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Oxygen Thief
03:45
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Think I’ve told you a thousand times.
I can’t be held responsible.
I’m not saying you can’t change the world.
But what you want is improbable.
Can’t swallow the words you say.
I didn’t want to taste them anyway.
Product of a twisted mind.
Time for me to walk away.
I’ll do my best and try to stay calm.
Just one more drink and we can go home.
I can’t breathe.
You’re choking me.
Homicide of what I believe.
Genocide of all that’s right.
Because you can’t see you’re my oxygen thief.
Hemingway inside your soul.
Adolf coming out your hole.
You’re the Sea Lion that attacks my shores.
I’m the Overlord that holds you back.
I’ll do my best and count up to ten.
But I’ll get to five and you’ll start again.
I can’t breathe.
You’re choking me.
Homicide of what I believe.
Genocide of all that’s right.
Because you can’t see you’re my oxygen thief.
Your negativity is slowly killing me.
Your negativity is slowly killing me.
I can’t breathe.
You’re choking me.
Homicide of what I believe.
Genocide of all that’s right.
Because you can’t see you’re my oxygen thief.
I can’t breathe.
You’re choking me.
Homicide of what I believe.
Genocide of all that’s right.
Because you can’t see you’re my oxygen thief.
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Crowded
03:57
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I’ve got a voice and it’s got to be heard.
You’ve got a voice and it’s got to be heard.
We’ve got a voice and it’s got to be heard.
Never been one to follow the herd.
They want you to sit and take it all.
You want to shout but then you stall.
They want you to sit and take it all.
Be the one to take the fall.
Does that mean you shouldn’t try?
Going to just lay down and die?
Does that mean you shouldn’t scream?
‘I’ve got a voice and I’ve got dreams.’
Good luck screaming in your crowded room.
Butterfly wings cause a sonic boom.
Good luck trying to change what’s gone before.
You gave them everything, they still want more.
More and more and more.
They want you to fall and lose the fight.
Go quietly into the night.
They want you to fall and lose the fight.
Compromise on all that’s right.
Does that mean you shouldn’t try?
Going to just lay down and die?
Does that mean you shouldn’t scream?
‘I’ve got a voice and I’ve got dreams.’
Good luck screaming in your crowded room.
Butterfly wings cause a sonic boom.
Good luck trying to change what’s gone before.
You gave them everything, they still want more.
More and more and more.
Crowded. Crowded. Crowded.
Crowded. Crowded. Crowded.
Crowded. Crowded. Crowded.
Crowded. Crowded. Crowded.
Good luck screaming in your crowded room.
Butterfly wings cause a sonic boom.
Good luck trying to change what’s gone before.
You gave them everything, they still want more.
More and more and more.
More and more and more.
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3. |
Nothing To Say
03:47
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I am not your friend.
But we can still pretend.
Your noise is filling up my ears.
You’ve nothing good to say, that’s clear.
Do the decent thing; go fuck yourself.
You’ve got nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Too loud.
You’ve got nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Too loud.
My mind is not your muse.
Not yours to abuse.
Your countenance is in my space.
Remove your carcass from my face.
Can’t put up with you so I will put you down.
You’ve got nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Too loud.
You’ve got nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Too loud.
Fucking loud.
Way too loud.
Fucking loud.
Way too loud.
You’re pulling on my brain and it’s driving me insane.
I’m living on a knife edge trying to deal with all the pain.
You’ve nothing good to say but it’s still coming out your mouth.
You’ve nothing good to say you’re still saying it too loud.
You’re pulling on my brain and it’s driving me insane.
I’m living on a knife edge trying to deal with all the pain.
You’ve nothing good to say but it’s still coming out your mouth.
You’ve nothing good to say you’re still saying it too loud. Too loud.
Too fucking loud.
You’re saying it too loud.
Nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Nothing to say.
You’re saying it too loud.
Too loud.
Too fucking loud.
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The One
03:51
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Waiting for the one.
You Broke another heart again.
A big mistake, now it’s done.
You lie awake and wait for the sun.
Got it all mapped out how you want to live.
So set in your ways now that nothing is going to give.
Some times.
Somewhere.
Someone is going to be there.
You lie alone again tonight.
It looks like it scares you when something’s right.
Your thoughts, they will give no rest to you.
Tell me what now are you going to do?
Got it all mapped out how you want to live.
So set in your ways now that nothing is going to give.
Don’t you feel you’ve been this way before?
Someone’s been knocking but you won’t open the door.
Some times.
Somewhere.
Someone is going to be there.
You lie alone again tonight.
