1. |
Oxygen
03:41
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Oxygen - lyrics
I wanna be kissed by your fire
I wanna be washed in your tears
Oxygen - I need another hit
Grounded - I gotta feel the clay
Find me, lose me, thrill me, kill me
I don't care
I wanna be appeased by the presence of your anarchy
Repeal the need for torture in your sense of Wiccan ecstasy
I wanna be kissed by your fire, by your flames, by your uncontrollable passion
I wanna be washed in your tears, in your oceans of unforgettable memories
Oxygen - I need another hit
Grounded - I gotta feel the clay
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2. |
Ready Now
03:14
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Ready Now - lyrics
The Child King
Reaches in
To the white flames of illumination.
He wants to grasp them, in this roofless cathedral, under the night sky.
With his splintered throne, waiting ...
But from deep in the earth
Comes a rumbling voice
Shattering everything
On this plastic screen
We call reality
I'm not ready!
But I'm telling you,
That I'm coming home.
To take my rightful place.
I’m ready now.
Ready now.
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3. |
Roman
03:26
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Roman - lyrics
I want you to help me dream
My way into this fantasy
I’d like to think we were the ones
Who could cover everyone
In our mysteries
But you’ve gotta be hopeless
And you've gotta be helpless
And then you can worship me
You can mythologise everything
Coz I'm a Roman
And I'm hunting down the Celtic gods
I’m a Roman
Counterfeiting souls
So ya found your way to my labyrinth?
I wanted you to meet me here
From behind my facade I can help you control nothing.
Find the liberator
Coz I'm a Roman
And I'm hunting down the Celtic gods
I’m a Roman
Am I seeking out the food of love?
Am I seeking?
Am I?
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4. |
Rolly Rooster
03:28
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Rolly Rooster - lyrics
They’re selling you back your souls
In plastic wrappers
With the colourful logos
Of the corporate elite
And their sacred profit motive
They’re selling you back your souls
Your name is Rolly Rooster
They’re selling you back your souls
In plastic wrappers
They’re helping you feel beautiful
They're gonna make you feel so strong
They’re letting you feel wonderful
They’re gonna help you get it on
They’re selling you back your souls
Your name is Rolly Rooster
They’re selling you back your souls
In plastic wrappers
And we’re buying them back
And they’re going cheap
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Severins Melbourne, Australia
Severins are an indie post-punk psychedelic art rock band, based in Melbourne.
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Post-punk that's not afraid to experiment with structure or sonics.
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Post-punk. Brilliantly infectious hard grooves, creative song structures. Get listening to it now!
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