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Letras: Repeater




1. Turnover
2. Repeater
3. Brendan #1
4. Merchandise
5. Blueprint
6. Sieve-Fisted Find
7. Greed
8. Two Beats Off
9. Styrofoam
10. Reprovisional
11. Shut The Door


TURNOVER

langour rises reaching, to turn off the alarm and there's never so much seething that it can't be disarmed you just stop it up, pass it on shove it to shelf it, to leave it off and turnover lounging against your weapons, until your muscles find lock in the ease of that position, a residue of tremor passes as some cherie amour suggests that maybe it was time to smash things up but just stop it up, pass it on shove it to shelf it, to lead it on and turnover i'm only sleeping


REPEATER

you say i need a job, i've got my own business you want to know what i do? none of your fucking business but now i'm lying here knowing that business had a name, but now i'm a number 1 2 3 repeater down by law, i've got this nasty habit when i need something i reach out and grab it once upon a time i had a name and a way but to you i'm nothing but a number 1 2 3 repeater did you hear something outside? it sounded like a gun stay away from that window it's not anyone we know only about ourselves and what we read in the paper don't you know ink washes out easier than blood but we don't have to try it and we don't have to buy it repeater


BRENDAN #1

(instrumental)


MERCHANDISE

when we have nothing left to give there will be no reason for us to live but when we have nothing left to lose you will have nothing left to use we owe you nothing you have no control merchandise keeps us in line common sense says it's by design what could a businessman ever want more than to have us sucking in his store we owe you nothing you have no control you are not what you own


BLUEPRINT

i'm not playing with you, i'm not playing with you, i'm not playing with you, i clean forgot how to play. but you can still come around, in fact i invite you down, maybe together we can wipe that smile off your face. cause what a difference, what a difference, what a difference a little difference would make. we'll draw a blueprint, it must be easy, it's just a matter of knowing when to say no or yes. frustrating, frustrating, always waiting for the bigger axe to fall. a patient game that i can't find my way to play. never mind what's been selling, it's what you'r buying and receiving undefiled


SIEVE-FISTED FIND

here comes another problem all wrapped up in solution it's ugly as it's strapped on and twice as hard to get behind another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again. please, please let me get my hands on it. here comes that self-same problem all stalled on same self again it's as ugly as the last one and twice as far from unwound by this charged head standing on this thin base of neck and now i'm pushing past the red i said i'm pushing past the red. another sieve-fisted find lost, lost again


GREED

you wanted everything you needed everything you wanted everything you needed everything everything is... everything is... greed


TWO BEATS OFF

i cut my nails to the quick but still i was caught with my hand in the till red-handed. give me something, give me anything the threat of everything is when it becomes nothing at all fingers reaching, trophy swelling that's when desire trips me up... got a new technique money let's the pieces fit where they fall. privilege - it sanctions everything. security - a net under it all. my fingers reaching, the trophy swelling that's when desire trips me up. i cut my nails to the quick but still i was caught with my hand in the till. red-handed


STYROFOAM

there are no more races to be run there are no numbers left to be won everybody's down we pulled each other down there never was a truth to be found we are all bigots so full of hatred we release our poisons there areno more cultures left to slide there are no more people to be tried we're in our minds five billion pieces so defined read it in a book, it was underlined we are all bigots so full of hatred we release our poisons like styrofoam


REPROVISIONAL

somewhere in these private minds, the last one comes out just in time to clear out the chambers and sew up the lips, 'cause that's the price to pay for hoping every slip's not a slide. in other words not to get it wrong, it's pointless to walk when it's past time to run. secured under the weight of watchful eyes, lulled to sleep under clear expansive skies. somewhere in these prying hearts conflicting histories tear us apart and we hope we don't get what we deserve, hide behind the targets in front of all the people we serve.


SHUT THE DOOR

i break the surface so i can breathe i close my eyes so i can see i tie my arms to be free have you ever been free? she's not breathing she's not moving she's not coming back i burn a fire to stay cool i burn myself, i am the fuel i never meant to be cruel have you ever been cruel? she's not breathing she's not moving she's not coming back shut the door so i can leave