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Fire In The Street

Sacrificed for Mammon

LYRICS:

Secretly awake
i don't really see anyone
Just words like sweat beads
and that is 
getting to 
be enough

so i'll shrink my hands 
my penguin feet 
you grow your nose
your biting teeth
i'll pick your brains
and i'll pick your brains

discount my settings
i have been in it
for too long
just grown like a city
warts and all
so you know where i'm drilling
and how this throws you out to the bots.

so you shrink your hand
your penguin feet
and i'll grow my nose
my biting teeth
you pick my brain
you pick my brains
lets lose our last
shot at this skit
you pick my brains
and i'll pick your brains

lets lose our last
shot at this skit
you pick my brain
and i'll pick your brains
you pick my brain
and i'll pick your brains
lets lose our last
shot at this skit
you pick my brain
and i'll pick your brains

Skit

Broken Compass is Amartya Ghosh's Debut EP. The EP comprises six tracks and was recorded and produced at Ghar Ka Studios . 

06. Lone Dancer

Do you even remember
The time when we first met?
And we were getting along,
We had a friendship so strong
Like nothing could end it.
You told me you were a loner
I told you I’ve been alone a hundred times
When I needed someone
And life wasn’t fun
And I thought I couldn’t take it

And I can’t take these
Changed situations
Can’t take these awkward moments
And strained relations
We were so happy
But something happened
You never told me what’s wrong
And then we played along until we lost our patience

So now things are different
I put on a smiling face to hide
The things that can’t be explained
The words that got so ingrained
In something deep inside
We made no effort
We couldn’t even look eye-to-eye at all
But time killed the rest,
Put our friendship to test
And I don’t even recall, don’t wanna even recall
These crazy changed situations
Can’t take these awkward moments
And strained relations
We were so happy
But something happened
You never told me what’s wrong
And then we played along until we lost our patience
And I won’t regret it all
Go on and forget it all
And I won’t regret it all
Go on and forget it all

We were so happy
But something happened
You never told me what’s wrong and I just played along until we lost our patience
And I can’t take these
Changed situations
Can’t take these awkward moments
And strained relations

It’s not the same
It’s not the same
It’s not the same
It’s not the same
It’s not the same
It’s not the same

Changed Situations

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Artwork | Shivangi Gupta

Recording & Mixing | @mrkeenan
Mastering | Thomas Juth

Drums: Ishan Jadwani
Bass: Keenan Thomas
Flute: Sidharth Bharadwaj

'I'm a new artist; I don't know the rules. Nobody told me it wouldn't happen'
-Erykah Badu

Lyrics:

I'm a small fish
in a big pond
Swimming against the current of life
and it isn't always very nice

In my old stream
I used to dream
of swimming away

But this water seems too cold
Maybe I'm just getting old
Let's call it a day

I'm a small fish
in a big pond
Swimming against the current of life
and it isn't always very nice

In my old stream
I used to dream
of swimming away

But this water seems too cold
I mustn't buckle
Must be bold
Keep swimming my way

Aditi Ramesh - Small Fish in a Big Pond (ft. Sidharth Bharadwaj)

We got no time
We got no money
We got no batteries that work

We got no time 
We got no jobs 
We got no money that works

I got the time
I got the money 
I got the batteries my love 
I got the time 
I got the honey 
I got the batteries that work.

And I, I can see through your theatre,
You buy, you buy and sell legislature.

Fascist in the Fashion age 
Aren't we beautiful?
Living on minimum wage 
In the time of Mein Fuhrer

And it’s a shot into the brain,
And it’s a shot into the brain.
It’s a shot into the brain , 
And it’s a shot into the brain...

We got no heart 
We are not funny 
We got no time for love 

We got no heart 
It's made of money 
Deep in the pocket of lust 

We've got no chance,
We got to dance,
We're in the business of war
And in this time, 
this precious time, 
We've got to build us a bomb

You're lies, wrapped up in gift paper,
As time, it goes up in vapour... 

Fascist in the fashion age, 
It's so beautiful.
Living on minimum wage,
in the time of Mein Fuhrer 

And it’s a shot into the brain,
And it’s a shot into the brain.
It’s a shot into the brain , 
And it’s a shot into the brain...

Minimum

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