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Mashup
05:50
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We'll drink and we'll dance to another last night
The star's burning fast, the star's burning bright
We'll drink and we'll dance to another last night
The star's burning fast, the star's burning bright
Cariad, cariad gen I
Paid ac aros canu
Cariad, cariad gen I
Dw i ddim yn poeni
Get them bottles and find some shade
Fill up your beaks reverberate
Let this pleasure tie us together
Mash up the pressure, Mash up
Now we must stay merry
Stop your feeling voluntary
Mash up your voice now raise a cup
Mash up no problem take us up
Cariad, cariad gen I
Paid ac aros canu
Cariad, cariad gen I
Dw i ddim yn poeni
When the war is over, can we go home?
Some people are stuck in the war
They did well in the fighting and the looting
Now they run, they running up the town
You've got to, you've got to bow down
Nobody, nobody hears the story
Nobody, nobody feels the pain
But we stand, we're standing on the tables
And we sing, we sing it just the same
Get them bottler and find some shade
Fill up your beaks reverberate
Let this pleasure tie us together
Mash up the pressure
Mash up come with a nice company
Mash up for you to me
Mash up come let's be free
Mash up with that energy
Cariad, cariad gen I
Paid ac aros canu
Cariad, cariad gen I
Dw i ddim yn poeni
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2. |
Guns
05:21
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I set my watch the trumpet sounded
Through the fence I saw the planes grounded
Sirens eddied like children's cries
The news decided how many died
The shoes and clothes were burnt and torn
Thousands watched, new enemies sworn
The C.I.A had a new face of evil
More labels for more people
New enemies for old, new enemies for old
We must keep the fight for the Rothschild gold
We must bear arms for fear of death
We must fight and work 'til our dying breath
Got to keep the guns smoking
Make peace with the daggers cloaking
Let the drones do the talking
So you and me we can be free
Don't think this war isn't on our shore
They're trying to make us hate eachother more
Stuck in a Punch and Judy show
But he's behind you don't you know
I am the state I opiate
I infiltrate and I foster hate
I am your friend I steal your gold
I opiate so you do as you're told
New enemies for old, new enemies for old
We must keep the fight for the Rothschild gold
We must bear arms for fear of death
We must fight and work 'til our dying breath
Got to keep the guns smoking
Make peace with the daggers cloaking
Let the drones do the talking
So you and me we can be free
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3. |
Pushing Up The Daisies
07:17
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Watch your back Billy no mates is coming home
Walking from France with a pocket full of Gauloises and a slug of wine
He stole some jade in a raid on the Sultan's throne
Dancing for shots in a seedy hoochie bar out in the danger zone
Just tell me Ma I'm coming home
I've had me fill of the skull and bones
Dust off a seat in me favourite bar
I'm just glad I'm not pushing up the daisies
He taught the moves to a kid with the Xbox drone
Just chillax with a box full of cubans and a fine shiraz
Baal was his pal as he kicked in the homestead door
Highest bid for the kid with the booty ripped from Babylon
Just tell me Ma I'm coming home
I've had me fill of the skull and bones
Dust off a seat in me favourite bar
I'm just glad I'm not pushing up the daisies
Rat a tat tat
Guns will make your banks fat
Rose coloured glasses for your presidential bat lashes
Green dollar lemonade settling up in more crusades
Sending out your foreign aid
Buying up your own grenades
Flexing abs in the labs DNA soul suckers
Running up the tabs for your point the finger blame duckers
Braying down the doors with your souped up army Hummers
Sugaring up the brains of your child soldier zombie mummers
Sick of hearing about the money that you're making
Ripping up the floor with the souls that you're taking
Make me wish for invisible dreams
No honey in the world for the deadpan orphan gees
Shooting off ya rockets
With ya beans in ya pockets
While you're gorging on ya pearl mix
Changing your regime fix
Braying down the doors with your souped up army Hummers
Sugaring up the brains of your child soldier zombie mummers
Shiva Shiva Shiva yanaradha worii
Bava bayaba dala nanachooco rada
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4. |
Surfbalk
05:52
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Never watch what you're doing
Never watch what you say
Never kill off your jester
Never kill off your way
Don't curse the darkness
Looking for fault
Embrace the madness
Don't be a victim revolt
Don't look for false oppressors
And let them get in your way
No one's out to get ya
Unless you've got money to pay
Love and dancing
With your hands in the air
If you're feeling something
You don't have to care
All your scars are in the stars
All your power in all your hours
Hitting atmospheres yeah into the holoscenre
It is sunshine when you are what you seem
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5. |
WorKids Orchids
04:20
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6. |
Os Mae
05:10
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The wheel of steel is faltering
The revellers blink the stare
The music it has come and gone
The shadows is everywhere
She moves her feet like we're all in concrete
She's a lady of the air
She got a secret beat
She don't wanna be sweet
It's gonna get the better of her
She dances well and she doesn't pause
