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D.O.D.
09:35
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This is the death of discourse
This is the degradation of reason
There will be no appeasing him
This is the death of discourse
We are a congregation of heathens
Accused of a cardinal sin
If you wanna go at me you better know what you're gonna say
I don't really think you do but you're gonna say it anyway
This is the death of discourse
This is the degradation of reason
I bleed what my ancestors bleed
This is the death of discourse
I feel like I've been accused of treason
But I know how my history reads
If you wanna go at me you better know what you're gonna say
I don't really think you do but you're gonna say it anyway
D.O.D.
He don't wanna talk
He don't wanna listen
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2. |
There is a Jungle
05:42
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There is a jungle and it's over the water
under the canopy lie mothers and daughters
and fathers and sons, fleeing the slaughter
There is a jungle and it's over the water
There is a graveyard and it's under the water
down on the seabed lie mothers and daughters
in permanent sleep, like others before them
There is a graveyard and it's under the water
There is a jungle and it's over the water
where desperate souls fleeing the mortars
are trapped on our shores and we're closing the border
There is a jungle and it's over the water
There is a jungle and it's over the water
under the canopy lie mothers and daughters
and fathers and sons, fleeing the slaughter
There is a jungle...
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3. |
The Remedy
06:13
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You are the firmament
I am impermanent
I'll write a eulogy
but you are the remedy
If only they knew the paths that passed behind you
another waiting room, another world to pass through
another double door, another form in your hands
another box to sign to say you'll understand
and I just sit there, upon a plasticky chair
behind a windowpane - gives the illusion of air
and as the hours pass, I do the best that I can
I offer platitudes whilst holding out my hand
You are the firmament
I am impermanent
I'll write a eulogy
but you are the remedy
When I'm inconsolable
you help to solve it all
I'll write a eulogy
but you are the remedy
There is a memory that I could never replace
of the resilience, as it was, etched on your face
It brings me down some days.
You tolerate the absurdity with which I justify my every word.
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4. |
Submit (Live)
06:12
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Stay away from me, I won't ask again
I'm to young to care, too tired to pretend
'cause each time you touch me, another piece crumbles away
Stay away from me, I know just what you are
I've seen it all before. I won't play the part
There's an anger runs through my veins.
Often times before, I haven't made a sound
but touch me there again and I'll put you on the ground
There's an anger runs through my veins
'cause each time you touch me another piece another piece crumbles away.
Each time you touch me, another piece crumbles.
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5. |
Terra Firma (Live)
04:09
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6. |
Unite (Live)
05:34
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We all feel a seed is sown
We all feel an anger grow
Where did all the money go?
Living uniform routine
just another cog in the machine
paying off your childhood dreams
Living in a town you know
A shadow of itself from long ago
where did all the money go?
Looking for a blame to pass
Schooled by a lock-stock-trading class
never to be taken to task.
Desire to divide and shame
I want to pour petrol on the flames
A need to shout 'never in my name'
We are generation rent
we will not endorse this government
we are the 48%!
Brothers and sisters unite in love.
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AGBEKO Manchester, UK
AGBEKO are a high-octane afro-rock-funk-psych 11-piece from Manchester, UK.
Agbeko
effortlessly draw inspiration from the golden age of 1970s’ Nigerian, Ghanaian and Ethiopian dancefloors and deliver it through the filter of 11 young twenty-somethings who grew up on rock, funk and jazz.
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