It looks like it scares you when something’s right.
Your thoughts, they will give no rest to you.
Tell me what now are you going to do?
Tell me what now are you going to do?
Some times.
Somewhere.
Someone is going to be there.
You lie alone again tonight.
It looks like it scares you when something’s right.
Your thoughts, well they will give no rest to you.
Tell me what now are you going to do?
Tell me what now are you going to do?
Tell me what now am I supposed to do?
Tell me what now are we going to do?
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5. |
Tinder
04:00
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I’d travel a thousand skies.
To see the stars with you.
But you’ve been with a hundred men.
What are you putting yourself through?
What are you putting yourself through?
Stop giving it all away.
Don’t give it up tonight.
Giving it all away.
Wasting your precious life.
They all want to take the ride.
But don’t let them on for free.
Your promiscuity.
It costs your dignity.
Well it costs your dignity.
Stop giving it all away.
Don’t give it up tonight.
Giving it all away.
Wasting your precious life.
Your dignity.
It’s not for free.
It’s not for free.
Your dignity.
It’s not for free.
It’s not for free.
Stop giving it all away.
Don’t give it up tonight.
Giving it all away.
Stop wasting your precious life.
You’re giving it all away.
Don’t give it up tonight.
Stop giving it all away.
Wasting your precious life.
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6. |
In It
03:39
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Roll up, we’ve got something for you to see.
Done some things for you, you won’t believe.
In for a penny, we’ll take your pounds.
And we’ll be gone for when you come around.
Don’t believe half the things we’ll tell you.
Don’t buy the air we’d gladly sell you.
You’ve got to see it from our side.
Unless you want to be taken for a ride.
We’re in it for the fame.
We’re in it for the money.
We’re in it for the cash and the cars and the booze and the fags and the honeys.
We’re in it for the fame.
We’re in it for the money.
We’re in it for the cash and the cars and the booze and the fags and the honeys.
Don’t try to emulate or follow me.
Flash in the pan is all we’ll ever be.
Before I go there’s one last thing to say:
It’s always better to burn out than fade away.
Don’t believe half the things we’ll tell you.
Don’t buy the air they’d gladly sell you.
You’ve got to see it from our side.
Unless you want to be taken for a ride.
We’re in it for the fame.
We’re in it for the money.
We’re in it for the cash and the cars and the booze and the fags and the honeys.
We’re in it for the fame.
We’re in it for the money.
We’re in it for the cash and the cars and the booze and the fags and the honeys.
We’re in it for the fame.
We’re in it for the money.
We’re in it for the cash and the cars and the booze and the fags and the honeys.
We’re in it for the fame.
We’re in it for the money.
We’re in it for the cash and the cars and the booze and the fags and the honeys.
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7. |
These Days
04:20
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Speeding like a freight train.
Way beyond control.
Something burning deep inside.
Eating at your soul.
How much can you handle?
How much can you take?
Feels just like a test sometimes.
To see if you will break.
Don’t let these days.
Turn into nights.
Got to never ever lose your fight.
The night.
Will turn to sun.
Got to have the will to carry on.
The will to carry on.
There's only one occasion.
It’s too late to change your life.
You'll find what matters then.
It's not the shit and lies.
Remember all the good times.
Doing what feels right.
Even if the devil rains on your parade.
You can still march out tonight.
Don’t let these days.
Turn into nights.
Got to never ever lose your fight.
The night.
Will turn to sun.
Got to have the will to carry on.
The will to carry on.
On on on.
Don’t let these days.
Turn into nights.
Got to never ever lose your fight.
The night.
Will turn to sun.
You’ve got to have the will to carry on.
The will to carry on.
On on on.
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8. |
Erosion
04:01
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Built it up.
To last.
Moulded in an iron cast.
Pressure builds.
Too great.
Smashing tectonic plates.
Erosion.
And explosions.
Erosion.
Talk it in.
Talk it out.
Nothing left to talk about.
Had enough.
Too much.
Subject to your verbal cuts.
Erosion.
And explosions.
Erosion.
Because even rocks turn to sand.
Worn out by the sea.
Washed up on the land.
And under our feet.
Even rocks turn to sand.
Worn out by the sea.
Washed up on the land.
And under our feet.
Don’t let let this spell be broken.
Leave those words unspoken.
Don’t let let this spell be broken.
Leave those words unspoken.
Even rocks turn to sand.
Worn out by the sea.
Washed up on the land.
And under our feet.
Even rocks turn to sand.
Worn out by the sea.
Washed up on the land.
And under our feet.
