Foma
by WOAHNOWS
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Digital Album
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Go
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Collective Asperation
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Packets of People
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Foma
03:11
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Poor Greedy Poor
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released 21 September 2012
Recorded by the wonderful James Bragg at Middle Farm Studios.
Recorded by the wonderful James Bragg at Middle Farm Studios.
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- Track Name: Go
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It shakes, the ground keeps doing that,
I guess it’s fighting back, now it’s skin is plagued
Clever fools, so modest and appealing
All reaching for the stars, keep pulling down the ceiling
And you, you talk so well,
But you just don’t listen.
Kick out the fumes, bury the trees,
Don’t need no scientists, when we can do as we please
Fight to defend, are you born to colide?
Are you speaking your fables, do you hide?
If these lies, hold the world so steady,
Just make them known - Track Name: Collective Asperation
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Just heard them saying,
You’ve got yourself to blame,
Standing divided,
Standing so far away.
They don’t do collective asperation now, it’s true,
They don't do, Collective asperation.
Now we’re lying and stealing,
Get out of this place, get away from this feeling.
For, now
A sweet trap, a borrowed feeling
A vegas nerve elavation, or an argon share sensation
Slow down
We don’t do collective asperation now, it’s true,
We hurt hard and blame ourselves like good men do.
So sure as hell, anger makes us stupid
I'm a nervous man,
Feels like I've got a good reason now.
What a mess we’ve made,
What a beautiful mess you made
I can still hear them crying
What a game to play,
What fucking fucked up game to play
I can still hear them crying - Track Name: Packets of People
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Pull and twist, with your stereo smile,
Pick them up like a parent
Let them down so painfully
They all wish for a moment to call on
You bend minutes round
Melt them down like a second to spill.
Paul he knows,
She’s still aching to be,
Tie my mind to her lungs,
Tie your hopes to uncertainty
Guess again as you follow yourself home,
Will you do as you say?
Will you do as you’re told?
Cut them down, on your way
No more bent, honesty
Just know I hate pretending,
Painful and, plain to see
Waiting so patiently,
Feels like a long time coming
Settle down, all the way
Cut them down, On your way - Track Name: Foma
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It’s all foma, and newspeak
Dying to live, and screaming silently
What’s the game, they’re all playing?
No damn cat, no damn cradle,
No more words to learn, it’s for the best.
These pages speak so loud but they’re still drowned right out,
By screens that scream and shout, blocking your questions out,
It’s so hard to be afraid
It’s so hard to be afraid,
When you never stopped to think
These boxes scream and shout,
Chew up the words,
And spit them out - Track Name: Poor Greedy Poor
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If this is the life, I’d rather be dead,
Living to work, living dispair
Honestly honesty,
Never a share
Please hold me down,
And slit my throat,
If count me out,
Don’t rock your boat
If these are the facts,
You’d better be scared
I could read and learn,
Or drink and forget
Promises promises,
Don’t even dare.
I’m getting a little ahead of myself,
Just basking in beautiful torment,
It won’t get you far.
I struggle sometimes when I look but don’t see
There’s no body listening,
I wish I could be your voice
