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Where can I buy a Daft Punk helmet? They look mint and I've got the budget. Do they look French? Maybe who knows, nobody's ever seen 'em without those clothes. But I crave anonymity in my vicinity, so I've gotta get my hands on one of those.
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Poor Hipster
02:28
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Poor Hipster he's got a long beard, like an old man. He's trendy, subversive and weird, he lives in Portland (Portland, Oregon). He's got tattoos all over his arms and legs. Meaningless symbols like crucifixes and eggs. Poor Hipster he don't give a fuck, his baseball cap on. It has the name of an American truck or some other crap on. His jeans don't fit and he wears brown shoes. Ear-tunnels and even more fuckin' tattoos. Poor Hipster his breakfast is hot, served on a shovel. Fish chips and peas in individual pots, to assemble. He'll wash it down with a gluten-free craft beer. A small-batch whiskey distilled in a dead cat's ear. He don't wanna be a punk, don't wanna be a rasta, don't wanna be a goth, don't wanna be a hippie, don't wanna be a mod, don't wanna be a rocker, don't wanna be a teddy boy, don't wanna be an emo.
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Make It Rain Ed Sheeran
03:01
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The garden lawn is looking brown (make it rain Ed Sheeran), been ages since it chucked it down. Normally I don't condone your ginger interfering, but there's a drought man, sort it out man. By the miracle of meteorological ginger interference he can make it rain. Make it rain Ed Sheeran.
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Other Rooms
03:01
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Unnoticed by those she's trying to impress, personality drowning in a whirlpool of colour. Fate, she blames it on fate again. What's yours is mine if we last that long. Flying colours fast descending, remember all that's worth remembering. Voices calling, sound salvation, stored away for preservation in other rooms. Nobody there just when you need them most. Another slice of nowhere, a thousand nights spent with despair. Fate, she blames it on fate again. Wipe away your childhood and throw away your toys.
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Aldi Young Dudes
02:49
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We are the aldi young dudes we don't eat health foods, our only intake's a synthetic cornflake, and German lager that is brewed in Warsaw, genetic bacon, radioactive coleslaw. The aldi young dudes raised on strange cakes, often make mistakes, always get what we can take, don't trust the food, don't trust the lager, don't trust the staff and don't trust Obama. Aldi young dudes eat anything that moves, tobacco in capsules, don't join the smelly man queue, ineffectual power tools and toxic coffee granules, counterfeit twix, polystyrene liquorice. We are the aldi young dudes.
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All Sewn Up
03:10
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Self-serving shitbags fill their guts on the common people's dreams. I once met Morrissey in a kibbutz, the Eye of Horus please. You're gonna wind up dead the wise man said or in a pretty bad way at least. If you keep on kicking against their position you might end up in the belly of the beast. They've got it all sewn up. I asked her back to my place, I think I was a bit pissed. She said, 'I'm not that kind of girl', I said, 'How many kinds exist?' She said, 'The good ones and the bad ones and don't forget your wrist', I said, 'You've got a smart mouth', she said, 'It's one you'll never kiss'. Some indie artist tries his luck to make a streaming service pay. But the major labels take a big cut, they're coining twenty million a day. The artist doesn't even earn enough to buy himself a new set of strings. And now the covid gigs have all dried up, it's time to move on to other things. They've got it all sewn up.
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Back Around
03:39
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Facebook Friends
02:29
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I don't see you, I don't need to, too busy looking at a screen in my hand, and I can't hear you, I've got my earphones, turned up loud while I listen to a band. Some say it's antisocial to wait until my message sends. Maybe I should be more vocal, I'll ask my Facebook friends. We don't speak now, we only tweet now, government tracking every word I say, and there's nowhere to hide when I go outside, cameras monitor me night and day. Some call it paranoia but the surveillance never ends. So I thought I'd ask George Orwell, he's in my Facebook friends. Went to my doctor, I really shocked her, told her I smoked seventy a day. She told me cancer is not the answer to make all my troubles go away. She suggested marijuana, it could pay dividends. So I thought I'd ask Bob Marley, he's in my Facebook friends.
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The Shy Coconut
02:44
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I'm a coconut with a face, wanna take my place in the human race. If you don't accept me please tell me why, but don't expect me to reply 'cause I'm a coconut, shy. I'm a coconut come join us for lunch 'cause I hang out with a lovely bunch. I don't go to discos 'cause I'm on the dole, I stay at home playing Kid Creole. If you're a coconut what have you got? Not a lot.
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David Bowie had a discotheque, Debbie Harry was the cloakroom girl, Gary Numan ran the cocktail bar, Adam Ant was on the disco decks. Burn baby burn. Brian Eno ran the chillout room, Shaun and Bez were dealing drugs in there, henry Rollins kept the drunks at bay, Poly Styrene danced the night away? D.I.S.C.O-theque. Jarvis Cocker was a VIP, Gary Glitter didn't make the list, Ozzy Osbourne cleaned up all the puke, it was favour for the thin white duke.
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Brian Droid Liège, Belgium
Born in St Helens, a chance hearing of Warm Leatherette by The Normal became a defining moment.
12 years on synth
with Psych-freaks Poisoned Electrick Head was followed by a move to Belgium, a solo project - Android 80, and stints with Phantom, and most recently as lead singer of The Loved Drones.
He is author of four books including ‘Take Your Protein Pills – The Poisoned Electrick Head Story'.
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