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Electrified, synthesized, modified - bona fide. A synthpop girl in a synthpop world, looking at the synthpop universe. Electrostatic stars and the neon moon - tonight we're gonna party like it's 1982.
Electrified paradise. Neon lights, dry ice. Automate, and aviate. Integrate, and celebrate. Airwaves crackle, diodes fuse. The future that we live in was designed in '52.
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Child Of The 80s
03:25
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I can walk, I can talk, and dispense ridicule
And I understand irony better than you
Kitsch and chic - retro clique - I make lists in my sleep
Now my time has arrived - it's already archived!
Sequential retrospectives in the nation's collective
We're blinded to the folly of our past misdirectives
Watching revivals and mid-life crises dodging from the fallout of nostalgic reprisals
(woah!)
Suddenly everybody rates me because I'm a child of the 80s
Decadence to the sound of a Fairlight on heat
Getting loaded on spacedust and Rene Magritte
Aquaducts on the moon
Reading books just to prove that our time had arrived - the time of our lives!
It was silicon carnage once the decade had started
From the disaffected masses - and the masses were artists
Meteor arclights lit the dancefloor by starlight
Driving through the Dresden underpasses at midnight
(woah!)
Suddenly everybody rates me because I'm a child of the 80s
We're living in the 80s
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I Am Gothic
03:41
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Step inside, candle lights my despairing gloom
I'm just no brooding teen - I'm considered abstruse
It's so sparse being dark, can't you feel my pain?
People are all the same. They isolate my ways
Catch the ghost train to the centre of my heart (then the dark will rise again)
I am potent, I'm profound (then the clouds will part)
I am gothic
I am pale
I am scary
I'm insane
I'm a loner
I am cold
I feel special when people don't phone
Obscurum per obscurius
Ignotum per ignotius
It's no clique, I'm a freak - I don't like your bands
I don't put any effort in, it's just how I am
I'm disturbed, I feel hurt, I'm intense - that's me
Writing poetry (incandescently)
I'm a misfit for I study the occult (I am three dimensional)
Just admit you're terrified (But I've got no friends)
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Spaced
03:46
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I always thought I was in control
I always thought that my life was whole
I always thought you'd be good for me
I always thought that you were out of my league
And now I know we're never gonna be together
Won't let go. I'm holding on forever.
You only need to look at me and I know in my heart I can never break free
We'll be together
If it takes until the end of my life to make you realise that together we're right
We'll be together
And now your sun sets for pastures new
Don't look behind if I'm following you
I'm only here for that One Last Chance
I'm only here cos it's what destiny planned
And now I know we're gonna be together
Won't let go, I'm holding on forever
You only need to look at me...
I lived my life, cleared my mind
Took the chance when it came down the line
I listened to my heart's desire
Not wanting to hear the one thing, the one thing that now I know
Now I know......
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5. |
I Kill With My Car
03:11
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Rubber on tarmac
Grip the wheel
Cold chrome heartbeat
Stainless steel
Come on baby
Take that step
In front of me and certain death
I kill with my car
Heaters rattle
Start to sweat
Girl / machine
In harmonic depth
Abandoned senses
Now replete
You're my baby hot and sweet
Hurling pensioners asunder, grinding pets and kids to dust
I kill with my car
It's a sexual thrill - max power high - complete control
It's inadequacies which disappear when on the road
It's inadequacies caused me to fit this stereo
It's society's fault I'm here at all
Rubber on tarmac
Grip the ground
Pounding heartbeat
Perspiring brow
Come on baby
Clutch control
It's in that sensitivity I overload
I kill with my car
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Comeback
03:48
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I followed you to live with beatniks by the Seine
We crossed the Tundra - and I never once complained
I braved the unwashed masses just to be with you
Though, to be fair, you did provide picturesque views
I told you I'd grab all the stars for you down from the haze
You told me "Thanks" but you "don't have much use for stars these days"
Don't feel the need to lie but, please, give me some response because all I really want is you to
Come back! Listen to me whine
Come back! Repay me for my time, I want
Comeback! For all the things you said
It's like we never broke up, which - of course - we never did.
