I need a new addiction 
One that cures the one before 
And all those fatalistic flaws 

I need a new obsession 
Something real, to pacify the failings 
And all that they’ve tried to steal 

With every passing year, passing year 
Making a soul austere, soul austere 
With every passing year, passing year 
Making a soul austere, soul austere 

I need a new addiction 
One that cures the one before and the one before 
And all those poisoned thoughts 

I need a new diction, a new alphabet 
To find some words to describe all this holy fucking mess 

There’s no pride before the fall 
An end stuck on repeat 
A new collapse of progress 
Where no more ends can meet 

With every passing year, passing year 
Making a soul austere, soul austere 
With every passing year, passing year 
Making a soul austere, soul austere 

These walls heighten 
But you never really tried to climb them 
These walls heighten 
But you never really tried to climb them 

With every passing year, passing year 
With every passing year, passing year

Written by Daniel/Robertson/Willox. 
Recorded by Les Willox

Forward To Square One

We shall guard the guards 
And not swallow whole what’s forced on us 
Being principled, sceptical, thoughtful 
Will not make us all ‘miserable cunts’ 

Sceptical reflex! 
Sceptical reflex! 

I’ve come here for forgiveness 
But will I give it, or receive? 
Pain inspires something beautiful 
Pain inspires 
(But you lost control) 

Sceptical reflex! 
Sceptical reflex! 

Now WE are the model alternative 
A sceptical reflex! 
A new self-healing 

Don’t say this never happens 
Because it always happens! 
It always happens 
It always happens 

Where there’s a will 
There’s a war, it seems 
Where there’s a will 
There’s a wall, it seems 

Written by Daniel/Robertson/Willox
Recorded by Les Willox.

Sceptical Reflex

Your high heels are so stylish 
But you cannot walk in them 
You only put them on just to attract all of the pretty men 

You can only thrive on the jealous glint in my eyes 
Now we have to buy the air we breathe and sell ourselves just to survive 

Getting slightly nervous 
So just sneer at the passers by 
But don’t ridicule the ‘schizos’ 
‘Cos they’ve closer friends than you or I could ever have 
Drive to Clapham Common where the MPs will be running wild 
And maybe find a stranger who will run away with you tonight 

You can only thrive on the jealous glint in my eyes 
Now we have to buy the air we breathe and sell ourselves just to survive 
You can only thrive on the jealous glint in my eyes 
Find me under moonlight 
Or on Tog Hill where the badgers hide 

Oh, my friend 
What happened to you? 
Oh, my friend 
What happened to you? 

Every Sunday evening you would get down on your knees for him 
But then you found the stranger who just left you dying on the ground

You can only thrive on the jealous glint in my eyes 
Now we have to buy the air we breathe and sell ourselves just to survive 
You can only thrive on the jealous glint in my eyes 
Find me under moonlight 
Or on Tog Hill where the badgers hide

Daniel/Robertson/Willox 
Recorded by Les Willox.


Maybe Find A Stranger

A wasted day and a wasted night 
Everything changed by the time you'd arrived 
The empty words, the hyperbole 
The blatant lie of democracy 

The constant fear and the moral disguise 
Or the chance to build better lives? 
Maybe we all want the same things 
Do you count your money or your blessings? 
Maybe one day we'll all realise 
It was already broken 
It is already broken 

They will crush you in the comfort of your own home 
Then we'll pay a fortune to repeat it all 
The heart string/purse string choreography 
Is the germ warfare of our 'democracy' 

You are on your knees in austerity 
And 'The 'Vow' of change is a mere fallacy 
I know we all want the same things 
But some of us hide and some of us scream 
The 'Beat(en) Generation' have realised 
It was already broken 
It is already broken 

It is already broken 
It is already broken 

If you're not angry, you're not paying attention! 
If you're not angry, you're not paying attention! 

It is already broken 
It is already broken 

You've only got yourself to blame! 
You've only got yourself to blame! 

It is already broken 
It is already broken

Written by: Daniel/Robertson/Willox. 
Recorded by Les Willox.

Majestic Masses

A familiar face 
That you don’t recognise 
I knew the real St. Andrew 
A Parliament can’t change my mind 
Like the Cromarty Firth 
He’s always by your side 
So cut us free into the North Sea 
And leave the despots behind 

I have got to let you know 
I have got to let you know 
I will always be on your side 
As the Saltire flies 

A Hebridean Isle 
A Clynelish bottle 
Or as far as I can be 
From the House of the Lords 
No modern Highland clearance 
In a subtle new fashion 
I will meet you in George Square 
Armed with love and passion 

I have got to let you know 
I have got to let you know 
I will always be on your side 
As the Saltire flies 

So, take a stroll though Weir’s Way 
There’s still so much to see 
We’ll protect our future 
By teaching ‘Chomsky’ in our schools 

