself in liquid lust
But keep your hands to yourself
I think that you should just
Settle down
Because if you want to
Start trouble
i think you've come to the
Wrong place
Now we're all having such a good time
We don;t want to burst the bubble tonight
Swelling with pride as you imbibe your own weight
Much more than you can take, for goodness sake
All the wrong eyes caught in the sights of your state
Something is bound to break, so something breaks
What happens next is a cautionary tale
One lies in traction and one more in jail
It's not just London's pride, in alcohol we trust
But keep a hold of yourself
I think that you should just
Settle down
Because if you want to
Start trouble
I tihnk you've come to the
Wrong place
Now we're all having such a good time
We don't want to burst the bubble tonight
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
Distrust can distort your vision
Making you see double meanings when between the lines
There's just empty spaces
Not everything is a riddle
Written in rhyme to distract so the truth can escape
Without any traces
So pay attention to what is said
Don't listen to what is in your head
Step back and take a deep breath or two
Is that too much for you
Please don't take this the worng way
Even though you're not listening anyway
You hear whatever you think is fit
So take the wrong end of a short stick and run with it
It's easy to jump to conclusions
Especially when you're looking down from an Ivory tower
Waiting to take flight
So next time you fly off the handle
Out of the frying pan into the fire again
You will know I'm right
I'm trying to save you from yourself
It's for the sake of your mental health
Step back and take a deep breath or two
Is that too much for you
Please don't take this the wrong way
Even thought you're not listening anyway
Just hear whatever you think is fit
And take the wrong end of a short stick and run with it
Please don't take this the wrong way
Even though it's already too late
Your interpretation is counterfeit
So take the wrong end of a short stick and run with it
|
||||
deadhorsetooth Hertfordshire, UK
Deadhorsetooth formed in 2004 when they got tired of folk. Guitarist Moggy moved to take centre stage after too long on the sidelines had melted his bloated ego, while once-trumpeter greg found himself drawn back to those rumbling bass frequencies. Drummer Mikey has never strayed from his skin-bashing tendencies, and his funk band background has brought the grooves that the tooth were after. ... more
If you like deadhorsetooth, you may also like:
Carla Geneve returns with a record of jittery alt-rock, topped with lyrics that are both wry and introspective.
go to album
A caustically funny, riff-filled assault on everything that makes this world suck—yup, it's a new record from the legendary Mudhoney.
go to album
Dreamy doom-pop for the spooky season from Seattle's Tylo.
go to album
Community / GBY
by Running Joke
A pair of gutsy indie rock songs from Adelaide outfit running joke that are as hooky as they are bone-brittle.
go to album
I Want The Door To Open
by Lala Lala
On her latest record, Lillie West considers the way the self is constructed.
go to album
Rantings From The Book Of Swamp
by Kim Salmon and the Surrealists
Melbourne avant-gardists Kim Salmon and the Surrealists return with a slab of grungy, lo-fi rock & roll.
go to album
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct.
go to album
