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TNC intro
00:48
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Instrumental
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Angels and Thorns
03:45
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Staring out at the new estate, close friend stood with me.
Never to old for adventure, but none that the eye can see.
Too old to feel so cold, too young to feel so numb,
And if I live my life for one more day, I'll know my time is done.
Never will abide, I will not confide in the angel or the thorn in my side
Broken down, I roam around these same old terraced streets
Accents may have changed, but it's still the same to me
Driving out under big wide skies, loved one next to me,
Doesn't have to be that complicated, no Ulysses's.
In the face of violence, I will not be silenced, people stand up, stand up in defiance.
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NOMADS
01:38
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NOMADS
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I beg your pardon officer?
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What you fear doesn't run in the blood, she said.
We are outsiders and we weren't born beautiful, she said.
We were the last to know, we were not wanted at the show.
We were the castaways, idling our time away.
They say that love is blind, for the ones it left behind,
The lipstick sticks to filter tips, all that's left to find.
A background of violence no one bothered to silence,
A willful disposition, a mind full of suspicion, she said,
That's what she said.
We were the last to know, we were not wanted at the show.
We were the castaways, idling our time away.
A caravan of long lost souls, she said.
A creature of the carnival of shadows, she said.
We were the last to know, we were not wanted at the show.
We were the castaways, idling our time away.
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Spring opened its eyes, blinked three times and softly woke, in the warmth of the sun, you raised a smile and softly spoke. These words I still remember, though the meanings I forget, These words I still remember from the flat that you sublet.
We'd slink and slide, with drinks inside, cheap whiskey and coke. Crazy nights, the glass, the slice, until we woke.These words I still remember, though the meanings I forget, These words I still remember from the flat that you sublet.
In winter time, in truth I lied, I offered you false hope, packed my bags so quickly, the only way to cope. And no regrets or I forgets, no blame to blame on dope, wracked up high with guilt inside, but shorter than a rope..
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Free Power to the People
04:03
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Wires exposed, breaking the code, heavy to overload...
free power to the people.
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A Tooth In Decay
03:31
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Politician, some submission on position no suspicion or collision of our force, an inevitable course. Man, Woman, Child are defiled, they're reviled, but the source of the power is the dominant curse.
I read lines of bull shit, I submit to commit cos its treason to an art form to perform, make our lives the norm, a privet hedge storm.
I won't sign your fucking form.
THEY TELL ME WANT IT SO MY DAY WILL SEEM OK,
TELL ME I WANT IT BUT ITS LIES THAT THEY SAY.
TELL ME I WANT IT WHEN THE BOMBS HAVE GONE ASTRAY,
ITS NAGGING IN MY BRAIN LIKE A TOOTH IN DECAY.
I CANT SEE NO WAY OUT OF HERE.
It's a black out a black out, get the anti flack out, read it independent, if the truth's still about. Terrorists rise, it ain't no surprise, it's the one who bombed your house is the one id despise. Children fall to policy, service falls to waste, reported as the blame of the ones we should save.
Not dig the grave or deny a living wage.
Don't listen to the lies of the daily fucking mail.
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various
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Defined by consumption, identity presumption.
Advertising Billboards, scorched on my mind.
We see, see, see but it just leaves us blind.
Refined by design, its pleased to fill your time.
I drink whiskey in the morning, just to feel whole.
Smoke another cigarette, dig another hole.
To fill an emptiness, a dark recess,
The vices of our fathers and the words of our mothers,
The vices of our fathers and the words of our mothers,
Bridges built on the bones of our brothers,
Pollution in the rivers and poison in my liver,
Until I just can't dance those blues away.
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Analogue Nicotine
05:50
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Lots
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TNC Outro
00:43
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Instrumental
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[east coast organics] UK
East Coast Organics is a creative collective, a record label and the home of our musings.
Artists
include:
Tuesday Night Club, Misspent Truths and TSEATR.
All West Norfolk based, the collective defies genre, taking inspiration from all we've listened to across the years. We smile at the darker side of life.
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