The wallpaper was peeling and the ambience was grim
The conversation stilted and the silence deafening
That's the day we met. As time went by, it just got worse
Christ knows why I ever fancied you at first
These raging doubts pursue me that I never got enough
The days go by, and I still try for closure on our love
This far down the line my obsession's just for you - but it's obsession for one simple fact
Please, will you just
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I keep missing the love boat through no fault of mine
Someone has sabotaged the boarding times
I keep missing the love boat - my days all begin
Wading back to drier land with rapidly deflating water wings
Anyway
I keep missing the love boat, my friends are astern
They wave to me - but don't seem too concerned that I'm missing the love boat
I'm getting annoyed
I'm also getting far too old to spend my time ignored by cabin boys
Anyway
It creeps round the headland - I launch my emergency flares
But emergency flares don't even evoke a reaction and I'm stranded again
I keep missing the love boat cos everybody is aesthetically more pleasing than me
I keep missing the love boat cos other people show up my personality flaws
I keep missing the love boat so I'll lie here and drown. No, maybe not, then - just a lie down
And abandon the love boat, romance, love and fate
I never really wanted to go on your silly ship anyway
Anyway
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Yes, it's commended to donate your brain to science - perhaps you should have waited till you died
My vitriolic dreaming. A wet road - headlights gleaming...
No. That's too easy. Too contrived.
It's war, boys, the battle lines are drawn
There's nothing you can do, so settle back
And let us scorn the hopeful paths you forged - long lost to gross incompetence
Inadequacy Monuments
Perhaps you'd better leave it to the girls, boys - we know what to do
Leave it to the girls, boys, you're returnable, unused
You've screwed up for the last time, but now's not the time for blame
Leave it to the girls, boys. For evolution's sake
You say you treat me as an equal, treat me as a human being, whilst you treat me to your well-worn repartee
Look at the way you're drooling - attempting cool!
You're just my vacant puppet - my performing seal
Oh we bow down to your gullibility (formed by self-belief and high delusion of ability)
Your prowess leaves a lot to be desired, but we'll still lie if it makes you feel important, big boy
But leave the rest to the girls, boys.
Don't think that we're unrealistic
Don't believe the fake statistics
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Heatwavers
03:50
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I saw the morning come - I don't know why, it wasn't much fun to miss my sleep just for this song
In the still night air at 4am the sun was there!
...but we all knew that all along
And now I'm sitting in the shade of the trees
A distant jetplane somewhere leaves
We're all so happy that it's summer, empty weeks stretch to the sun.
Here come the heatwavers!
Obssessed in love and should know better
Heatwavers
Optimistic kind and clever
This summer's only going to last another day
All summer long pollen you never knew existed comes along
Heatwavers
Crawling from their faceless places
Heatwavers - everyone's an expert now you're heatwavers
We have got the reasons for you
A little rain flows by, we fear the rain and hide inside
Ah, well. To rest won't do much harm
Just go right back to sleep, emotions build up in the heat
It's all so very still and calm
A sudden burst of disco music fills the air
A shout goes up and every one is right there
We're all so happy that it's summer, though it's coming to an end
And everybody is a heatwaver
Dreaming of electric city
Heatwavers - charming, debonair and witty
Heatwavers never see the signs till it's too late
Let's hear it for the heatwavers
They're what's cool and we know nothing
Heatwavers
Life's a beach, they just keep singing
Someone really isn't too cool
And that means you
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She's A Brainiac
03:22
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I'm an also-ran in her company
A supporting role in her biography
Her friends are clever, her friends are artists
But when I'm with her my syntax is disarming
Walking tall in my imagination
Stunted by my inarticulation
I'm blurting nonsense out of sheer blind terror
There's stuff I need to say, but perhaps I'd just not better
Cos she's a brainiac
She'll never be impressed by you and never get undressed by you
She's a brainiac
You're out of your depth, not waving, but drowning
I should abandon hope - that much is obvious
But when my head says "STOP!" my heart's oblivious
If I was smarter then I'd know what to do
If I knew someone smart then she'd know what to do
My sense of being pales to her existance
She'll talk for hours and I'll drool on every sentence
She talks of Nietzsche and I'm nodding but I'm fading
I'll bluff my way but I'm never gonna make it
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So Close
04:01
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I kissed the lips of glory, success stroked my hair
Victory and I ran hand in hand through the autumn air
But now I'm sinking in quicksand, squinting into the void
And it's science that I blame cos I came
So Close!
To my utopian vision
So Close!
Denied by mathematicians
So Close!
Viewed from the right perspective
So Close!
I missed by inches - missed by miles....
