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Health warning
02:20
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Marijuana...marijuana.
LSD...lsd.
Embasy regal...embassy regal.
Eight cups of tea....eight cups of tea.
Getting high won't solve your problems.
Whatever you do is up to yourself.
But over your shoulder's the most dangerous side effect.
Her majesty's government will damage your health!
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Preacher
03:49
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I'm a human being,no fucking machine.
I know what I want,don't you try to fool me.
I don't want to go to live in the sky.
Don't want to go to heaven,I just wanna die.
Chorus:
Preacher,You'll never rule me.
Preacher,it's insanity.
Preacher,You think you scare me.
Preacher, escape from reality
There's nowhere to run,and nowhere to hide, so when you look me in the eye, I see the thoughts,and see the lies,I can see through your disguise.
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No point(at all)
01:53
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What's the point in living, what's the point in death,what's the point in poverty, what's the point in wealth, what's the point in armies,what are they fighting for,are they there to keep the peace or keep us all at war.
What's the point of God above(or is he down in hell), what's the point in preachers,what are they trying to sell.
What's the point in being good,whats the point in being bad, what's the point in having fun,or the point in being sad. What's the point in staying in,the point in going out, what's the point in screaming ,is this what it's all about.
What's the point in government ,what's the point in law,what's the point in seeing if you don't believe what you saw.
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Washing machine
03:07
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There's a woman on the television day and night, foaming at the mouth, a housewife hero,fresh and white.
But is she happy with her wash,now free of all suspicious stains?No, she's happy cause she's getting cash for washing all our brains, that soak up all the shit they can see and all the lies they can't , and wonder why they want to cry when all the money's spent. On modern cons and sterile dreams, and germ free kids,the bright white lies, of a consumption choked society with gleaming teeth ,and screaming eyes.
Chorus:
Cover up the cracks and now put on a brave new face,
so you can sell your soul and join the new improved in-human race.
In making cash from trash, the new machine is running very well,
because the bright ,white,shiny system ,has wasted lives to sell....
The goods held up for imitation,rammed down eager throats
Clean living,pretty plastic dolls, with brilliant glossy coats.
That cover all the dirt and filth,and truth, the TV pushes.
Say deodorize, and scrub and wipe unpleasantness away.
And with a pill for every ill, improper thoughts are kept in line,
Bow down,pay up,and then you too,can have a corpse like mine.
Conforming to the bright white standard, straight and narrow till you die,
It's wasted lives they're selling, AND WE'RE QUEUING UP TO BUY!
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2000AD
04:29
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The year 2000 is getting near,I wonder if we'll still be here.
Or will they have pushed the button and brought about nuclear destruction!
But then again it may not happen.Join together and we can stop them.
Their germ or nuclear warfare, there'd nothing left to live for after.
No greed or starvation, one world and civilization. No fear of nuclear warfare in a world without a care. all this could really be in the year 2000AD.
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So much fun
02:58
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Come on, come on, the time drags on, for hours and hours you watch the clock. 8 hours a day for 40 years ,you'd give your life for 5 o clock.
At last, it's time,you can go home,to television, food and bed,
Your stomach full,can sleep blot out, the screaming protest in your head?
Chorus:
But everything's alright, cause everybody's laughing,so I laugh too, though I don't feel it inside.
Yes I eat shit for breakfast like a billion other flies.
Packing up my troubles, makes me healthy,wealthy, wise.
Get up ,get out ,it's half past 8, oh!,dear god it's only Tuesday,!
5 days a week for 40 years,You'd give your kingdom for a Friday.
Great! another weekend's here, for getting drunk and sleeping late.
That's so much fun,can't even walk,can't even see,Yeah!,really great!
20,30,40,50,60 now you can retire,
Do the garden,kill the wife,smash the clock,sit by the fire.
And then at last ,you've got more time for getting drunk and sleeping late,
That's so much fun, can hardly breathe,completely deaf.Yeah,really great!
You wake up some sunny Tuesday,shouting"What's that smell?,has someone farted?
Oh fuck! it's me, I'm bloody dead,I've gone and joined the dear departed.
Just like a donkey ,on a treadmill, chasing carrots til you fall,
Then behind the Pearly gates, There's no carrot there at all!
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Revenge
03:17
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Another dark night in a smashed up town,
Another bomb goes off,another building comes down,
Another man dies for an unknown cause,
Another uniform in court,another loophole in the law.
Cries of revenge from the other side
Curses,threats ,a sharpening of knives,
As hearts harden,blood turns to ice,
No time for regrets,no time for advice
Revenge,revenge, it's happening again
Revenge,revenge,it's always the same,
Did you see it on the news last night?
Another riot and another fight
Another riot and another fight.
People fight ,bit they don't know why,
It's an inbred fear and an inbred lie,
Fearing people that you'll never meet
Hating people that you'll never see.
And no one knows the reason why
There is no reason only lies,
There's no truth, it's just an excuse,
An eye for an eye,and a tooth for a tooth.
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Another hero
02:04
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Now you have gone and died,in a cause in which you believed,
A cause really worth fuck all, was it worth it for you to die at all?
You'll have a song now, by the people that you left,
Did your beliefs really have to lead to your death?
Now you have gone and died,Your friends and family left behind,
As the shots ring out across your grave,whats the reason for the life you gave?
Two years on and you're forgotten, a wasted life you died for nothing.
Did you really believe what they told you?
Couldn't you see that they just sold you?
For their cause you paid with death,
More money for them,from your last breath.
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Government issue
02:54
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Look around you,what do you see?
