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God Made You Dirty
03:33
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We followed your tracks
From Olduvai Gorge
Running north
At Lake Victoria we lost the trail
We couldn’t believe it, just dust in the shale
And we read the books and the collected works
And truth be told
We don’t know what you looked like
But you must have been something to behold
And God made you dirty
God made you small
And God made you easy to please
If he made you at all
God made you small
And God made you better than me
Better than me
By this time
You’re walking on two legs and
Using your brilliant head
To destroy the place you live
Refusing to give - not an inch or a mile
You’re so full of denial
Looking for your very own place in history
Looking for your causa sui
And God made you dirty
God made you small
And God made you easy to please
If he made you at all
God made you small
And God made you better than me
God made you dirty
God made you small
And God made you down on your knees
If he made you at all
God made you small
And God made you better than me
Better than me
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2. |
The Answer
04:18
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We met in New York
The autumn coming on fast
So certain i didn’t like you
I think you just got the past and future confused
You told me everyone believes me that’s the consequence of lying
And everyone will leave me that’s the consequence of trying
And you get a kick out of fucking around
Well honey I hate to tell you
But this is the sound of you meeting your match
I am not the answer that you’re looking for
I am not the saviour that you think you’ve scored
You’re no narcissist
Do everything on a whim
Played out so self-obsessed
So lucky you’ve got him to be obsessed with too
And to the deceiver you are living with the consequence of lying
There’s safety in my misdirection in the pretences of trying
I am not the answer that you’re looking for
I burn up in the golden light of your dawn
They told me everyone believes me that’s the consequence of lying
And everyone will grieve me that’s the consequence of dying
So now we drive to the west
Nothing to say to each other
You found me pre-possessed
I found you bound to another and another and another
I am not the answer the mask has fallen
I’m not even the question you asked
I am a failure of your imagination
To picture yourself
Deserving of a higher station
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3. |
Salvador
04:44
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Sing me to sleep
I won’t need to count sheep
No the fields will be quiet tonight
Gates and fences unjumped tonight
When the wind blows in the treetops
You’ll see this cradle rock
Hear this baby call, see this baby fall
’Cause I’ve seen it, I’ve touched it, I’ve held it, I’ve heard it all before
When these kids come to me with their hopes and their dreams wanting me to open doors
And I’ll tell them
Salvador told me, Salvador told me
To tell you the song was a hit but the band was a miss
Salvador he told me, Salvador told me
Nobody on fantasy island is going to buy this
I’m the gatekeeper›s son
Proud of what I’ve become
Hold the keys to so many lives
Won’t someone please unlock mine?
’Cause I’ve seen it, I’ve touched it, I’ve held it, I’ve heard it all before
When these kids come to me with their hopes and their dreams
And I dash them to the floor
And I’ll tell them
Salvador told me, Salvador told me
To tell you the song was a hit but the band was a miss
Salvador he told me, Salvador told me
Nobody in their right minds will listen to this
’Cause I’ve seen it, I’ve touched it, I’ve held it, I’ve heard it all before
When these kids come to me, confessionally
I say - what are you here for?
And I’ll tell them
Salvador told me, Salvador told me
To tell you the song was a hit but the band was a miss
And Salvador told me, Salvador told me
Nobody on fantasy island is going to buy this
So sing me to sleep
I won’t need to count sheep
No the fields will be quiet tonight
Gates and fences unjumped tonight
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4. |
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It’s about time I went home
Where I left all those years ago
About time for apologies
Hope I’m still waiting there for me
Some distant corner of my mind
That I would reoccupy
As I go I’ll burn my bridges at both ends
And I know more now, than I ever did before
In this land of the blind i›ve discovered I have so many eyes
And I stayed out tonight too long
Yeah but I know more now
And I still know I was wrong
Made up made out, in the half-light
Memories of the infinite night
The surreal becomes real
And takes the host
I couldn’t leave this festival of hungry ghosts
It’s about time I went home
Where I left all those years ago
The anxious alchemy of hey let’s have one more and one more and more and more and more and more and one more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and one more and more and more
And you’ll find me
Made up made out
In the half-light
Who I’ve been wasn’t quite right
The surreal becomes real
And takes the host
I couldn’t leave these hungry ghosts
Yeah but I know more now
Than I ever did before
And it feels more now
When it’s lonely
When it’s empty
When it’s sore
Am I trapped where I left myself to explore?
I couldn’t leave these hungry ghosts
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5. |
Technically Dead
04:57
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When will you learn to speak from your heart not your head?
When will you see that some things are better unsaid?
Why should it be that our lives are cracked and they splinter?
Have a care you don’t slip
Its a cold, loving grip, in your winter
And the flowers that I bought you
They were technically dead
Sundried and broken like the thoughts that roll around inside your head
And I don’t think that I can take another day of you bitching about what you’ve lost
When you don’t know no you don’t know what you’ve got
When will I learn
That what you don’t know can’t hurt anyone
When will I see
That some songs are better unsung
Like your machine
I’ve been soldered, and programmed
and run
Turn me off, turn me on
Does it look like I’m having fun?
And the flowers that I bought you
They were technically dead
Sundried and broken like the thoughts that roll around inside your head
And I don’t think that I can take another day of you bitching about what you’ve lost
When you don’t know no you don’t know what you’ve got
You look the same to me as you always did
You look the same to me
You look the same to me as you always did
You look the same to me
You look the same to me as you always did
You look the same to me
And I could have been someone
Should have been someone brilliant
And I want a second opinion
For I should not feel this dumb
And the flowers that I bought you
They were technically dead
Sundried and broken like the thoughts that roll around inside your head
And I don’t think that I can take another day of you bitching about what you’ve got
When you don’t know no you don’t know what you’ve lost
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King Panic play the music we write: rock, alt-folk, sometimes a bit jazz swampy, sometimes a bit arthouse mauve - left-field maybe, iconoclastic in our dreams. Sometimes we also play the songs of other people that we really like.
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