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Different Again

by New Model Soldier

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1.
Slick 02:27
Slick Cigar turns to ashes Cries cannot be heard Noone's here No one sees Thirteen Where? Moon plays a candle Red light goes out Material submitted for the night Safe at light, dead of night Time No baby crying No dogs to bark Dawn ends hope The night recedes Again It begins
2.
Twist 04:33
Twist Dance the death of a thousand cuts Twist and scream, twist and scream Lose your breath to the turning wheel Twist, twist, twist and scream This stunning new night club entertainment Has recently opened in our town A disco of pain - a pay as you enter hell The disc jockey wears an executioner’s mask He doesn’t play records, but he knows how to make you dance The ceiling of spikes comes crashing down (x2) Chorus This amazing new form of entertainment Keeps the population explosion down Exposed Magazine said it was the next big thing So all the hipsters paid to kill themselves But after you die, you tend to forget how to dance... The ceiling of spikes comes crashing down (x2) Chorus A famous pop star opened the the place His manager thought the sales would rocket But they never thought that he’d be followed By thousands of adulating fans Chorus (x2) Twist, twist, twist and scream (x2) Twist (x6)
3.
Fly Paper 04:51
Fly Paper Just sticking it out there To see what lands They're just sticking it out there To see what they can attract It's flypaper Flypaper Believe what you like But believe what you're told Whatever the streets are paved with It's certainly not gold Real stories are trapped Behind an artificial pout Bad blood is such a difficult stain to get out Just sticking it out there To see what lands They're just letting it hang To see what they can attract It's flypaper Flypaper The ones who are dead Are the ones they expose Whatever the bodies are covered with It's certainly not clothes The real story's stuck In their fat piggy snouts Bad blood is such a difficult stain to get out The ones who can't fight back Are easier to blame The ones who don't know any better Well, they're easier to shame Don't let the truth get in the way Of a great fucking story, eh? Don't let the truth get in the way... Believe what you want But don't believe me I'm just messing with your head Trying to set you free The real story's here In my bad breath mouth Bad blood is such a difficult stain to get out Just sticking it out there To see what lands They're just letting it hang there To see what they can attract It's flypaper Flypaper Don't get stuck On the flypaper Don't get stuck On the flypaper Don't get stuck...
4.
The Tower 02:52
The Tower That morning We climbed up the tower The light was all wrong Our breath burned like acid Crying like angry seagulls Dragging ourselves up and up Tower got higher and higher Getting to the top Took hours Later on We got to the top of the tower The sun had gone down There was no one around Except us and the seagulls We lay at the top, the top The sky got lower and lower Looking over the edge Took guts That night We stayed in the tower Nowhere else to go The lights had gone out We dined on the seagulls Bolted the door, the door We're staying here forever Never go The tower
5.
Also-ran 03:35
Also-ran You wait hours for a fool Then three turn up at once The doctor says You have acute hypomania It's a running joke You say the nicest things You really say the nicest things You're looking at me An also-ran in the human race Can't help looking at me I can't help looking out of place Waiting months to be seen Let me down all at once The doctor says You're a complete failure It's a running joke At least I'm good at something At least there's something I'm good at You're looking at me An also-ran in the human race Can't help looking at me I can't help looking out of place Waiting years for a chance Nothing happens at all And no one said It's time to stop running now Its a running joke It's time to stop running now Its time for me to stop running now Please don't be nice to me I can't handle you being nice I'm opting out of the human race Out of the running in the human race
6.
Normal 02:01
Normal This lad's pretty normal to outside eyes But every night in bed he dies A mental suicide over the phone A broken line in a broken home He's not normal Not normal at all Disco dancer dancing, picks up a girl Spins her round town in a social whirl Love and hate her, physical wreck A broken heart an a broken neck He's not normal Not normal at all Made love to her as she died Took a look at her face, broke down and cried Then ran for miles with empty thoughts Of endless cages and endless courts In a last ditch attempt to end his life He slashed his wrists with a Stanley knife A hopeless madman sprawled on a bed A broken man with a broken head He's not normal Not normal at all He wasn't normal, nobody knew He wasn't normal and neither are you He wasn't normal He wasn't normal He wasn't normal He wasn't normal
7.