There's a killing machine,and it's on our streets.
It's "do or die" and don't ask why!
It doesn't care about you or me
Public or private it's just the same,
Politicians,' ,War, to them it's a game,
But it's you and me that get maimed.
Government issue, join the Army,
Join the army and get a gun,
Government issue, get a uniform,
Join the army and kill someone,
Government issue, it's a license to kill,
Join the army for another cheap thrill,
Join the army for another cheap thrill.
Trained killers, on our streets,
Now the noise is getting higher,
Can you hear the marching feet?
All they need is the order to fire.
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Killing time
04:10
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Quickly run to catch the train, to turn the wheels of industry, spinning cogs in the machine.
Efficient as the time ticks smoothly, synchronized in perfect balance, mesmerized by repetition.
Time is always of the essence,
Rhyme and reason never end.
The one way streets inside your head, are not in circles ,like they said,
But spiral downwards to the dark, where all that glitters leads the heart.
Your soul will die,your spirit broke, mechanized, you'll take the yoke,
And tread in circles evermore, to twist the truth,just like before.
For those who follow, round and down,
For those who follow , round and down,
For those who follow, round and down,
For those who follow
Blind eyes lead the deaf, the deaf believe the blind,
All dance round in circles, don't get left behind,
Synchronize your watches,
Synchronize your minds,
Keep in step,we're killing time,
Till it's killing time again.
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11. |
Home sweet home
03:01
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So this is home,home sweet home,
Just swig another pint,and it'll kill the boredom,
There's no future left in the place,Anything there was, they've laid to waste,
They've either blown it up or pulled it down,
Yeah ,you're right we're living in a dead town.
Dead town, there's nothing left,
Just broken hearts and wasted breath,
Dead town, the familiar sound,
It's home sweet home as the siren goes round.
And we're all safe in our little ghettos,
Spying at the enemy over the wall.
When the hell are we gonna wake up ,and realize that we're not enemies at all?
Why do we listen to the peddlers of hate?
Behind their guns,they feel so safe,
They keep us locked up in our barbed wire prisons,
we've got to open up our eyes ,before it's too late.
There are people in this town who are making money, preaching the Gospel of hate,
Making profit from propaganda,if someone doesn't stop them,it'll be too late.
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12. |
Us and them
02:19
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What football team do you support?
We'll kill you if you're wrong.
Are you rich and white and C of E ,or parasitic scum?
The gypo's!, yes, they're all the same,
Steal the eyes right from your head,
And as for wogs and Jews and queers,
Subhuman, filthy trash.
Yes,yes,yes,there's plenty more,
Slut,Hun,Taig, woman driver.
Prejudice and bigotry and blanket condemnation,
In our heads and in our homes ,with Jesus on his side,
Someone's preaching hatred ,and calls it national pride.
Chorus:
Fuck the flags and slogans, don't give in to Us and Them,
"We're better than the rest", an old political party game.
Us and Them's the lie that's lead to centuries of war,
People slaughter people,what are people fighting for ?
A soldier aims his rifle, because its Them he lives to fight,
Doesn't see the person weep in terror in his sights,
Enemy is all he see's, a hated uniform,
Pulls the trigger,strange, the bastard's blood is red and warm.
Fear ,suspicion and mistrust, keep passions running deep,
But we are social animals, just like bloody sheep,
We have to flock together,but thinking's not a crime,
Remember Ye,... the dead alone are bastards all the time!
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13. |
Asylum
02:13
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Fed up ,got nothing to do,
Got no booze ,got no glue,
I sniffed the last of it,
My mushrooms made me sick!
Asylum in a trap
Well what a load of Crap!
Asylum, nothing new,
Assholes boring you.
Asylum,nothing new,
Assholes boring you.
We gotta get out of here!
Just let me have a beer,
Authority, stop! stop!
A government asylum trap?
This country's gone to waste
A third world war we'll face,
Maybe if you're lucky you'll die,
Then no one will cry.
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14. |
Three blind sheep
02:27
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well, let's face it, there was probably lots of alcohol involved, and more besides.......................Hee hee
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15. |
Air on a G string
05:01
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I think we must have progressed to the Weed by this stage !!!!
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Asylum Belfast, UK
Asylum were a Punk band from Belfast Northern Ireland. They formed around 1981 and split around 1988.
In 1985 they
recorded a 15 track Demo album. In 1986 they recorded an additional 5 tracks for the "We will be free " album with fellow Belfast bands Stalag 17 and Toxic waste. That album was released on Conflicts' Mortarhate label.
The bands music is hardcore punk with an anarchic sense of humour.
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Asylum recommends:
The Day The Country Died
by Subhumans
Truly one of the greatest bands on the planet!
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I got into the Subhumans via a cassette tape that was available via the excellent New Crimes Fanzine back in 1981. These songs remind me of that excellent and then new grassroots anarchist punk period. The said cassette tape is available on YouTube....give it a blast. Acne, chips and peas to yas all 🤗 https://youtu.be/PYOvwtFr8Kg
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Still Having Fun
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supported by 4 fans who also own “Asylum Demo”
Excellent band, play loud and more and more. Beaucoup de souvenirs, surtout lorsque j'ai écouté leur morceaux sur la compilation Riotous assembly Mary Whithouse en 82...j'avais adoré ! Vive l'alternative, No passaran ! .
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fuck fox hunting, support animals and sod the Tory scum
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Contagious Life MLP
by Permission
Frantic anarcho-punk from London’s Permission, boasting battering-ram guitars and scraped-up, maniacal vocals.
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