Don’t let let this spell be broken.
Leave those words unspoken.
Don’t let let this spell be broken.
Leave those words unspoken.
Don’t let let this spell be broken.
Leave those words unspoken.
Don’t let let this spell be broken.
Leave those words unspoken.
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9. |
Unplanned
04:16
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Didn’t plan on going out tonight.
No appointment pending.
There’s a thousand things I should be doing.
And a million things need mending.
But as sure as night time follows sun.
Your friends want to go out when you’ve got nothing done.
I thought I’d have a quiet night.
And try to pen a tune among some candlelight.
And maybe have a glass of wine.
As I’ve done before oh so many times.
But they say:
Let’s pretend it’s a Friday night where the crowd’s good fun.
And the music is live.
And we’ll pretend that next day we’re not working.
We could find a bar with an unsigned band.
And ten women to every man.
Where the door man doesn’t tax us to get access.
And isn’t it incredible?
How fast you’re showered and changed when there’s beer involved?
It wouldn’t happen just for work.
I guess if it did, then that means you give a fuck, well:
We found a bar that’s rammed tonight.
With the crowd all drunk and the music is live.
That trip in on the tube was really worth it.
There’s just five women to every man.
It’s a tiny flaw in the masterplan.
But the doorman didn’t tax us to get access.
But before long they kick us out.
The girl I’ve only met’s got stuff to talk about.
I hint about her coming round.
She said she’d love to but she lives on the other side of town.
We kiss and hug and walk away.
Then after a few steps we both turn round and say:
What are you doing this Friday night?
I could take you out if that’s all right?
There’s so much stuff I’d like to sit and tell you.
We could find a bar for just girls and boys.
Where the music is just background noise.
If you want to sit and talk then they’ll just let you.
Now I’m on the tube going back to mine.
Thinking up this tune just to pass the time.
And don’t you think it’s funny how.
You think up the best tunes with no guitar around?
And don’t you think it’s typical.
That the words just don’t seem right unless they’re oh so cynical?
Well, well not tonight.
I didn’t plan on going out tonight.
Now I’ve one appointment pending.
There’s a thousand things I should have done.
And all that shit that still needs mending.
Wish me luck for Friday night.
Now the song has ended, for now.
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10. |
Alibi
04:36
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Found a piece of happy.
Despite your vacant stare.
Conscience in the mirror.
You don't even care.
Something like a comet.
Screaming through my brain.
Four and twenty shotguns.
Aiming at my pain.
You could be my alibi again.
Watch me die before you let me in.
Tried my hand at listening.
Just fell on deaf ears.
Banged a drum of silence.
For far too many years.
You could be my concubine, my friend.
Pull the chord and wind me up again.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.
You could be my alibi my friend.
Pull the chord and wind me up again.
Because I'd bleed to make you notice.
To make it right again.
I won’t ask for forgiveness.
Until I've gone insane.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.
Tie the knot and straighten out again.
Pull it taught and watch me take the strain.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.
You could be my alibi my dear.
Set me free and I'll compress the fear.
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11. |
Stamp
03:51
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You're feeling so ‘London’ you walked around Camden.
End the day on a high and go to the Barfly tonight.
Still got the stamp on your hand from the gig with the band.
That were so in demand but you're gutted cos you thought they were bland.
I find that lately I want them to hate me.
That 'don't judge, me love me' type man.
So then we had a scrap with his band.
He was singing shit that was cheesy like 'baby don't leave me’.
‘I can't live without you and I'll never doubt you again’.
We left with some bruises all down to the boozing.
Then I look behind me his brunette has hunted me down.
He said 'what's that I heard you mutter?'
I said ‘you're songs are cookie cutter’.
‘Now I know just why she left’.
‘It turns out you're a fucking nutter’.
Well I find that lately I want them to hate me.
That 'don't judge me love me' type man.
So then we had a fight with his band.
So it's a taxi to mine.
And three times in one night.
Then in the morning she leaves without warning, that's fine.
She phones to see what I was thinking.
Would I like to go out drinking?
While I think what I will say.
I try to remember her name.
Well I find that lately I want them to hate me.
That 'don't judge me love me' type man.
Yeah.
I find that lately I want them to hate me.
That 'don't judge me love me' type man.
So then we had a scrap with his band.
Which we won.
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Arcade Fortress England, UK
Arcade Fortress are Gavin Connolly (Vox, guitar, piano) and Richard Fox (Lead guitar, bass, drums, production). We collaborate between our home studios in Lincoln and London to make rock music that melts your face off. Coming soon to a stage near you..
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