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Martin Amis
04:31
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I live among you
I’m never found
I see your folly
I write it down
My hair is grey
My face is sallow
I write the books
I wrote ‘Time’s Arrow’
Tell what my name is
My name is Amis
Martin Amis
Your comic lives
For art I’ve mined
I’m fascinated
By you and your kind
You can’t help it
It’s your yobo genes
You’ll never know
What money means
Tell what my name is
My name is Amis
Martin Amis
I’ll tell you secrets
Make it intimate
But peel it back
My truths are fake
Your lives are jokes
Your ignorance funny
Some call it crass
I call it money
Tell what my name is
My name is Amis
Martin Amis
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Olga
05:17
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Everything I wanted
Still I’d rather be dead
A million costs a million
I became a broker
The year that I met her
I can buy opinion
Coke and ambition
Whores and acquisition
Money never changes
Look inside the mirror
None of me was clear
Only lives can never be exchanged
And with the right cash you can hear me sing…
Money can’t be made
My hands begin to fade
Nothing ever lasts
My body turns to gas
As you watch me disappear
Got the house got the car
Satisfaction can’t be far
Everything loses focus
All sales will pay
Reality ebbs away
My body I do not miss
Fade into the ether
Cannot recognise her
Only money makes sense
My mind is now free
Never what I want to be
Money is not an expense
And with the right cash you can hear me sing…
Money can’t be made
My hands begin to fade
Nothing ever lasts
My body turns to gas
As you watch me disappear
I buy and I spend
My spirit will transcend
Everything I can lose
I got the Wall Street blues
As you watch me disappear
Give me the money, give me all your money… as I disappear
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Kylie
01:56
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I’ve always loved the movies
When reality ain’t enough
I’ve always loved the movies
When reality ain’t enough
I started out on porn but now I’m addicted to snuff
Boredom is dangerous,
As I’m sure you all know.
When even hardcore goes soft,
There’s only one way to go
Exiled from our deeper selves; it’s time to fuck the seeds we sew
Anaesthetised by cliché
I soon hit the harder stuff
I saw the world’s competing fictions
And I called their bluff
Imagination got hard and so I turned to snuff
Watching cock after cock
Just left me dead behind the eyes
Choking on hot cum
I couldn’t help but take a dive
Sex scenes are easier when I know everybody in it dies
Oh no, terror wake us from inertia
Oh no, I dream of violence
Oh no, I want it want it rough
I find myself… addicted to snuff
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Jessica
04:59
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Money let us lie there in products and in sex
And love sang all the days that you could pay the cheques
But money songs its own song; it’s metallic like the knife
When it’s gone you see that money has a lot to do with life
I want to die with you
There’s nothing else I’d rather do
All the money in the world can’t make our dreams come true
So I wanna die with you
I’ve always been in awe of the velocity of money
As days ran dry we found love can’t pay for us, for me
When we were poor I learned the truth about love
You say “we’ll be rich’ I stare at the high windows above
I want to die with you
There’s nothing else I’d rather do
All the money in the world can’t make our dreams come true
So I wanna die with you
Get on the ground now nobody fucking move
When you’ve got nothing the bank has something to lose
The filth had us surrounded – no option but destruction
All the point on the compass only lead to one direction
We loved each other completely with a cost so high and rich
But when the world falls apart it be put back with a needle & stitch
In my arms I held you and pressed the gun up to your head
I closed my eyes and whispered “it costs nothing to be dead”
I want to die with you
There’s nothing else I’d rather do
All the money in the world can’t make our dreams come true
I wanna die with you
I wanna die with you
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5. |
Mr Easton
04:30
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1. I’ve always been sensitive, you know what I mean?
I’ve always ascribed meaning to the things that I dream
I can hear those sirens crying
The scream of living and the dying
You hit me so hard I’m lost somewhere along the kitchen floor
If the ambulance gets here they’ll pull me up to the shore
I know that you love me
Because you told me so
I know that I love you
Because you told me so
With a rickety voice I ask “why’s the ambulance so slow”
You smile at me and say that it’s all part of the show
2. Your strong arms hold me and keep me held in love
You’ve always been faithful… well, sort of
You’re my god and my messiah
And though they tell me you are a liar
I won’t swallow bitter wisdom for I know that you’re my man
I’ve known you are who you are ever since our love began
You make me suffer
You make me over
And I want to suffer
And I want to be over
I don’t care what they tell me or what they say they know
I just smile at them and tell them it’s all part of the show
3. I’m standing here upon the stage for your women and your men
I’ll practice every night until we make love again
I want to be broken
pin me down and pull me open
but the bruises of artistic thrills are beginning to show
will you even remember this in another year or so
I want you to hurt me more than you want to hurt me
I want to be loved more than you want to hurt me
I want you to want it more than you want to hurt me
I want you to want to…
And when the roles reverse with you on top and me below
I’ll look up and with a smile I’ll say: it’s all part of the show
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6. |
Betty
04:16
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Why live,
When you can watch?
Rain falls
On the Humber docks
All my nightmares about adult life,
They’re all coming true
My necktie is clawed loose
As I stare at the view
I’m not afraid,
But it sure feels like fear
The years have taught me
How to disappear
Ain’t that a shame?
Ain’t that a shame?
