1. |
Aucklantis
04:52
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deep under the sea, there lies a city
with a mayor who doesn't care
all covered in water, te huia's daughter
but the mayor, he doesn't care
didn't know it was raining
pity me, i've been training
set my racquet to kill
and the media, i will
sick of all the complaining?
well, i've got three years remaining
and the clouds will keep me shouting
as your god keeps bawlin'
and your hopes are fallin'
well, the courts are callin'
yeah, you might have won
now we're counting the cost
i won't say love if you won't say you lost
you call them all drongos
four gone to the shadows
call that a backhand?
you may be right
didn't know it was raining
pity me, i've been training
set my racquet to kill
and the media, i will
sick of all the complaining?
well, i've got three years remaining
and the clouds will keep me shouting
as your god keeps bawlin'
and your hopes keep fallin'
well, the courts are callin'
on day nine the sun came out again
came out again, came out again
please crawl back into your hole
please don't pretend you care enough
please crawl back into your hole
wayne
aucklantis
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2. |
Zedative
05:04
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take my hand
the cosmic ballerina spinning out
with just the slightest grip on you
no one built the moon
but we hold on, we hold on
with one hand on the sun
the other on the dark side of the moon
take my hand
the superstring attractor wolfing out
they say that when the moon is high
you cannot see the sun
but we hold on, and we hold on
yeah, we hold on
with one hand on the sun
the other on the dark side of the zoom
it takes one pill to feel not ill
one night off
it takes one pill to feel not ill
one night off
but we hold on, yeah, we hold on
with one hand on the sun
the other on the dark side of the noon
hold on though there's no point in it
hold on though there's no point in doing so
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3. |
The Control
02:41
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i think i need to know
how to swim if the roads
are canals, are rivers
if our mayors are boomers
are businessmen with their own goals
we used to be men
we had the control
but our kings are losers
with sons who write books instead of myths
we used to be men
we had the control
we used to be men
we used to smoke coal
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4. |
Hyper Black Sea
03:16
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here's an idea
what if we made earth a bit more like venus
a bit more like mercury?
hyper black sea
make a mockery of our enemies
like we should have any
we're never gonna disagree
hyper black sea
paparazzi, cannibals on tv
devouring future me
hyper black sea
hyper black sea
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5. |
Not Penny's Boat
04:30
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it was not penny's boat that was on the radar
so it seems i will never see claire on the chopper
flying across the sea with her brother and son
how will she remember me?
this is how it has to be
we were never meant to be loved
without a little compromise
we are never gonna make it home
without a little sacrifice
mmmmm
lucky i know my way around harmonies
so just as well i went down, yeah
and not desmond, i know
flying across the sea i can hear the birds and
melodies i remember
how will she remember me?
we were never meant to be loved
without a little compromise
we are never gonna make it home
without a little sacrifice
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6. |
Venus > Earth
02:59
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an idea
what if we made earth a better place like venus
gotta write a thesis
don't we all want hotter people on the tindr?
intravenous lava
an idea
what if all the doubters were sent up to the mountains
thermometers on mild
let's see how they cope
and let's see how they mope
and live without the fire
i would like you to burn
burn in the flames
the economy demands it
i would like you to burn
burn in the flames
the economy demands it
an idea
mining of the lunar, the better the sooner
'cause we just need the moolah
i don't care for the other
carnivorous bother
intravenous lava
i would like you to burn
burn in the flames
the economy demands it
i would like you to burn
burn in the flames
the economy demands it
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7. |
Ascension
01:56
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n/a
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8. |
One Man Bland
03:15
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i'm an unwanted power fuzzpop king
sitting alone on my throne
and it was never the plan, one man bland
how did i end up alone?
i never compromised
on so many things
never giving an inch
and of the very things
i don't deputise
i can do in a pinch
never having to put someone down
'cause their playing was making me frown
i have only myself to blame now
when i screw up it's mine
only mine
on the line
it has a lot to do with
individual tastes overall
i have no patience for intellectuals
who might be dumber than dogs
never having to follow the muse
of a loser who's stuck on the blues
i have only myself to amuse
when i screw up it's mine
only mine on the line
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9. |
Postdiluvia
02:44
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n/a
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10. |
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don't move, don't breathe
all your rights are belong to us
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11. |
No Words
04:39
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we don't need to speak again
no words will stop this argument
when did we turn into this
and who are you?
and who am I?
this is not you, where did you go?
last time we spoke we heard
no words we should use to anyone
when did we turn into this
and who are you?
and who am I?
this is not me, where did I go?
where did they go?
wandering out there
and who are you?
and who am I?
this is not you, where did you go?
