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Walk Away
03:17
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All my friends died of lung disease, died of heart disease, died of cancer:
They're the biggest killers around these parts.
All my friends had my back:
It's the biggest affection around these parts.
To think that all they ever knew was inarticulate alcoholic rage...
And it seems that I didn't turn out half as well as my mother sort of planned,
And it seems that I didn't turn out half as well as my father sorta hoped,
Cause when I threw that punch, you took our kids away,
So maybe I'm exactly the man my father used to be.
Now all I see are the times I let you down.
Now all I see are the times I let you walk away.
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Turn to Dust
01:25
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The words that you say, will all fade away, it's pointless and worthless...I know.
It's a gnawing and itching that scratches your soul,
Through doorways and bedsheets, it's all that you know,
It's watching and waiting and biding its time,
For the end of the world, the end of your world
Because we all...
Turn to dust my friend,
We turn to dust in the end.
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Homesick
01:38
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It's dark, and it's cold, and the weather is beating my face.
It's freezing and I'm sick, this sleeping sack is a body bag,
It's worn and I feel old, even though I'm only 23,
These streets are my home but legally they're not meant to be.
Another doorway,
Another box,
Another nights on the run from cops.
Another doorway,
Another box - a coffin provides more comfort...
And it's left me feeling homesick.
I never wanted to die so much,
I never wanted to live so much,
I never wanted a bed so much,
I'd do anything for a home.
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Digitalis
00:43
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The blood is forming on your skin, it's coming from within: trying to wring the life out of you.
Your life, reflected on the screen, is enough to make you scream.
How can you live with what you know about yourself,
When no one gets out alive?
The fear that you are going to die is standing side by side with the fear of living well,
So take your life out of the screen, take charge of your skin and do something enlightening.
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Sloganeering
02:08
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Stupid bullshit faux sincerity,
You think that's what it takes to survive.
But everyone can see through it, we all know it's lies.
Politics, politics, you're in it for yourself.
You wear a suit of lies and you wear it well.
Words so sweet it'll rot out your teeth,
And make diabetics of us all.
You paved the way for your own demise,
You should cut out your tongue to spite your face.
Your star will fall.
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No Kidneys
01:43
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You find yourself all alone, in a bathtub (next to a phone)
Full of ice and full of regret,
Covered in scars from the stomach to the neck.
Everybody warned you
Not to come to this part of town.
No kidneys, in a hotel room all alone.
Black market, red carpet,
And badly done butterfly stitches.
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Red Cola
01:43
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There’s a fire on the Clyde and you’re gasping for air,
It’s the sun’s reflection on the eyes of despair,
Close your eyes, lift your head and have no fear.
You’re lying down low and you’re struggling to breathe,
Your voice is getting thin and your lungs start to heave,
There’s a pain in your chest where your heart should be,
It’s a hole where feelings go and there’s no reprieve.
You don’t want this, but you need this – it’s your darkest hell.
You can’t see this, but you feel this – it’s your lowest ebb.
So close your eyes son and take the leap,
There’s nothing left but the soles of your feet,
You can turn this around if you wipe off the tears.
Like a kiss from a stranger it’s a cold hearted danger.
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Late stage capitalism is in a death spiral, do you remember when they said this land was fit for a king?
Or fit for a queen, whatever it all means; it's just a lie to help you find purpose.
War on everything - you are marked for death.
War on everything - take your final breath.
So get out your homes and take to the streets to burn all your idols.
These disposable heroes and paper thin leaders - burn all your idols.
We got the match and we got the fuel to burn all your idols.
So get out your homes and take to the street - burn all your idols.
Let's pull back the curtain and expose the lies of the world's ruling elite.
Sick of them watching and holding people down as they struggle to make ends meet.
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No one grows up or grows old in this rotten town, anymore.
Find a light in the dark, find a fuse for the spark.
Bury me, in the memory of my friends and family,
Admit defeat, they're lost to me.
Bury me, in the memory of my friends and family,
"Admit defeat" is what they're saying to me.
A light in the dark is like a pain that hurts my heart.
Bury me, in the memory of my friends and family,
Admit defeat, they're lost to me.
Bury me, in the memory of my friends in family,
"Admit defeat" is what they're saying to me.
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Pepe Silvia
03:04
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You build your life and make your big plans
but there's no accounting for all its demands.
It takes just one slip, a mammoth sized hit
To change the story.
Hold my head under and don't let me go
I've done some things that no man should ever know
Hold my head under and fill up my lungs
Until there's no life left in me so would you...
Hold my under and don't let me go
I've done many things that no man should ever know
Hold my head under and fill up my lungs
And drown these sorrows.
I hurt from the fall and it's taken me no time to feel nothing at all
It's under my skin; the dirt, the regret, the fact, the fiction.
I apologise for what I've done, but I can't see the light at the end of this.
The push and the pull: you can't deny the irony.
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YDSA
02:22
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Schiltron
02:27
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I can tell you all the things that you want to know,
Like how to build a country and lose it all.
But I can't tell you all the things that you want to hear:
Like how to save your life from project fear.
We know they're lying to our face, we read between the lies,
Why do they lie to everybody all the damn time?
They pushed the middle ground to voting no,
By spinning constant stories to win the vote,
And by telling us what would go wrong if we broke the chains of the British curse.
The sickness that they give us is manipulation on purpose.
This project that the lead with is futile; it's pointless.
They're just telling you how you're supposed to think.
So pull your head out of the toxic air and dispel project fear.
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Crushed
02:42
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On dark days and cold nights
The conscience of society crumbles
They left you alone
With the tales on which you were fed
Hopes and dreams collapse into screams
Like carbon crushed into diamond
They left you alone
With the tales on which you were fed
And now you feel the weight of the earth
On your shoulders breaking your bones
And now they can
Measure your worth
Crush you to diamonds
Cold and collapsing
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Shambles
03:13
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Equality does not exist, they're lying to the populace,
and that's what they keep telling you.
I've seen the lines deep on your face, I wondered how they got that way,
You don't need to tell me twice.
Say what you need, say it to me and I won't hold on to what you become.
Remember they lie, remember why, and I won't hold on to what you become.
Equality does not exist, the lie's the opiate of the populace,
That's the way they hold you down.
It's a climate built on fear, a hegemony that's existed for many years,
I don't need to tell you twice.
Say what you need, say it to me and I won't hold on to what you become.
Remember they lie, remember why, and I won't hold on to what you become.
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False Hopes Glasgow, UK
False Hopes are four guys from Glasgow who play some kind of punky hardcore, or hardcorey punk. Depending on who you
ask.
In 2016 we released a song a month. In 2017 we released em all on limited edition cassette and titled it 'Death By Inches', because that's what it's like when you release a song a month for a year.
Also purveyors of shite chat.
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False Hopes recommends:
Kereru - Benefit Compilation
by Struggletown Records
Steven from Struggletown released this compilation to raise money for his step-mum. Please download it and give generously. Features our song "Sloganeering" and a bunch of other great bands.
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Struck Dum Records Vol.1: Punks vs Depression
by Struck Dum Records
Punks vs Depression Vol. 1 is a compilation where all the profits go to SAMH. It contains tracks by a bunch of great bands, and features our track "Red Cola".
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