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by Weaponess

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1.
Vacuum Boy 07:07
VACUUM BOY (All lyrics written by Adam Weston, December 2011 – May 2012) I grew up in a vacuum Everything to its own tune I’ve heard nature abhors me But I’ve found others who don’t need to breathe This air you prefer – people breathe it everywhere, such an oddity They wheeze it in and spit it out – it’s ‘economy’; a commodity I resort to facetiousness To deal with part-time existentialists ‘Share if you support second-hand opinions’ Say the bandwagon’s minions Oh, I’ll stay awake for you all day No, I’ll never see wrong in you Oh, my body has seen better days but I’ll hold the sun up for your wrath It’s a matter of infinite hope – I’m not going to judge you for watching soaps’ Omnibuses jack-knife themselves In the valley by the stagnant stream Eckleburg scolds The anatomy of ‘the mould’ But pyjamas and 'cheap plonk’ and trashy chick-flicks Don’t constitute the cuckold I’ll hold the sun aloft for your wrath With a rubber glove on each hand Acceptance before embracement Handshakes before hugs That’s not to say I’m cold Probably just bored Alone with my monolith Waiting for the star-child Oh, I’ll stay awake for you all day No, I’ll never see wrong in you Oh, my sanity’s seen better days but I’ll hold the sun up for your wrath
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Stroganov 04:05
STROGANOV (All lyrics written by Adam Weston, June – November 2011) I don’t care About your cough We live in too small a town For a crook to transcend into a Stroganov This town’s still alive I’ve seen it squirm You don’t get to pull its plug You don’t get to step on this worm; I’m firm When you call me up I can hear your smirk Whistle up your pit-bull bitch She’ll do your dirty work – bat her ‘lids or go berserk So you bought all the hotels But they’re only on the browns You’re trying to cram this town into your wallet Whilst little green houses tumble from it I didn't want to say What it is you said I never want to do What you did I never want to have Your haughty girlfriend Industrialist cadaver Fat-cat road-kill king of haggle Let me take you back To before little Dominic was shot Did you have tycoon posters on your walls? Did you heed the solipsistic one in some asketic paradox? I’ve known people like you Subtle psychopaths Empathise until the end of the month You could have me killed or you could have a laugh I didn't want to say What it is you said I never want to do What you did I never want to have Your haughty girlfriend Industrialist cadaver Fat-cat road-kill king of haggle WOOOAAHHHHHRRRRRGGGGHHH
3.
TASTE THE AIR (All lyrics written by Adam Weston, January 2011 – March 2012) I am alive in someone else’s brain Running, searching expanses of shame If it ever ends, it will always end the same ‘Cos we’re all dupes to the taste of rain As we're jumping over synapses Feel the voltage at the word ‘exist’ My being here does not mean I mix All veins are the same when they’re drenched in vain I think you need to get outside Just to taste the air (I think you need...) I think you need to settle down Need to cut your hair (I think you need...) You won’t survive with the idealised Way you live your life I think you need to go outside to taste the air Humbled, I stumble over my ego For starving the id, I scold, I scold The 'ideal observer’ theory debunked The ideal subject is what I’ve become I think you need to step outside Just to taste the air (I think you need...) QC caught sleeping on the job You let him cut me off The chief has euthanised me; now there’s no air to taste My darkness was only ever ripening love, misdeemed as rot – Nothing that can’t be fixed with an orbitoclast I think you need to go outside to taste the air (The 'ideal observer' theory debunked) (The ideal subject is what I've become)

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released June 30, 2012

Weaponess is:

Adam Weston - Vocals/Guitar
Adam Ledger - Drums
Cameron Moitt - Guitar
Alex Brien - Bass

All music written and performed by Weaponess.
All lyrics written by Adam Weston.
Recorded, produced and mixed by Weaponess.
Mastered by Matt Barnard and Weaponess.
Art direction by Ryan Irvine.
Additional laughter in 'Stroganov' by Freddy Vinehill-Cliffe, Glen Matthews and Adam Weston.

Honourable mentions: Ryan Irvine, Matt Barnard, Rowan Oliver and Dave Emery.

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