Ain’t got no love
There ain’t no cure for that
Ain’t got no money
There ain’t no cure for that
Ain’t got no sex
There ain’t no cure for that
You’re living in Hull
Baby, there ain’t no cure for that
How can one live?
How can one live?
Work made me grey and pale
Work is all I give
My exhaustion,
Is a relief from reflection
My inner life
Has died of dissatisfaction
I see the horror
Submerged in the banal
And I can’t see the value
When I know the cost of it all
Life is boring
Hull is boring
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7. |
Isabella
04:49
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Tell me, where does it go? All the money that we blow?
It never comes back round so it’s gone somewhere I know
Rich man or poor man, no man can make love nor money last
With little funds it’s easy to spend love too fast
All the riches of the world
All of the diamonds and the gold
All the stories we’re told
…Love can be bought and sold
Nuremburgian banners tell me to “spend or fail as a citizen”
When the prices are this low, who gives a fuck about ethical criticism
My humanity stripped down, to only what my loyalty card required
I killed a man with my bare hands, he was after the product I desired
All the riches of the world
All of the diamonds and the gold
All the stories we’re told
…Love can be bought and sold
Don’t sell it to people;
Sell people to it.
Only values that I’ve got left
Are what a carrier bag can fit
Everything’s for sale.
It’s open all night
Here at the supermarket
I buy some fascism lite
And then I saw her… her beauty so sacred amongst the profane
Others were killing for tat, she was an angel of the checkout lane
Her beauty brought hope, a life beyond these plastic lands
But she was looking through me at the products in my hands
All the riches of the world
All of the diamonds and the gold
All the stories we’re told
…Love can be bought (fade to end)
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Jennifer
00:52
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9. |
Sabine
04:48
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I woke up this morning with my brain spilling out my head
It wasn’t just me everyone on earth was dead
Corpses shuffling to and fro, on their last wave by
I don’t recall the date, when did everybody die?
Rotting bodies moaning the question “who’s to blame”
But as I look around the world I see everything is the same.
I’m happy to hear you’re doing fine
It’s been the end of the world now for a long, long time.
I should have known the apocalypse had to be
When I saw the hooker holding master’s degree
When mindless wars where planned with great accuracy
When disease is better that paying a hospital fee
When our governments stole our privacy and we didn’t care
When we reached out to god and found nobody there
I’m happy to hear you’re doing fine
It’s been the end of the world now for a long, long time.
The world ended without any kind of fuss
Culture has retreated frightened from us
There’s a collective effort to sure up our memory of the past
But all the cover bands in the world simply can’t last
We need to decay away to get some relief
We’ll cross the murky interface between the actual and the belief
Our bodies need it but our minds aren’t able
And all time is… irredeemable
Money has no meaning when debts just pay for debts
Everybody wants justice until everybody forgets
Corpses check online for what information has been said
As all sentience clicks away, wanking and undead
We eat the flesh off each other as a matter of course
But on the whole I can’t say anything is really any worse
I’m happy to hear you’re doing fine
It’s the end of the world
It’s the end of the world
It’s the end of the world
It’s been the end of the world now for a long, long time.
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10. |
Rumsfeld
06:12
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They are watching you
They are touching you
And when you sleep
Is when they meet
In the woods
Under owls
Nothing is beyond their powers
Nations crumble and fall
They design it all
Leaders will rise
They stand behind
In shadows and disguise
So they need a little time
A little time to unwind
Let’s go down, come on down
To Bohemian Grove
As they climbed
The ladder of success
They took the rungs
Away from anyone else
They’ve made mistakes
You’ve made them too
But don’t you ever forget
Who is ruling whom?
They were young just like you
And they had dreams just like you
They wanted it all just like you
…they just wanted it that little bit more than you
So they need a little time
A little time to unwind
Let’s go down come on down…
To Bohemian Grove.
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11. |
Howard
03:43
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I was standing in the queue for the bank
Waiting I watched the reptilian fuckers in front eating out the brains of the sad shit in the booth
I had been in line for 6 or 7 or 8 or 9 days now and there was no signs of movement
I envied and grew to loath those in front of me in the queue
With their self-satisfied dinner jackets and smug little evening dresses
They had everything I wanted
Each successive one of them closer to the front
If I could even be one place closer…
I dreamed about killing the man in front of me
He used his position to mock me
I couldn’t do it though
They’d only put me to the back of the queue
That’s no way to live
I tried to pity those behind me in the queue
But I all could muster was a wet disgust for them
They’d probably gladly kill me and risk getting sent to the back
Their position is so worthless and frail already
My memory fails me for the most part of my time at the back
It creeps in at night to make sure I never sleep
I remember when the first person appeared behind me in the queue
It was power
The lights began to flicker at one point during my time in the bank
Then the whole place was in darkness
And a funny thing happened…
Nobody moved
Light began to pour through a crack in reality
The crack spread open like legs
Everyone in the bank stared into the open portal
Each of us saw
Inside there was a garden of all earthly and heavenly delight
I saw all my wildest fantasies moving, alive and real
One hundred naked angels beckoned me into the sun
But then the bank opened up another cashiers booth
The queue moved forward one space in front
It might only take another year or two now
I stared again into the portal
But everyone in front moved forward
I was going to lose my place
I stepped forward in the queue
The portal closed
And so did the first booth.
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