Although the point in space keeping us apart was infinitely small
I theorised I'd never reach my indivisible goal
So now I'd rather be anywhere than this close to you
Curse you physics, curse you Zeno!
So Close!
See how heartbreaking this is?
So Close!
Kept apart by the laws of physics
So Close!
I want it all - and badly!
So Close!
To being happy...
How close can I get when Cupid's arrow is always doomed to stall halfway to your heart?
So Close!
I checked and checked for errors
So Close!
But in love, war, time and space there's no half-measure
So Close!
You can't argue with divine designs I'm
So Close!
To an all-powerful god creating a wall he can't jump
(How close can I get)
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12. |
Fashion Stigmata
03:10
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Never been a fashion victim, "the scene" - it's not my bag
Till one day I woke up and found myself a walking chainstore ad
When I bleed, I bleed in logos spread across my arms and legs
Don't think me fraudulent, I found a kitemark on my neck
Christ, it's fucking painful, but at least it saves some cash
And it's worth it - all this torment - for a fashionable rash...
We live and we breathe brand names and TV
You are a fashion icon
We look to your wounds to show us the truth
You are the fashion goddess
It's not all catwalk chic, it gets really quite passe
Collections change, my scars remain - and my knees are now out of date
And I'm being sued by Nike for infringement and distress
That was caused to the consumers by my appearance in the press
Sometimes, I want to end it all. My life is getting hard
But only since "Just Do It" emerged upon my palms
Armani armani ar-ar-armani
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13. |
So, This Is It Then
03:19
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So...this is it then?
I somehow expected more for my money than these bouncy walls and food through a straw
This is it then?
I finally get time on my own cos my thoughts have gone on voyages of metaphors
Like so..
" Life's a balloon of regret and frustration blown out of proportion and launched on the breeze
We'll all watch it blow over blustery commons and trudge home complaining it's stuck in a tree"
So...this is it then?
I can't say I'm not quite at ease with the comfy care and Chloroform you're all giving me
This is it then?
A flash! A spark on the jet!
I didn't know my memories made such pretty effects...
But my memory resembles a super-8 film where the poor resolution hides key subtleties
Perpetual playing finds details mutate 'till my life's rendered wayward as plot holes dilate
Jaw dropping sunsets and dormobiles. Hay lofts. Romance in warm fields and ice cream. Soft cappucino skies. Irate parents with bloodshot eyes. But now my life seems to be like the week after Christmas when it rains, and you're sick, on a loop. It's torment. Unbearable deadlock of tablets, injections and jaw-dropping sunsets
So...this is it then?
The knockout stage of the show! I'm still holding out for money (or two weeks in the snow)
This is it then?
The thumping deafens the sound. I wonder if I get to play the tie-breaker round?
But my memory is fading, if I've said this before then I'm sorry but I can't remember verse four
" The times I've spent frantically stressed, I regret"
So there
That's the moral
Do with it as you see fit
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Whizz For Atoms
03:22
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Don't You Know Who I Am?
03:34
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Don't Go
03:19
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Living In Xenon
05:46
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We Are The Martians
03:19
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The Debonair Spy
02:08
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Singing For England
07:23
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Steppin' Up Steppin' In
03:33
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Child Of The 80s 2008
03:22
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We Are Gothic
03:41
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Every day, people say, "I am such a freak,"
Leaving scars, till they are, disenfranchised and weak.
But I see, underneath, through the skin and bone,
We are no more unknown, than we are on our own.
Bound together, all of us are just the same.
Though they call us diff'rent names…
We are gothic,
We are one,
Stolen darkness
From the sun!
We're the children
Of the night,
Casting shadows in the pale moonlight!
Wearing black, front to back, are we vanishing,
Or are we, breaking free, like a bat and its wings?
Do we hide, terrified, shaking in our shells,
Or reveal ourselves, and raise a little hell?
We're the creatures we were always meant to be.
Raise your voice and sing with me…
Growing from our whispers, screams
Are calling sisters, brothers,
Bring to life a world of dreams
In which nobody's "other."
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Spray Lancashire, UK
Ric and Jen were members of 21st century pop terrorists The Cuban Boys, who topped John Peel's Festive 50 and the UK singles
charts.
Their offshoot project Spray predicted the electropop boom, unfortunately much too early for them to cash in. They released two albums in 2002 and 2006.
In 2016 they released their first full length studio album in 10 years - 'Enforced Fun'.
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