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Stew Simpson - ART
03:20
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ART (aaaaaaarrtt)
I wanna paint you just like a Vangough
Rich deep in darkness we tango
Paranoia the opiate of Plato
Narcissitic, ritualistic,
Go
You only love yourself because of me
You’ll never be where I’m gonna be
Can’t see or show the way I wanna feel
Saatchi he tore the heart right out of me
Aaaaaaart
Aaaaaaart
Aaaaaaart
Aaaaaaart
Tracey Eminem of the art world
South bank a few pints and you’ll get heard
Get em out for the lads and your famous
Dead sheep in a box man it’s shameless
You only love yourself because of me
You’ll never be where I’m gonna be
Can’t see or show the way I wanna feel
Saatchi he tore the heart right out of me
Aaaaaaart
Aaaaaaart
Aaaaaaart
Aaaaaaart
Art is hard for me these days
Art you can not justify me
Aaaaaaart
Aaaaaaart
Aaaaaaart
Aaaaaaart
You only love yourself because of me
You’ll never be where I’m gonna be
Can’t see or show the way I wanna feel
Saatchi he tore the heart right out of me
A.R.T. IS DEAD
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Electrolyte
Why can’t we listen to the silence?
The violent trains they rattle by
There’s an orchestrated science
There’s more to sight than meets the eye
Just look around at all the shit you see
Put up your hands and down your tools
The youth are drowing in there apathy
We’re sailors on a ship of fools
Electrolyte you shine your light on me
It’s fight or flight in times like these
No please or thank you
No forgive me friend
Just push and shove and bend and squeeze
Why can I see the fear
You’re scared of the man that you set free
Unleash your black dog
Beware the bark is worse
Twice bitten
Shy of what might be
Electrolyte you shine your light on me
It’s fight or flight in times like these
No please or thank you
No forgive me friend
Just push and shove and bend and squeeze
How many years before you change your mind
You know that half a brain won’t do
It’s left for love my friend and right for spite
You use the right no friend are you
Just look around at all the shit you see
Put up your hands and down your tools
The youth are drowing in there apathy
We’re sailors on a ship of fools
Electrolyte you shine your light on me
It’s fight or flight in times like these
No please or thank you
No forgive me friend
Just push and shove and bend and squeeze
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If God had a better name
If God had a better name
What would she be called?
Would we shave her head and taunt her
Because she is old and fat and bald
Oh blasphemy oh infamy
The world has got it in for me
You blame the cult of suicide
On how you lost the war tonight
I’m writing lists of the missing and the dead
Can’t afford the price I’ve on my head
Drink your blood but your body tastes of bread
The alchemist exposed has turned my gold to lead
God was just a boiled in my lunch box
So I ate her, see you later
Charlton Heston was the bestun
Jesus played by Chantels Preston
If god had a better name
What would she be called
Would we shave her head and taunt her
because she’s old and fat and bald
I’m writing lists of the missing and the dead
Can’t afford the price I’ve on my head
Drink your blood but your body tastes of bread
The alchemist exposed has turned my gold to lead
Halleluiah hari-krishna
If God had a better name
What would she be called?
Would we shave her head and taunt her
Because she is old and fat and bald
Oh blasphemy oh infamy
The world has got it in for me
You blame the cult of suicide
On how you lost the war tonight
I’m writing lists of the missing and the dead
Can’t afford the price I’ve on my head
Drink your blood but your body tastes of bread
The alchemist exposed has turned my gold to lead
I’m worshiping the god I chose because god knows that I don’t oppose an egg (x 2)
I’m writing lists of the missing and the dead
Can’t afford the price I’ve on my head
Drink your blood but your body tastes of bread
The alchemist exposed has turned my gold to lead
Halleluiah hari-krishna
Dali Lama – how’s your father?
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Nice to meet you Mr Bennett
Go
Nice to meet you Mr Bennett
You’ve been on my mind
I’d like to shake the hand of talking heads
And turn around leave us all behind
Do you mind the gap?
Between the platform and the ride
What hides inside the tube of life?
The northern line resides
History repeats and brings up words of meaning
Funny how they’re trapped in time
Stranger than the fiction
My eyes have left behind
Between the page my eyes and mind
Do you mind the gap?
Between the platform and the ride
What hides inside the tube of life?
