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Badchild Farsight

by Volcanoes

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Who’s the Badchild Words and music Samson Bedford August 2010 In 1979 a child was born with three eyes One for the future, one for now and the other…..for space invaders You got to be good if you want high scores – got to be hot Time for the mind now - Hadouken Vacate the castles you made so comfortable Futurised he’s 3eyes > and locking on, you’re rubble Stop actor don’t unleash you gob Opinionated, overquoted > wont you get a proper job He’s seen the lies Bought a ticket for a film that should be televised And they’ll remake twice He wont idolise – He’s got the farsight warming up - got to put a stop this Before they make a sequel Two archer’s fingers raised to Hollywood, Selecta respecta - rolls the Badchild’s interllect Ah man those special effects – those special effects man did you, did you see them They we’re like… What’s that noise - radio rap Pitiful lyrics spouted out over sampled tracks Got to protest run rapper run Badchild he’s got the farsight, fry witless scum He’s only warming up – there’s a line of false idols waiting to be cooked Look at them all corrupt Did I say he’s warming – primed and lyrically postal He see’s through walls and his aim is good Guess we’re all just a little bit tired of the lack of substance in our neighbourhoods Minds like zombies and everything’s the same Takes a badchild with a bit of farsight to start a change, now get out the way Was that hip-hop or trip hop Don’t stop until your brain pops Who’s the Badchild
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Harlequins 03:35
Harlequins May 2010 - lyrics and melody Samson Bedford They’re the harlequins They dress code and stick together Their floppy attitudes, designed to repel They’re into only select music But not entirely did they choose it They find out what they should be seen to be liking They follow orders well And they call shots Top the pops Worrisome Them not, them not If you want in, fools try Invitation only their high fives And they aint gonna give out get used to that What are we good for We don’t say the right things anymore We came and we saw Right now they’re electronic They put their hot fuss on it They’re wearing glasses though they see just fine That’s intelligence And their keen to share their numbers if you’re social elite I wanted the attention, wanted in with the clique I said so give me what I need She said I know what you need Well hell what do I need What you need is for your heart to bleed If you get in you don’t hear anymore Cold faces no idea anymore
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Monkey.Gossip.Cross.Tesseract 7.5.2010 lyrics and melody Samson Bedford Turn it off It’s too late for monkey mind Songs that inflict pressure Numbers beat and I bleed time She’s fast asleep her feet do that kicking thing An arm that dreams across my chest A love unquestioned Versus what is on, I digress Four dirty judges smug and rich Tearing out hearts and licking their lips Nobody reads but they gossip a lot And they sit and they knit as the guillotine chops Sent some prayers out Turning my back on Goldilocks Can you dig too deep In hyperspace, I’d wear the cross Fold that Tesseract 4D now but still a fluke And we give ourselves a reason Find the gap and pass it through Another me and her close to touch I want to feel fate but I’m gravity pushed With omniscience, he knows how it ends So we don’t have a choice just time to pretend Musings on light speed, thanks Michio Kaku To the deep freeze in the dead of night Oh silly me I had cheese for supper Logic or Love when they turn out the lights Many many monkeys full of tricks Beating my head and licking their lips I read too much and they gossip a lot Culture was here then the guillotine chopped Another me and her, close to touch He suffered on the cross and I question much Tesseract, Dali, Shakespeare penned Infinity resets and we loved to pretend
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I think I know stuff Reading the News Music and lyrics Samson Bedford August 2010 I think I know stuff Reading the News I don’t know nothing that’s not the truth No I only see What they want me to see And I feel so righteous when they say I’m right But I don’t hear the cries and the screams in the night No I only hear What they want me to here – I don’t know nothing Oh better take a closer look Blip in the details I sniff a cover up Brrrrrp bbbrrrrp, phone of the hook Can’t keep the door shut Shift the East - West Watered down so you don’t protest Turn to page three for some ass and some breast Not your daughter, chill, take a breath First Spin it up and omit the worst Brush it off now deal with the dirt A little white lie never hurt – you should smile for the cameras Oxfords hit, fiddle with the tax Doesn’t look good, no you can’t tell them that Hustling votes from the council flats Chained to the Red Tops Kicking of “they took our jobs” So wise those angry mobs We’re all immigrants here are we not That aint news that’s just gossip The glitterati pointless freaks You know they’ve got PR on it So careful what you see Know the game but not the score Got your head around the war Commodities or protecting shores Did you get what you came for Can’t trust their greed Carbon from their industries And the buck lies with you and me

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released November 28, 2010

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