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Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Trip Hop
Electronica
Alternative Rock
Progressive Rock
New prog
Trip Rock
Years active 1994—present
Label(s) Island Records
Members
Danny Griffiths
Darius Keeler
Dave Pen
Pollard Berrier
Maria Q
Jonathan Noyce
Rosko John
Former members
Roya Arab
Suzanne Wooder
Craig Walker



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Controlling Crowds (03/30/2009)
03/30/2009
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Killing All Movement
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Children They Feed
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Day That You Go
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Neatly Folded
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Bullets (video)
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Why are you so scared and creeping around
Taking photographs all over town
Pictures in the dark that live in the light
The world is my playground too and I’ll do what I like

Why are you so scared of falling apart
Intimidating me for falling apart
Stay on your knees with your cross and don’t tell me to know so
The world is my playground too and I refuse to follow.

Fly with me
Falling through the night
Fly with me
Falling out of sight
Find me hold me...

In your arms,
‘Cause I’m scared of their controlling crowds
Keep me calm
‘Cause I’m scared of their controlling crowds
Here they come

Why are we so obscure and creeping around
Hiding from mirrors and screen all over town,
Objects disturbing blinding taking the peace in me,
The world is my kingdom too and I’ll feel what I like.

Killing my heart I can’t face I can’t face no more
The world is my playground too I can’t feel anymore.

Fly with me
Falling through the night
Fly with me
Falling out of sight
Find me hold me...

In your arms,
‘Cause I’m scared of their controlling crowds
Keep me calm
‘Cause I’m scared of their controlling crowds
Here they come

Why are we so cold and breaking apart
Caught up in this storm just breaking apart
Pictures and colours I loved but don’t see anymore
The world is my playground too I don’t feel anymore
Why are you so adored,
‘Cause I’m scared of their controlling crowds
Here they come

‘Cause I’m scared of their controlling crowds
Here they come

. . .


Come touch me like I’m an ordinary man
Have a look in my eyes
Underneath my skin there is violence
Got a gun in its hand
Ready to make sense of
Anyone anything

Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why

Personal responsibility

Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man
Without the blood on his hands
Come and make me a martyr
Come and break my feeling
With your violence with the gun to my head
Ready to take out anyone anywhere

Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why

Personal responsibility

. . .


Close those eyes down
We all fall down
Into the space
Gone with no trace

Feel your heart slow
Where will we go
Into the sunlight
Or the dead of night

There’s nobody here
For me now

So much running scared
Living breathing dead

There’s nobody here
For me now

Silence fill you through
Time to tell the truth
See the words on signs
It ends with a blink of an eye

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So much writing on the wall can you read it all
Can you see through the haze when the writing’s small
Can you read what it means is it making sense?
‘Cause it’s all dollar bills and pounds and pence
Telling you what to do and what pills to take
When your heads in your hands and your belly aches
Where to go in the world when you need a change
Don’t you worry about the bill that can be arranged

Make me sad make me sleep make me question
Give me things that can calm this depression
Let me know what to do when my money’s spent
Let me know how to smell and to pay the rent
Let me know what to do when my hair is gone
Let me know who to kill when the war is on

There’s a woman of your dreams and she’s on the phone
Better send her a text when you’re on your own
Make me sad make me sleep make me question
Give me things that can calm this depression

So much writing on the wall
Feel trust obey

. . .


Juxtapose feeling
Just suppose I reel in revolving doors closing
Imposters posing
Tun spinning it round about
Pulling your inside out
Know what they will do it now without a doubt
Motivated in quick time to stop the watchman
Exposing orchestrated explosions

Medicine man mix a potion
Sedate the not so great nation
Now they be jumping out of their skin to fear factors
Run through acres morphing shape shifters
Lift the lid and give a wide berth
The earth not a million miles away
Minor details as I put it in another way
To the latter day
Burning out your retina’s pitch
Black enveloping hell’s fire developing heat
Skin crawling up you swear blind
The cruel and unkind advance you’re running out of time
The adrenalin flows hitting the wall
Ready to fall over but they stand tall
Winner taking it all in
Stalling for some ideological ways out
Twist and then shout out aloud

Steady bellowing
Subtle moment following
Subsequent change rearrange
How we doing?
We are fine, quiet time
Ready for the steady climb
Cross a ley line down into the open mind’s eye
Attack they react and turn into the maniac
Critical breakdown why?
‘Cause it’s an actual fact
Take a longer look at how we can prevail and not fail

. . .


Too late
They hate
Too late
They hate

You’ve jaded
They’ve faded
From your heart
They’ve ripped
Our worlds collide

Inside our souls collapsing
In their thoughtless ways
Our hearts collide

They’re correcting
They correct my heart
They’re rejecting
They reject our hearts

Now we are all stoned
They’ve ripped it all apart
Collapse
Collide
Our hearts collide

They’re correcting
They correct my heart
They’re rejecting
They reject our hearts

Now we are all stoned
They’ve ripped it all apart
Collapse
Collide
Our hearts collide

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I can see for miles in your eyes
They disappear into sea of faces

I can see for miles with your eyes
Their faces are faceless

Clones of yourself

I can see for miles with your eyes
Their faces are faceless

Clones of
Clones of yourself
I can see for miles in your eyes

. . .


