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2021: Oh! These are Your Days

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Cigarettes And Alcohol [2021]

Näsijärven aallot - Waves of the lake Näsijärvi (instrumental with flute)

Näsijärven aallot (The Waves of the Lake Näsijärvi) – Instrumental

You can change your mind
over and over
but you will estrange your mind
if you give it all to your lover.

No-one’s ever strayed
from who they are
not by more than an inch.

We’re stuck with who we are—
and when it feels like a swing
we’re the hinge.

How can I be better?
How can you believe I can be
or can be made
to be better?

And if you care to wait patiently,
might as well 
drink straight from the sea...

Yeah, you might as well
sip on the ocean
while you wait for me to change.

You might as well
slip me a potion
to try to keep me engaged.

Sip on the ocean
while you wait for me to change

and erase all laws of motion
like pencil from a page.

(Raise it up
yeah, drink it down)

We all play the part
and all of us badly (madly)
but when all is said and done
we devour the play gladly.

No-one’s ever been 
close to who they are
not by less than a mile.

We tell the tale of who we are
just to get to be
the I for a little while...

How can you be better?
Just what part of you can be 
unmade to be made better?

If you care to wait patiently
might as well 
sip on the ocean
while we wait for us to change.

Might as well
sing our devotion
in the same breath as our rage.

Soak up the ocean
while we wait for a change.

Might as well mix our poisons,
get cozy in our cage.

Go sip on the ocean
while you wait to be changed.
No contortion
can turn back the page.

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Sip on the Ocean

Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

Get Used To Us

Yesterday

Xena

SAME OL SHIT by GETAGRIPP  FREQUENCY LAB CT.

It's a really long song. 10p mix bag and a panda pop for anyone who makes it through.

Torschlusspanik

Another long one. Trying to be cinematic. Innit.

L'america

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

Oh, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Cigarettes and Alcohol [2023]

Wait

Single éponyme du nouvel album : "FEAR"
Disponible le 24 mai 2018 / Distribution Believe
Enregistré au Studio Jazzophone (Kehl DE) par Baptiste Bruzi.
Mixé avec Philippe André (Nancy)
Masterisé au studio Climax par Rémi Salvador (Paris)
Composé, écrit par Manuel Etienne
Arrangé par Toxic Kiss

Contact : contactoxickiss[at]gmail.com

FEAR 

Fear mustn’t stop our rights
Even when they arrive in uniform in the streets
We are told: « In other countries it’s much worse. »
Since when do we have to refer to what’s wrong in the world?

Inside your factory
I sweep all the floors
I ask for real changes but
You just show me the door
Outside your business sphere
You don’t care and much more
I beg you for real changes
Cause’ I can’t take anymore

Never forget…
Fear doesn’t fall from heaven.
It has been injected since youth into our blood. 
Speeches lie to us, they float in the air
Love’s the only thing we ever meet without cares
…
Cause’ I still have the right to enjoy the sun

What I want is to go away
To change life, get rid of the grey
With you at my side
Against the tide
What I want is to stop your tears
Cause’ we’re living in the age of fear
I wanted to spend the time with mine
Instead I committed a crime
A terrifying crime

I had enough
In the woods was too much
You had to pay for your disregard
I chose the right day
The firework display drowned out your life when you screamed in the dark 

You thought I was a loser 
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
You thought I was a loser 
Now you caress the floor too
You classed me as a low life
But I had the same rights as you

Babe, I’m going home
But I have to tell you
I’m on fire

Fear

Written, performed, and produced by Clayton Waller.
Engineered and mixed by Dylan Alldredge.
Mastered by John Baldwin.
Artwork design by Mark Slawson.

People In My Head

The Ride

With clattering piano, Nile Rodgers-esque guitar chunks and a stomping horn section, the new Fort Frances single is a wake-up call for the information age. Atwood Magazine describes the song as "a lyrical journey of endless news cycles and social media feeds; of theoretically 'massive' stories that surrender to the next day’s trend overnight; of a deluge of push notifications, emails and texts."

For more information on the band's touring plans and a new full-length record, visit www.fortfrancesmusic.com.

Double Take

DOUBLE TAKE

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