The northern line resides
Milk sugar and some buggery
And ladies camped in vans
Would scare the likes of girls and Dracula
In Camden smoking hams
Do you mind the gap?
Between the platform and the ride
What hides inside the tube of life?
The northern line resides
Do you mind the gap?
Between the platform and the ride
What hides inside the tube of life?
The northern line resides
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Now you’re 54
UK-KNH-20-00005
Now you’re 54 I want you more and more
Don’t care what people say I never like them anyway
You’re mine and I am yours always and forever more
At least until I’m dead for sure
Don’t care if you stare
You don’t care about us
Intergenerational love
Is something more just than lust
You like to read the papers
I like to watch TV
Your heroes save the world
And mine are in the NME
You’ve been around the world
I’ve been around the block
We got a dog with fleas and ticks
We got a clock that tocks (X5)
We watch the hours and minutes and months and years and days pass by
I like to watch the land you like to watch the sky, the sky
The clouds they tell me tales of love you know and sweet romance
I really like your hair you know the way you fit your pants
Your eyes have got me, your eyes have got me in a trance
So carry on romancing, we gotta dance
We gotta dance
We gotta dance
We gotta dance
Don’t care if you stare
You don’t care about us
Intergenerational love
Is something more just than lust
You like to read the papers
I like to watch TV
Your heroes save the world
And mine are in the NME
You’ve been around the world
I’ve been around the block
We got a dog with fleas and ticks
We got a clock that tocks (X5)
Don’t care if you stare
You don’t care about us
Intergenerational love
Is something more just than lust
You like to read the papers
I like to watch TV
Your heroes save the world
And mine are in the NME
You’ve been around the world
I’ve been around the block
We got a dog with fleas and ticks
We got a clock that tocks (X5)
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Phenomenonological
Christ sparks inside the whore of Babylon
Zoroastras flame is where it all began
Push the thumb to the palm and rub it back again
Show the breast and knee to prove that you’re a man
Unify unite and build the power up
Break bread spill blood and fill the holy cup
I still hate you once I loved
Now you spare no remorse
Like a Trojan with my army
Oysters stronger than a horse
Phenomenonological x 8
You gave me life won’t spare the time
This is where I draw the line
You never listen- never mind!
This is where you’re left behind
Stay inside it’s getting lairy
Sleeping on the job of course
I still hate you, once I loved you
Now I spare no remorse
Like a Trojan with my army
Oysters stronger than a horse
Phenomenonological x 8
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The way I like to be
02:31
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The way I like to be
Can I call you another name
You look like steve to me
You never wear the clothes you wore the way I like to see
Loose and ropey around the edges
Smashed bend with the pins
Safety first and goggles on before
Dining from the bins
The way I like I like to be the way I like to be
Fucking Aida
(Repeat –A lot)
Ooooooooowwwwwwwww
Ooooohhhhhhhh ooooooooohhhh oowowwwwwwwwoooooowww
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Universe TV
I came from another planet
Take me to your leader please
Oh my god you’ve gone and done it
You went and got the greed disease
We’ve been watching you on universe TV
On channel 50067.2and53
We planted cctv
All the angles everyside
You crawl into your holes there’s nowhere left for you to hide
Beeps
We came down to show you how to live
Don’t understand why you take but never give
No more tears no more pain for the little ones
We’ve loaded love in our big purple taser guns
Taser guns taser guns taser guns
You saw that we were different so you pulled out our democracy
Sent in all your forces with their guns so you could set us free
We get google up on mars and typed in freedom from the stars
And stripes appeared across the screen
It seems like humans are obscene
They sensored everything but war
They blow up dolls and put down whores
We retreat its back to mars
We watch you self-destruct in cars
Beeps
We came down to show you how to live
Don’t understand why you take but never give
No more tears no more pain for the little ones
We’ve loaded love in our big purple taser guns
Taser guns taser guns taser guns
You twist and turn and kill each other
No species yet would even bother
For humans with a want for heaven
Tune in next week for Armageddon
Beeps
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The Birth Of BonOyster London, UK
Stew Simpson (aka BonOyster) Vocals and rythmn guitar,
Paul Stromdale -bass guitar
paul langford - lead guitar
stu soulsby - drums
recorded at rogue studio
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