In The Future, We Will Spinn

by therunningchelsea

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Please note ALL 12 tracks will be downloaded, not just The Levels.

Any money given will be donated to the charity PAPYRUS. (www.papyrus-uk.org)

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released 17 January 2013
All songs written by Tom Hollingworth.
Ground Zero melody composed after the beat 'Equinox,' by Simon Green.
All sounds by Tom Hollingworth except
Luke Waterfield, violins and violas.
Arietti D'Orazio Bramley, speaking.
Bramble, barking.
Mixed and mastered by Bob Turley - www.cosystudios.co.uk
Painting by Mick Hollingworth - www.facebook.com/mickhollingworthart
Poem by Andrew Brown.

www.facebook.com/therunningchelsea
www.butterbridgerecords.com

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Track Name: The Levels
Got the wrong clothes, got the wrong hair, you can't go in there!
Watch friends pay, their pennies disappear, caveat emptor
Fashion fucks surround, posing indie tricks, so alternative!
Rejected by the birds, with the noses turned,
no need to watch you fool, you're not noticeable,
Like the Pied piper DJ paid to play what's cool

Brain on a spit, now eat it!
Drink your equity, swallow pleasantries, 'til you're brimming and
Spewing rhetoric, a false history, Do it for your country!
With a blowtorch, and Fe2o3, magnesium and aluminium,

Um da da da dum da da da...

Dead fish in debt, no possibilities swimming up-stream
With all that anger, stealing your energy, you watch your dreams
Perspire, in the fire, coal to the cold
Machine, Frankenstein, you are his very best fiend..

My liege, my liege, my liege...

Row, row on, row on faster
Row, row on, row on faster

Maybe a black sheep, or an ugly duck, left behind to suck
On dirty underwear of the incontinent, you've lost countenance
And after all this time, you still praise the shrine that keeps you in this trench.

Row on, row hard, faster for your master
Row on, row hard, faster for your master