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12. |
Summer Rain
03:19
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the rain is never gonna stop i've been told
forever stuck inside without state control
oh my god, here comes another one
oh my god, haven't we had enough
no more rain, how can clouds still remain
no more rain, don't need more time to kill today
the sky is turning orange, out of our control
we don't need more time to kill
we don't need more time to kill
we don't need more time to kill
we don't need more time to be still
the sky is turning orange, out of our control
the rain is never gonna stop
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13. |
Aucklantis (Dynamic mix)
04:52
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deep under the sea, there lies a city
with a mayor who doesn't care
all covered in water, te huia's daughter
but the mayor, he doesn't care
didn't know it was raining
pity me, i've been training
set my racquet to kill
and the media, i will
sick of all the complaining?
well, i've got three years remaining
and the clouds will keep me shouting
as your god keeps bawlin'
and your hopes are fallin'
well, the courts are callin'
yeah, you might have won
now we're counting the cost
i won't say love if you won't say you lost
you call them all drongos
four gone to the shadows
call that a backhand?
you may be right
didn't know it was raining
pity me, i've been training
set my racquet to kill
and the media, i will
sick of all the complaining?
well, i've got three years remaining
and the clouds will keep me shouting
as your god keeps bawlin'
and your hopes keep fallin'
well, the courts are callin'
on day nine the sun came out again
came out again, came out again
please crawl back into your hole
please don't pretend you care enough
please crawl back into your hole
wayne
aucklantis
|
||||
14. |
Zedative (Dynamic mix)
05:04
|
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|
take my hand
the cosmic ballerina spinning out
with just the slightest grip on you
no one built the moon
but we hold on, we hold on
with one hand on the sun
the other on the dark side of the moon
take my hand
the superstring attractor wolfing out
they say that when the moon is high
you cannot see the sun
but we hold on, and we hold on
yeah, we hold on
with one hand on the sun
the other on the dark side of the zoom
it takes one pill to feel not ill
one night off
it takes one pill to feel not ill
one night off
but we hold on, yeah, we hold on
with one hand on the sun
the other on the dark side of the noon
hold on though there's no point in it
hold on though there's no point in doing so
|
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15. |
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|
i think i need to know
how to swim if the roads
are canals, are rivers
if our mayors are boomers
are businessmen with their own goals
we used to be men
we had the control
but our kings are losers
with sons who write books instead of myths
we used to be men
we had the control
we used to be men
we used to smoke coal
|
||||
16. |
||||
|
here's an idea
what if we made earth a bit more like venus
a bit more like mercury?
hyper black sea
make a mockery of our enemies
like we should have any
we're never gonna disagree
hyper black sea
paparazzi, cannibals on tv
devouring future me
hyper black sea
hyper black sea
|
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17. |
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|
it was not penny's boat that was on the radar
so it seems i will never see claire on the chopper
flying across the sea with her brother and son
how will she remember me?
this is how it has to be
we were never meant to be loved
without a little compromise
we are never gonna make it home
without a little sacrifice
mmmmm
lucky i know my way around harmonies
so just as well i went down, yeah
and not desmond, i know
flying across the sea i can hear the birds and
melodies i remember
how will she remember me?
we were never meant to be loved
without a little compromise
we are never gonna make it home
without a little sacrifice
|
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18. |
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|
an idea
what if we made earth a better place like venus
gotta write a thesis
don't we all want hotter people on the tindr?
intravenous lava
an idea
what if all the doubters were sent up to the mountains
thermometers on mild
let's see how they cope
and let's see how they mope
and live without the fire
i would like you to burn
burn in the flames
the economy demands it
i would like you to burn
burn in the flames
the economy demands it
an idea
mining of the lunar, the better the sooner
'cause we just need the moolah
i don't care for the other
carnivorous bother
intravenous lava
i would like you to burn
burn in the flames
the economy demands it
i would like you to burn
burn in the flames
the economy demands it
|
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19. |
Ascension (Dynamic mix)
01:56
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n/a
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20. |
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|
i'm an unwanted power fuzzpop king
sitting alone on my throne
and it was never the plan, one man bland
how did i end up alone?
i never compromised
on so many things
never giving an inch
and of the very things
i don't deputise
i can do in a pinch
never having to put someone down
'cause their playing was making me frown
i have only myself to blame now
when i screw up it's mine
only mine
on the line
it has a lot to do with
individual tastes overall
i have no patience for intellectuals
who might be dumber than dogs
never having to follow the muse
of a loser who's stuck on the blues
i have only myself to amuse
when i screw up it's mine
only mine on the line
|
||||
21. |
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n/a
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22. |
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don't move, don't breathe
all your rights are belong to us
|
||||
23. |
No Words (Dynamic mix)
04:39
|
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|
we don't need to speak again
no words will stop this argument
when did we turn into this
and who are you?
and who am I?
this is not you, where did you go?
last time we spoke we heard
no words we should use to anyone
when did we turn into this
and who are you?
and who am I?
this is not me, where did I go?
where did they go?
wandering out there
and who are you?
and who am I?
this is not you, where did you go?
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24. |
||||
|
the rain is never gonna stop i've been told
forever stuck inside without state control
oh my god, here comes another one
oh my god, haven't we had enough
no more rain, how can clouds still remain
no more rain, don't need more time to kill today
the sky is turning orange, out of our control
we don't need more time to kill
we don't need more time to kill
we don't need more time to kill
we don't need more time to be still
the sky is turning orange, out of our control
the rain is never gonna stop
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