The Spirit of Scott + Jackie Wednesday. The Big Wheel turns, that stomach-washing machine feeling, your head is your feet. The smell of candy floss, diesel and vomit. Three friends forego a previous engagement in search of mechanical entertainment. Scott and Jackie are lovers. The rollercoaster smiles and beckons, a metal snake jointed in evil. The third friend, Jamie, lends Scott two pounds to oil the tracks. Screams of helpless laughter melt into burning cries for help. Poor Scott and Jackie. The Big Wheel turns, that stomach-washing machine feeling, your head is your feet. Come with me to a fairground Where a cold wind pulls flaps of grey canvas Yesterday’s newspapers spinning silently The sky is never blue The following year. The Big Wheel turns, that stomach-washing machine feeling, your head is your feet. Jamie is drawn here, pushed and pestered by persistent nightmares and visions. There is no rollercoaster now, but there is unfinished business. Scott’s friend pays his money and takes his seat on the Ferris. He is at the top when, with a rusty metallic scream, the wheel stops. All lights are extinguished, then, without the reassuring hum and click of old machinery, Jamie is lowered slowly to the ground. Scott + Jackie are standing there, arms outstretched, clothes and flesh hanging in blacked strips, their faces rippling and bubbling, charred skulls whispering: ‘Welcome back.’ The Big Wheel turns, that stomach-washing machine feeling, your head is your feet. Come with me to a fairground Where a cold wind pulls flaps of grey canvas Yesterday’s toffee papers scuttle wildly The sky is always grey The same night. The Big Wheel turns, that stomach-washing machine feeling, your head is your feet. Jamie’s hand sinks into something soft as, pushing past his friends, he runs through the crowded fairground. A foulness pervades the air, knots of rotted, burning people laughing hoarsely. ‘Ring a prize!’ Rifle range!’ ‘Win your girlfriend a teddy bear!’ ‘Candy floss!’ ‘Lucky numbers!’ are all patronised by smiling corpses. Jamie is breathless at the gates and with his own terrified eyes, he sees Scott + Jackie, waiting for him. The Big Wheel turns, that stomach-washing machine feeling, your head is your feet. Come with me to a fairground Where a cold wind pulls flaps of grey canvas Yesterday’s newspapers spinning silently The sky is never blue Always grey Never blue (As a matter of interest, Jamie was found the following day, by one of the fairground dogs. An unmarked corpse, apart from the burnt-in imprint of a two pound coin, in the palm of his left hand. Even the dead repay their debts.) Come with me to a fairground Where a cold wind pulls flaps of grey canvas Yesterday’s toffee papers scuttle wildly The sky is always grey Never blue Always grey
8.
Foster Kenzie I know someone called Foster Kenzie He says he knows everything about the world A little knowledge is a dangerous thing And Foster Kenzie is a dangerous man His time is ticking away His time is a precious thing Nobody else knows Foster Kenzie He lives where nobody else matters He follows important men in the shadows Cos Foster Kenzie likes to have his finger on the pulse His time is ticking away His time is a precious thing I know I can trust Foster Kenzie Because he doesn't really exist I need to keep feeding this fantasy If Foster Kenzie died, I wouldn't be here His egg timer is empty His time is not so precious And if it's alright with Foster Kenzie Then it's alright by me It's alright by me Foster Kenzie Foster Kenzie
9.
Anorexic Beauty Sitting alone on a cold bar stool Your cold hard eyes made me feel a fool Pastel white features, high cheekbones Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones The girl of my nightmares Sultry and corpse-like The girl of my nightmares Anorexic beauty Featherweight perfection Anorexic beauty Underweight goddess Brittle fingers, a thin cigarette So hard to tell apart: you haven’t spoken yet You put your hand on mine, death-white on brown Those whirlpool eyes, I begin to drown The girl of my nightmares Erotic and skull-faced The girl of my nightmares Anorexic beauty Featherweight perfection Anorexic beauty Underweight goddess Sitting alone on a cold bar stool So hard to tell apart: you haven’t spoken yet Pastel white features, high cheekbones Those whirlpool eyes, I begin to drown The girl of my nightmares Sultry and skull-faced The girl of my nightmares Anorexic beauty Featherweight perfection Anorexic beauty Underweight goddess Anorexic Beauty
10.
Cracked Up To Be After a little organic exercise, you roll over, play dead The ceiling stares at me and I dream of spiders Rock me, caress me My emotions are silly Putty in your hands And I feel like a foolish government Borrowing so much I can’t pay back Borrowing emotions And leaving nothing God has a jab-in-the-eye sense of humour Disenchanted, love-maid You’re mentally celibate and I dream of virgins Touch you, detest you You’re sensually silly Putty in my hands And I feel like an old jigsaw puzzle The picture becomes more incomplete Stealing the pieces And leaving IOUs Locked like chainmail in an animal embrace With a hiss of iron you scratch my face Locked together for hours on end Communicate with feelings, my friend Don’t you know it’s not what it’s cracked up to be? Sex is carefully reduced to a dirty word Dispassion destroys it Portions of the mind close and I dream of true love Push me, ridicule me My emotions are so silly Putty in your hands
11.
Adrift 10:22
Adrift I want to go home But I can't go home I want somewhere safe But nowhere is safe I need your help But I can't get your help There are wires and walls and fences and batons and guns I can't get where I need to be I'm adrift Our dead weight sinks boats Our dead weight fills vans Our dead weight is drowned Our dead weight is banned Our dead weight starts fights Our dead weight breaks hearts There are wires and walls and fences and batons and guns We can't get where we need to be We're adrift You can't imagine What we've been through The horrors we've seen The terror we've felt The family we've lost You can't imagine There are men with grim faces and sandbags and barriers and tear gas We just need a helping hand We're adrift

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released March 19, 2016

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