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Skunk Anansie
Skunk Anansie


Информация
Откуда London, England
Жанры Rock
Britrock
Alternative Rock
Годы 1994—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Virgin Records
One Little Indian Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Mark Richardson
Skin
Cass
Ace
Бывшие участники
Robbie France



Альбом Skunk Anansie


Post Orgasmic Chill (22.03.1999)
22.03.1999
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Post Orgasmic Sleep (Japanese bonus track)
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I awake, from blood thick dreams, washing blame, from my knees,
softly done, so secretly, I'm awake as charlie sleeps
a lone brother, a lone sister, a home cover, alone
I awake, dry the scream, spit the vile breath, till my tongue bleeds,
thinks it's all gone, famously, broke the hard girl, good to please
a lone brother, a lone sister, a home cover, alone
Tell it like it is, tell it like it is, tell the sordid truth,
tell them, tell it like it is, tell them.
a lone brother, a lone sister, a home cover, alone

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Skinny kack para, para dutty dykie nigger,
sell out whitey liberals who hang with blackie sinners,
Skinny kack para, para dutty dykie nigger,
sell out whitey liberals who hang with blackie sinners
On my hotel t.v, on my hotel t.v, private hotel t.v,
on my hotel t.v, turn it off
They, they, they, they, who the fuck are they?
you think that your conspiracies are the crux of all my theories
They, they, they, gay, who the fuck is gay?
how dare I have a view & a verscae tattoo
On my hotel t.v, on my hotel t.v, private hotel t.v,
on my hotel t.v, turn it off
I can see, you want this war, there you will find your god
black black black black black black
white white white white white white
On my hotel t.v, on my hotel t.v, private hotel t.v,
on my hotel t.v, fucking on my t.v, fucking on my t.v, on my hotel t.v, private hotel t.v

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Succulent white, secrete revenge, god gives right for you & your laws,
you kill & dine, in cold sublime
God licks your face cos we don't need, who you are,
we dont need, who you are, cos we don't need, who you think you are
Cute nigger views, in sweet terrain, choke it blind so lame tourist news,
step back in time, grieving minds
God licks your face cos we don't need, who you are, we dont need,
who you are, cos we don't need, who you think you are
God licks your face - just like your dog
starve the minds and drain the face, segregate shit nigga race,
cry for credible debate, but now them blackies legislate
so leave for anglo-aussie shores, there you'll find your heaven, as we all start again
cos we don't need, who you are, we don’t need, who you are, ‘cos we don't need, who you think you are
starve the minds and drain the face, segregate shit nigger race, but now them blackies legislate

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And when I feel like I'm a victim, I will come running home to you,
and I will weep like I will change, when I come running home to you
I make you believe that I'm a changed girl, that I'm honest good & pure,
then I'll drag you through my shit again, 'cos I know you'll love me more
I love how your world adores my gutter mind, this reflection says it all,
so how I will let you go my baby, let you fall
And when I feel like I'm a victim, I will come running home to you,
and I will weep like I will change, when I come running home to you
And all of your rosy scanned up wrist bands, make me crucify you more
with all of your blood, encrusted small finds,
kiss restraint & it's just cause so see the survivor in control now,
I'm the whore you knew I was, look at the changed girl good & pure, on tracy's floor
I'll come running, I'll come running I'll running right back to you (repeat)

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You have seen me lie,
you have seen me crucify respect,
seen redundant eyes,
seen the tension stagger to the mike
Made the bed too high,
have to slad on matey floors of sin,
slap the face too sane,
see the face too wet as I, deny - myself, deny
Get off, get off me, get off, get off me, get off, get off me, get off, get off me Bet ya posing hard, so secure a smacked up cuntie bitch,
now you're stuck for words, scrambling for sarcastic wit
But i got that special knowledge, of the crap that makes your skank head tick.
All that brave you like, all that shirty pretence, you deny - yourself deny
Get off, get off me, get off, get off me, get off, get off me, get off, get off me

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Sometimes all the moments, that we savoured for the last,
get crushed between the good & bad, from pressures we have had,
but you know I can't conceive the day, when feeling run too high,
to work out all the stale terrain, emotions try to hide, when I try,
lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it all seems like bad means,
when lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to smoke alone
These shattered ties with no comprise, fall through this fragile hell,
the drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip, too exhausted to rebel, then i try
lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it all seems like bad means,
when lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to smoke alone

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I've been biding my time
Been so subtly kind
I've got to think so selfishly
'Cos you're the face inside of me

I've been biding my days
You see
Evidently it pays
I've been a friend with unbiased views
Then secretly lust after you

So now you feel rusty
You're bored and bemused
You wanna do someone else
So you should be by yourself
Instead of here with me
Secretly

Trying hard to think pure
Bloody hard when I'm raw
You're talking out so sexually
About boys and girls
And your friggin' dreams

So now you feel lusty you're hot and confused
You wanna do someone else
So you should be by yourself
Instead of here with me
Secretly

So now you've been busted
You're caught feeling used
You had to do, someone else
You should have been by yourself

You had to do, someone else

You should have been by yourself
Instead of here with me
Secretly, secretly.

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Though you're lost in me, you have to see, when things, ain't right,
funny memories, won't fill this need, when things, ain't right.
safe mistakes, I have made, get burnt up inside my head,
fatal sees, but never believes, the love that it saved wants death.
Friends die hard, but lovers conceive.
The vibe that they hold will please, smothered by, sexual needs,
the fade as the days go by.
Some things, don't go as you want them to,
good things, they don't always come to you

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I know too well,
I know these lines,
I've seen them smothered,
in sleek ridicule.

A seedy smile,
they think they've scored,
but I know morning comes
and babes alone again, too alone again

So what can I do,
with cheap honesty,
you're giving me more than I can see,
but I'm to cool to say,
that I want it all my way,
get blasted by this sincerity.

I wish I had,
the streets full view,
these people screaming,
through their settled loves.

So I pretend,
so mellowed out,
too teasing,
weak enough to long for,
home again, lovely home again

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Survived, tonight, I may be going down,
'cuz everything goes round too, tight, tonight,
and as you watch me crawl, you stand for more.
and your panic stricken, blood will thicken up, tonight
'Cuz I don't want you, to forgive me,
you'll follow me down, you'll follow me down,
you'll follow me down
Survive tonight, (I see your) head's exposed,
so we shall kill, constructive might, its alright,
as your emotions fool you, (my) strong will rule,
and your panic stricken, blood will thicken up, tonight
'Cuz I don't want you, to forgive me,
you'll follow me down, you'll follow me down,
you'll follow me down

I won't feel restraint, watching you close sense down,
I can't compensate, that's more than I've got to give.

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I've been there & your, frigid wit was far too greasy,
ain't so slick, & it ain't so damn profound
I've been there done that, grilling that sadly sleazy,
ain't so scared, of your cool, so underground, & this is nothing,
that I thought I had, & this is nothing, that I thought I had, with you
with you, with you
you've been there, an' you reckon it was bubble lovie,
flirty babe, now your thang has run around.
Still bored here, watch your slithering, so very waxy,
bass thumps clear, & your bitch won't, make a sound

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Another useless fight, saddened words ring true,
leaving like a saint, still clouds follow you,
I've been behind your wall of words,
your sneaky with facts,
Look who's talking, now I've seen through cracks,
not so dead afraid,
No I'm not afraid, now you've all the light
Beauty's all you are, friends for days & eternal nights,
solid head for life, craving all this might
now you've all the light, still I feel you, by my side,
nothing's useless now, friends have always time to try,
the selfish hands hold me, now I wander far

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Post Orgasmic Sleep

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