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Bishkek All Over Again
03:36
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I'm on my way to Bishkek
Gonna rock this city till the break of dawn
I'm on fire like Victory Square
I'm riding high like Manas reborn
Bishkek, Bishkek
(Bishy Bishy Bishkek)
The city that never sleeps
Bishkek, Bishkek
(Bishy Bishy Bishkek)
The place where my heart keeps beating
I hit the streets and start to roam
The energy here is like no other place I've ever known
The whole market moves to the beat
Leave me alone; this lady will pay for everything
Bishkek, Bishkek
(Bishy Bishy Bishkek)
The city that never sleeps
Bishkek, Bishkek
(Bishy Bishy Bishkek)
The place where my heart keeps beating
This city's got a pulse that's hard to ignore
I can't help but feel it deep down in my core
I'm not ready to say my goodbyes
The jewel of Kyrgyzstan, my oh my oh my
Bishkek, Bishkek
(Bishy Bishy Bishkek)
The city that never sleeps
Bishkek, Bishkek
(Bishy Bishy Bishkek)
The place where my heart keeps beating
When I return to you
My face splits into a grin
I know just what we'll do
Bishkek all over again
Bishkek, Bishkek
(Bishy Bishy Bishkek)
The city that never sleeps
Bishkek, Bishkek
(Bishy Bishy Bishkek)
The place where my heart keeps beating
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2. |
Advertise This
03:06
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The bottle says stress resist,
‘Sounds like bliss’ I think,
As I lather, rinse, repeat,
But the stress doesn’t fade,
I just smell a little more great,
L’Oreal should be fucking ashamed.
And once I’m dried down,
I spray myself with Lynx,
The advert told me it makes the ladies wink,
But when I came downstairs,
“You smell like a teenager”
My wife said as she winced.
Marketing is for fucking liars
I said marketing is for fucking liars
So I head to work, grumbling away,
And I need a lift to brighten my day,
I grab a Red Bull to give me wings,
When the caffeine hit I felt a surge,
Until the tiredness hit me like a curse,
“You’ve got diabetes, it’s all that sugar,”
The Doctor said as he shook his head.
Now my stress is building, I’m not resistant,
And my odour only repels the ladies,
The caffeine gave me a kick but now could kill me,
All these adverts are lying to me.
Marketing is for fucking liars
I said marketing is for fucking liars
And your home is filled with useless things,
Because the internet tells you to live like kings,
But your income just can’t stretch that far,
And your wife has left you, she’s taken the car,
So you wake up alone,
There’s no pictures on the wall,
The dark drab room has no personal touches at all,
The kids have gone hungry, and they’re freezing at night,
Because you didn’t pay the gas bill, and the fire won’t light,
But you own lots of things, so that must be nice,
When your home’s repossessed and you’ve nowhere to go,
“Capitalism’s a lie,” you quietly whisper,
As you beg for loose change,
On the street where your wife lives with some guy named Trevor.
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3. |
Privacy Professor
02:47
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Sic transit Gloria, Glory fades
But good taste lasts forever
Sick tribute, Gloria, four exclaim:
"A damn good law professor"
She knows her way round GDPR
And human freedoms and rights
We know our way round rhythm guitar
And lo-fi politik soundbites
(Privacy Professor)
Loves privacy law
(Privacy Professor)
Digs privacy songs
(Privacy Professor)
Ranked us number four
(Privacy Professor)
Has never been wrong
Legitimate interest lawful basis
That's our processing purpose
Hit us up on bandcamp, contact us
If you object to this chorus
We'd love to do this with your consent
You could withdraw any time
Let's collaborate, it's heaven sent
Spit fire data protection rhyme
(Privacy Professor)
Loves privacy law
(Privacy Professor)
Digs privacy songs
(Privacy Professor)
Now first place for sure
(Privacy Professor)
Don't string us along
(Privacy Professor)
Loves privacy law
(Privacy Professor)
Digs privacy songs
(Privacy Professor)
Ranked us number four
(Privacy Professor)
Now first place for sure
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You've been through the wringer
You've been through the fire
You've been through the worst
You've seen your own demise
But at this point, I would normally perform fundoscopy
To see if you're still alive inside
At this point, I would normally perform fundoscopy
To check if your vision is still clear
At this point, I would normally perform fundoscopy
To see if your light is still here
You've been battered and bruised
You've been knocked down to the ground
Well I've been knocked down
But I've always gotten up again
So at this point, I would normally perform fundoscopy
To see if you've still got the will to fight
At this point, I would normally perform fundoscopy
To check if your vision is still clear
At this point, I would normally perform fundoscopy
To see if your light is still here
Look into your eyes, how much more can you take?
Just keep on fighting, for goodness sake
Don't let this world get you down
Seeing is believing, or so I've found
At this point, I would normally perform fundoscopy
To check if your vision is still clear
At this point, I would normally perform fundoscopy
To see if your light is still here
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5. |
House of Music
02:45
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Great girders frame it – the lights and the shadows
In relative quiet, a room with vast windows
The work of a generation of our predecessors
It’s not wholly quiet
Young people visit and study and pass on to chambers
From time to time someone rearranges
Some furniture
To make it more harmonious
For some moments during these lectures we have looked together into one of the rooms of the house called ‘music’.
We rearrange the furniture
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