The song has stopped so to applause
She dances well in any time
She hides herself in dancing halls
She sings like trolleyed china
Operatic like a ghost
Circling hands and trailing tones
And notes like scraping toast
She isn't scared of anything
She isn't scared of pleasure
She has a tiny smile that will spark forever
She dances out her worries, sipping at the stories
She got her eyes on former glories
She dances well and she doesn't pause
The song has stopped so to applause
She dances well in any time
She hides herself in dancing halls
Mae ti wedi drwyfor fy nghalon
O ben I ben pa mor uchel y son
Mae ti wedi drwyfor fy nghalon
O ben I ben pa mor uchel y son
Canwyll y llygad canwyll y llygad
O ben I ben pa mor uchel y son
O ben I ben pa mor uchel y son
Canwyll y llygad canwyll y llygad
O ben I ben pa mor uchel y son
O ben I ben pa mor uchel y son
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7. |
Om Bhoor
06:10
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Lies, strong and stable burning skies
Dark smoke clinging to our eyes
The smothered scream
Who prays for rain to quench the fire
Conscious mind
Is trapped within the shell
You're not the body, break the spell
We will re-live the lives
Until the lesson's learned
Past and present, future, all is here
Time's illusion bonded by the fear
Omnipresent is the spark inside
I love you now and always 'til the end of time
You, I know that you see me
I know you hear the voice inside
We are all blinded by distraction in our eyes
Sail with me
On green and purple seas
You know you got me on my knees
I love you now and always 'til the end of time
Flying high above the clouds one day
Inner child rejoice, come out to play
Wondrous chance I saw you standing there
I love you now and always 'til the end of time
[Gayatri Mantra]
Om bhur bhuvah suvaha
Tat savitur varenyam
Bhargo devasya dhimahi
Dhiyo yo na prachaudayat
[Translation:
Let us meditate
On that excellent glory
Of the vivifying sun
May it enlighten our understanding]
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8. |
Care For Your People
06:31
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There you are lying on the floor
Another kid trying to make his name
A normal day in Peckham
Up 'til then it's all been a game
But you won't get up, you won't laugh or run
Who would have thought your time has come like this
So many lives gone
We've got to love our people so they love themselves
So they love other people
Let the fear flow over not put you on a corner
So they don't spill blood like treacle
Love sweet love
Maybe you were always running
People say you had it coming
Now you're the lesson through which your brothers make something
You talked your dreams by the church wall
Some them charge some them fall
And all the video games and shoot 'em ups
And all the scared crews all tooled up
And the zombie highs in the high rise
Politicians [full of lies]
The newspaper of the profiteer
Distracting with hate and fear
And a media that needs no proof
In a country that rejects its youth
You have to care for your people or they'll get back at ya
You have to care for your people or they'll get back at ya
You have to care for your people or they'll get back at ya
But this boy's another body to step over
So many lives gone
We've got to love our people so they love themselves
So they love other people
Let the fear flow over not put you on a corner
So they don't spill blood like treacle
Love sweet love
But you were loved
In the tent with the forensics
You were loved
Stopped short suspended
You were loved
From a baby to your exit
You are loved
Like a life that never ended
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This handsome bloke called Dave
He knew just how to misbehave
Days go by reeling the next rave
Through a heave of gluttony
And Vaudeville society
Brothel creepers kept him going
So he won't be home for tea
On her knees by the trapeze
With her leg of mutton sleeves
he found a kindred spirit space cadet
And she rode upon his shoulders
In her golden spotted bloomers
And held on to his lamb chops in the night
Please don't ask us why
A magic world unfolds before our eyes
Magic monster creepers
Dance around the monster keepers
Who vanishes right before our eyes
Ask us how we do
This mystery it stays with me and you
Soon came in the dark
Drinking ciders in the park
A tincture of Beelzebub for you
When their house became a prison
And their minds were in a schism
a poster took their sould to the sublime
If you're feeling kind of chronic
Dr Kilmore's got the tonic
Take your swamp root down to Kilmore's
For the greatest show in town
You can see the dreaded crooners
In their golden spotted bloomers
Juggle swords and chainsaws for a price
And the saucy, sultry siren
With a chainsaw set on fire
Just take a seat and cut yourself a slice
Please don't ask us why
A magic world unfolds before our eyes
Magic monster creepers
Dance around the monster keepers
Who vanishes right before our eyes
Ask us how we do
This mystery it stays with me and you
Kilmore knows you're on it
Drink some swamp root liver tonic
A tincture of Beelzebub for you...
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The Baghdaddies Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
The Baghdaddies’ exuberant and rampant brand of world music is an exhilarating cocktail of Balkan melodies, ska and latin grooves and sizzling brass played with furious energy and theatrical humour, making them as unforgettable on stage as they are when performing as wandering brass troubadours. They take themselves incredibly seriously so you don’t have to… ... more
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