Teach ‘Chomsky’ in our schools 
Teach 'Chomsky' in our schools

The Saltire

How you spend your life, in percentages:
10 for sleeping and then 90 for the markets
0.1 percent built on greed and waste
So, if we ever have to kill someone, let’s have some taste
I have aged so much just in these few years
But your predatory instinct will adapt to this
You have equity and I have only words
But, I will live and I will die on my own Terms

How you spend your day, in percentages:
100 as an emotional rapist
There is poison in The City
What did it cost for you to buy your personality?
How you spend your night, in percentages:
100 sleeping like a fucking baby
Morning poison seeps from the FT
Into your mind, into your cocaine and to your coffee
Throw a hand grenade into our conversation
Add -5 percent for time spent on introspection
What will manifest is paranoia
So hagel jeder für sich und Gott gegen alle!

Vacuous modern souls 
Markets crash and the Pound falls
Panic-buy all your morals
You can run, but from yourself you cannot be protected

Vacuous modern souls
Markets crash and the Pound falls
Panic-buy all your morals
You can run, but from yourself you cannot be protected


Written by Fotzepolitic
Recorded by Les Willox.

Fitz

Take me where ships go to die
And planes fall from the sky
A million pieces floating by
In a million pieces out of sight
 
We have wasted all our time
Sleeping, waiting, passive
Blind-searching for reasons why
Days, then decades, pass us by
 
If there is one way to die
What a glorious final sight!
From the greatest of heights
Free from fear and compromise
 
From the government lies
From the fumes burning our eyes
From the factories to the sky
Over mountains, out of sight
Out of sight
 
I am missing/out of sight
I am missing/out of sight
 
From the government lies
From the fumes burning our eyes
From the factories to the sky
Over mountains, out of sight
Out of sight


Written by Fotzepolitic
Recorded by Les Willox.

Air/Waves

All of these desperate words
That remain unheard
Make us run, and we will
Until we fall off the edge of the Earth
The skyline hides the lies
As we untangle the facts
And our free minds
Destroy your printed works
 
I abhor the thought of heaven
I search for a spark
While your assumptions
Are wide of the mark
 
But as clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
 
I stand before you
To retract all of my prayers
As we remind ourselves
That no one was ever really there
So, let’s cancel our plans
And just drink cheap white wine
Then we can walk by the cliffs
And set the sea on fire
 
I abhor the thought of heaven
I search for a spark
While your assumptions 
Are wide of the mark
 
But as clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
Clear as the sky tonight
 
Words are never what they seem
In this World far beyond all Orwellian dreams
And facts aren’t what they used to be
They only cloud your judgement and are filled with heresy
And when they loved you, they just bought you, but then sold you down the river
They used to print the legend, but to them you’re now a sinner
Because you found the truth and drew rebellious crowds
They smothered you with ridicule and claimed your head is in the clouds
In the clouds
In the clouds
In the clouds

Written by Fotzepolitic
Recorded by Les Willox

Omskriften

In ‘our’ dominion 
History must be re-written 
But what is history? 
Just an opinion someone expressed to me 
So dream of what might have been 
Now the one you love won’t be coming home tomorrow 

Because ‘our’ Britain’s racist legacy will never be shown on the BBC 
The global trail of destruction: 
Peer or Princess as evil as Hess 
In a fifteen thousand pound dress 
She looked down on you, you think she cared 
But really you were so meaningless 

‘Our’ ‘Greatest Briton’? 
Well, poison gas was so Churchillian 
So from the ‘New’ Americas 
The sins stretch far past India 
Lloyd George pulled strings 
But like the rest, never triggers 
Recoiled in safety he just insisted 
On reserving "the right to bomb niggers" 

Remove and destroy all documents 
Of how you slaughtered all recalcitrance 
Is this the place you’re really proud of? 
If it is, you’re a fucking Conservative 
Who iron-fist generations 
While sleeping with the corporations 
And turning what is ours into missiles
credits
from Omskriften EP, released December 9, 2016 
Written by Robertson/Willox/Daniel

Remains (Re-Written)

from Omskriften EP, released December 9, 2016 
Written by Robertson/Willox/Daniel

Oradour - Sur - Glane

Air/Waves Lufthanse Remix

released November 10, 2017 

Written by Robertson/Willox/Daniel 
Recorded and Mixed in Glasgow/Aberdeen by Les Willox 
Art: Duga 3 Radar, Ukraine by Richey Robertson 

Vocals/Words: Richey Robertson 
Synth, Drum Programming, Production: Les Willox 
Bass: Doug Daniel.

Blue Sky Tribe

Fotzepolitic are: 
Doug Daniel on Bass Guitar, Synth,
Richey J Robertson on Vocals, Synth,
Les Willox on Synth, Guitar, Computer.

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