All hailstorms in to die for my sins
Why am I accursed and not believing
Death to damnation both forced arrest
Enforced interrogation duress fire question
Pressure point temple brainwashed disciple
Shooting at me with a holy water pistol
I am not a heathen I’ll give you the reason
Ten commandments and ten counts of treason
They can pass judgements while I plead
Ignorance self defense dollars pounds and pence
Because we live inside the age feelings hard to gauge
I just open up the book and keep turning the page

While the all powerful throwback to miracle
Whips up the storms and pestilent swarms
Sacrifice to appease the deity
Whilst heavens open up to seize the enemy
Wiped out civilisations
Desolate barren landscapes genocides
Creation
But mad scientists wildly experiment
Drawing the conclusion down into the sediment
To the dark hour seed is sown
Now on there will be light via fire and brimstone
Walls fall down but emerge from the grown as if to start over
Rebuild the structure
True to life adventure
Even while your breathing lung puncture
Nothing out there to protect you
So they look into the skies the cries can be heard
The word is obscene unwashed and unclean
Wreaking havoc for the hell of it
Whilst digging deep and developing a taste for it
Bloodthirsty craves screams for mercy
Highly unlikely
Feel the almighty crash
Alas hope all evaporates incinerate burns out and obliterates
Keep the faith in more ways than one
Or believe me and mark my words thy will be done

Praying not for the cynical quick stepping left right,
Pick up as they march upon the pinnacle
Clocking up the watch stop digital
Trying to make peace while they’d rather make base and erase the place they found
Lies written all over the face wonder why
Feeling immortality fearing they’re afraid to die
Sly snakes sidewind and enter your mind
Finding temptation insecurity and frustration
Hating anger lusts after a fear as half the man dies whilst shedding the tear
A clear sign that it’s way past the time
To rebuild the bleeding heart that lies broken
Well I must be mistaken but I more than feel that a chance is not taking consideration for the non believer plagued by diseased why?
Nothing but an open mind is what I try and maintain
Hand on heart keep alive in dying art
Pick it up dust it down make a start and bring it round

Pray to God blaspheme one can only dream
Crucify and ask why either do or die

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Please don’t come any closer to me,
I feel old like a withered tree,
these days are passing eternally,
you won’t ask me to slow it down,
blurred emotions in the crown of the kings of speed,
and all we see in full motion collection.
Time isn’t slowing,
just speed,
just speed.
Silence is golden and seems so pretend,
the towering of war machines and men,
the falling of lives as we wait in line,
we are fading to nothing,
losing the race as they steam ahead,
leaving the trail of the living dead,
moving away,
broken frames push forward then play.
Time isn’t slowing,
just speed,
it’s all we’re knowing.
Silence is golden and seems so pretend,
the towering of war machines and men,
the falling of lives as we wait in line,
we are fading to nothing,
losing the race as they steam ahead,
leaving the trail of the living dead,
moving away,
broken frames push forward then play.
Time isn’t slowing,
just speed,
it’s all we’re knowing.

. . .


You horrify and petrify me,
to wear the crown that just astounds me,
you terrorise and paralyse me,
you've lost the plot and should be shot down.
You have it all.
You’re just a whore and nothing more,
your smile is pain yet you remain,
walking tall and that appalls me,
you’re bred like swine but still
you'll die in our arms,
‘cos you have it all.

. . .


Confusion,
delusion,
seclusion,
inclusion,
numbing,
loving,
finding you in me,
how I adore, the chaos of you.
Cry out,
take out,
heartless,
fearless,
compassionately,
feeling you in me,
how I love,
the chaos of you.
Psycho,
halo,
cruel and tormenting,
compassionately,
seeing us in them,
how I adore,
the chaos in them,
in them,
in them,
of you,
of you.

. . .


The unassailable leading me down the wide path,
I consider the scale the whole aftermath,
from the land I sketch a grand design,
a being in time,
message the floodlight will shine,
divine skies will open,
open road chosen pausing in time frozen,
best left unspoken,
about the life settling down,
steadily lowered into the ground the sound is quite deafening,
confounded regiments getting hounded out,
never better the fallout of the sidesplitter,
rise of the switch-hitter,
watch as he grows bitter,
foreseeable futures they be selling him down the river,
purified and maybe when we refine and say,
you'll be hearing him coming from half a mile away,
contemplation still thinking it over onward we soldier clearer than present danger,
us we as a planet handing arms to the generations down the line what is left behind? Conscience cannot carry the weight of consequence,
says a voice who then utters a vote of confidence,
see the level of minerals going down to ground zero,
nothing can be stopping declines cycle,
wheels turn the sucking it dry desert,
but the oceans wave is on the rise in front of your eyes,
paralysed you’re rooted into the spot,
you can’t move the rot is setting in at a rate of knots.
So far from the truth,
unavoidable proof revelations will raise the roof,
the revolutions will be televised to sensationalise and destabilise,
I'm wide eyed aware and wiser to the scandal,
it is too much for one man to handle,
stand together we might stand a hope in hells chance or else a threatening fate waits.

. . .


You could end everything right here,
finish it off and disappear,
isn’t it great to have the choice,
quiet it down and stop the noise,
we know those people tell you things,
like what to say and what to think,
we know you’re not needed for your mind,
just for your money and your kind,
we know you’re not wanted for your heart,
they knew it was black right from the start you could end everything right here.

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Killing All Movement

[No lyrics]

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Children They Feed

[No lyrics]

. . .

Day That You Go

[No lyrics]

. . .

Neatly Folded

[No lyrics]

. . .


Come touch me like I’m an ordinary man
Have a look in my eyes
Underneath my skin there is violence
Got a gun in its hand
Ready to make sense of
Anyone anything

Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why

Personal responsibility

Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man
Without the blood on his hands
Come and make me a martyr
Come and break my feeling
With your violence with the gun to my head
Ready to take out anyone anywhere

Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why

Personal responsibility

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