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Your lies have been understood as the truth
And I feel pity for those who suffer under your rule
I hope it was worth the sacrifice
The sky and your beauty
My love, my love
And your duty
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Pretty Liar
04:48
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Oh my pretty baby, what have you done
Oh my pretty baby, what have you done
Do you really want this to go wrong
I’ve heard you out, over and over
Not forgetting all the years in-between
Distance hums and the lights can turn
All the beers and secrets we turned into dreams
Oh I was your invisible lover
You chose not to feel
I was a handsome stranger
It took you years to perceive
They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone
But I mourn for your loss of the dawn
Underneath the curtain the web un-spun was your own
Oh my pretty baby, what have you become
Oh my pretty baby, what have you become
You cannot even tell the truth from a lie
Oh my pretty baby, what’s going on
Oh my pretty baby, what’s going on
You cannot even tell a friend from a foe
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Plump filled corners, a half in measurement, a capped pose, large ears that smell, small nostrils that listen big. Carved out corridors in arse crack ceilings leaning towards and into screaming lungs. I watched the chord linger in the air, swinging back and forth from semen dunked city roads to wombs dressed in tombs that are called homes.
I’ve witnessed atrocities be born, backwards in gait. I can only attempt to expose, drift away from its “under” control. I’ve watched atrocities be born and then whored, facetious in their tremor, grandiose in their perpetual snore. A remote control for a spine, really? And a TV screen for a mind?
What whore you media? What whore you today? A rigorous metropolis rut, no storyboard is safe. No conversation paved to elevate. No vision vague enough to consolidate. What whore you today? What hoard you here?
A game of chess lost by it’s own multicoloured board? How then is this a fair game, when you see only in black and white. That cosmic chessboard was never black, never white.
If that light in your head were it ever to be turned up bright, where lay the chainsaw deity hibernating under your ringing umbilical cord. I watched that cord linger in flight, like a frog on the ceiling of a derelict kite.
I’ve watched fathers be eaten up by their own patriarchal rights. I’ve seen mothers hang up their bodies to dry, take hold of the ticking oars of time boats, wishing and slushing, folding and cussing, and still peeling out some form of light.
Awash the smoke beyond all is sound. Among the torn out, there still remains a might. The might to survive.
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People Over Paper
05:55
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I dream in yellow to keep you safe
Cause you like to swallow whatever is thrown in your face
The bitterness suits your mouth when you spit
Is this not true
Cheap thrills sold to you
The system circuits down to you and me
I dream in yellow to keep you safe
Yes I dream in yellow to keep you safe
Cause you like to swallow whatever is thrown in your face
Because you think it’s fun, I paid for my love
Invisibility or just circumstance
Is this not true
Cheap thrills sold to you
The system circuits down to you and me
Together together we can stand
Together together on this land
Revolution is in our hands
Turn off your TV and forget all you can
People, death, love, and hate
Invisibility or just circumstance
Invisibility or just circumstance
The system circuits down to you and me
The revolution starts here with you and me
The revolution ain’t just about marching on the streets
The revolution means take back your power
Together together we can stand
Together together on this land
Revolution is in our hands
Turn off your TV and forget all you can
You think you’re free?
You think this is a democracy?
The revolution starts here with you and me
The revolution means take back the power
Is this a democracy?
You see the system don’t work so why are you going to work?
The system don’t work so why are you going to work?
Scared to look outside your fish tank?
You know it’s you running the show
Put down your keys and stay in bed
Use your heart instead of your head
You’ve gotten used to the oppressive laws
But freedom’s still knocking at your door
You think you’re free?
Reject your salary, connect to humanity
Scared to look outside your fish tank?
The revolution starts from your bedroom
The revolution starts from your rooftop
The system circuits down to you and me
I dream in yellow to keep you safe
Cause you like to swallow whatever is thrown in your face
The system circuits down to you and me
I dream in yellow to keep you safe
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Rooftop Revolution
03:23
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Faces in pictures, on the wall
Mirror breaks, makes you tall
An image of perfection, the decor needs correction
Search for the unmasked, now from the past
Gandhi’s my stride, on hunger strike
Only three years old, I feel so old
Oh mother, please
I’m alive but barely
Just eleven years old, sent far from home
Sat on a cloud, landed on the ground
The people were strange, there it didn’t rain
Tried to be strong, there I did not belong
Oh mother, tell my brother
I said hello, tell him
I miss him so, I miss him so
Oh mother, please
I’m alive but barely
Friends on the rooftop, tales were non-stop
Of homes like prisons, said now I was with them
Told them I went long ago, told them how to say no
Oh mother I did you proud, truth cleans out the doubt
Daughters walk out of cages, on rooftops we paraded
When she took my hand, I looked around
For a place to land, for a place to land, for a place to land
Oh mother, please
Her love for me saved me
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City In The Sky
03:53
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Down in the little ground, where I grow my garden
Down in the little ground, where I grow my dreams
Who knows why I dream to survive
Who knows why I dream to survive
Little story of the day, what’s not to be the same
What is yours is mine, what is mine is yours
Skip to the beat and let everything go
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Café de l'Industrie
04:41
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No longer shall we be controlled
By a so-called divide
That hairy tide with a hundred eyes
With a hundred eyes
No longer shall we be controlled
By a clown full of fear
A wind of ecstasy will come
And wash away the tears
Wash away the tears
Fold up that armour
Take down those signs
Had enough of tales of hate
Living this lie
Living this lie
The winds were riding down a rut
Innocence disguised
In a cage of windows of a time
That’s passed us by
Passed us by
Memories echoed recklessly
Hoping to survive
All we are in a dream
That’s turned to ice
Turned to ice
Don’t fool yourself oh mother
Don’t fool yourself oh father
The crowns stolen from your heads
You will one day find
You will one day find
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Roller Coaster
03:46
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Something about the way I walk
Something about the way I talk
You can’t place where I’m from
You can’t place where I’m from
Strike back, stand back again
Every damn day I have to pretend
I was saying but you ain’t listening
I was screaming that you are boring
Something about the way I walk
Something about the way I talk
You can’t place where I’m from
(No) You can’t place where I’m from
Now there you go again
Thinking that your pain is real
You can’t see how I feel
(No) You can’t see how I feel
Strike back, stand back again
Every damn day I have to pretend
I was saying but you ain’t listening
I was screaming that you are boring
Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know
It’s just a ride, yeah
Well I need to get all this out
You’re not my friend
There ain’t no doubt
I live the beat on my feet
It ain’t a crime if I love my life
Something about the way I walk
Something about the way I talk
You can’t place where I’m from
(No) You can’t place where I’m from
Strike back, stand back again
Every damn day I have to pretend
I was saying but you ain’t listening
I was screaming that you are boring
Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know
It’s just a ride, yeah
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SHABSI MANN London, UK
SHABSI MANN is an independent artist/musician based in Hackney, making her own flavour of avant-garde experimental folk/ punk/ rock, inspired by her Eastern nomadic roots and rare dimensions, she also curates a gig series in East London called "The HAREM Presents: PER -A-". Mann started her solo project in 2012. She has performed in Holland, France, Italy, Spain, Scotland, Germany and England. ... more
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