1. |
Put Da Boot In
03:03
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I’ll never be a boring hack
Or a vandal
For the downtown mafia
I have one simple rule
Domestic happiness protects Jack's money
Oh the scandalous express of columns
I see a grim family in hot pursuit
Again the reds poison
Like a duress of suede confessions
A daily structure will cosh a yellow letter
Millionaires love to keep it in the black
Democracy screams the daily pain
Whilst the peril of pornography is left in vain
I put the boot in
It’s kinda like a horrible divorce
A wretched terrible divorce
Where the sugarcane meets under the full blooded pint
The school acts
And is seen preaching to an uptown whitewash
White laws are clean again
Oh no no
Very treacherous
In a classroom full of verbal hickeys
tIme to accuse the mindless nipple piercing
Oh the strain
I put the boot in
I have no links that bring success
I treat my thoughts like weather reports
They pass me by whilst life played its blip
I put the boot in
Moody pill ended
I put the boot in
Variety lacks
I put the boot in
Relationships form broken heart degrees
I put the boot in
A serious mood
Affected this
I put the boot in
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2. |
Global Warming
02:39
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See the taxman's cut throat
That'll soon be residing
In turned up eyes
See a rising sky
As our true companions die
See that they told
Remembrance day on hold
Scheming as they lied
Distant dreams of shite
Letting the sun go out
God is out for the count
Outliving global warming
See that breathing forever
Will not ring out
Through the marble church halls
See the clause of a ring
Cementing leaving shoes
See spinning hands in amber
Never phoning you
In a lunatics potluck
Fashions got me stuck
Everybody wants your girl
See her blue eyes slumber
Until holding knees give out
Outliving global warming
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3. |
Under 45
02:24
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For all that it’s worth
I’ll give it another go
Mix it up with the animals
Fill my false ego
I head into the night in search of human connection
But the backlash hits me hard
Separate in desperation
So what’s a man to do
Follow the evening news
Bojo’s got his Brexit plan
Dividing the nation more so
Draw up the bridges
Build a fucking wall
Sink into austerity
We’re hopeless and oh so bold
The single biggest killer
For men under 45
It’s suicide
Reality plain to see
Hard facts and shattered dreams
We lurk into the drinking dens
Fight our working common men
They say the immigrants come in swarms
Dehumanizing the man next door
And now we wait and contemplate
As the kids washed up on our shores
Can’t you feel no remorse
Don’t you feel no remorse
This island’s gonna capsize
Through tooth and nail and white pride
This feelings going worldwide
We can not look and stand by
Gotta give em more
We gotta give em more
The kids of tomorrow
We gotta give em more
Just gotta
Just gotta
Just gotta give em more
The single biggest killer
For men under 45
It’s suicide
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4. |
I Am Me
02:28
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I am me
I am free
I’ve just had my lobotomy
I don’t know ecology
But I can see when a bees in need
Flat earthers
So strange to me
Though conspiracies are quite the theme
When people see their broken dreams
All muddled up and out of luck
Now crying on the floor
Weeping on the floor
I don’t like to be used
And I don’t like to see abuse
I’ll kick you square in the family jewels
If you make me look like the fool
I don’t trust work agencies
I don’t like your complacency
I don’t don’t trust these therapists
I don’t trust these socialists
As I sit and think of it
I really don’t trust any ists
Think you’ll start to get the jist
I’m really banging on a bit
So I’ll just stop
Watch the clock
Tick tick fucking tock
I am me
I am free
This is not an analogy
You’ll see different sides of me
When I start drink whiskey
But now I’ve stopped
Hit a cop
He don’t like when he gets mocked
I think I better get a job
I really hate this fucking job
Reptilian shape shift humanoids
Really getting me annoyed
Think i’m gonna shoot to kill
Think i’m gonna write my will
It’s time for me to go to town
Turn my frown upside down
Before I start to paint it red
I think it’s best I hit my bed
But I can’t stop
I can’t stop
I can’t stop
I’ve really gone and lost the fucking plot
I am me
I am free
This is my new regime
Crack of dawn
Putrid yawn
Live the waste
Feel the hate
Walk the streets
It’s nice to meet
A knife attack
Kill a cat
Feed the rats
Take these parasites out my fucking flat
I am me and I am free
I’ve just had my epiphany
It all stems from agony
My inner turmoil
Plaguing me
And it’s not always plain to see
Sometimes comes genetically
But who's to say
What makes me up
And who’s to say
What shakes me up
For it is I
Who is the controller
It is I
Who is the beholder
For it is my own filter
I’m gonna shape my destiny with absurdity
Transparency
Cos it is me who is free
I am me and I am free
I am me and I am free
I am me and I am free
I am
I am
Free... sort of…
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5. |
Wot 4
02:36
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Creatures of habit
Thought patterns that shape our reality
It’s beyond morality and control
Desensitized
Detached
What was it all for
I’m coasting without guidance as external measures shape me
The judges come hammering
Rejection swiftly follows
Conveniently ignored until I fade into the background
Like the distant constant sound of traffic
It never strays too far
The years instantly vanished without explanation or trial
What was it all for
All this time the therapy goes unnoticed
Exempt from mitigation
The world out there is unsettled and shaken
In this imaginary morality
Will peace be with me
Though peace is no benign truth
Will the resentment exert me
This resentment bodies no proof
In hindsight it was all so fragile
So much pain
What was it all for
Bended knees I’m flawed
What was it all for
Phone calls are ignored
What was it all for
Banging at your door
What was it all for
I wanna be adored
What for
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6. |
I Want Out
02:21
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Tell me
What I need to want
This thing I’ll do
Without a doubt
I’m so tired and I want out
I’m getting up today
In a home without a town
My life and dreams have gone
My memory ends with a sad song
I want out
I want out
You want out
I want out
You won’t see me
I’ve already made my own bed
I wallow in my own mess
Holy father paints the world red
This proud bright soul is taken
Laying naked in the sun
Beneath the earth is quaking
And my body is always aching
I want out
I want out
You want out
I want out
Gain the strength to wonder
Along these broken heels
Casting them away with a tear
Casting them away with a beer
On shattered ground
Shattered ground
This body goes into the tide
With the weekend by my side
Kick your boots off
Shoved aside
This smile is taken
Validate
Validate it
I want out
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7. |
Giv & Get
02:51
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From a crying thrown
To a killer body
Mama begins with the matters of will power
Poor boy
Life shivers
Just as everyone pulled out of getting high
Born in a no go zone
Captured time blows out reality
A matter of a makeshift death
Sometimes nothing is real
Just like the escape of the trigger
Give and get
Give and get little
From the spine of a carrying wind
Gotta send back this monstrosity of lighting rod eyes
Behind this meaningful goodbye
Out you go
Giving yourself to the caring poor
Give and get
Give and get little
Spitting in a sympathetic face
Little skies spell out
Everybody matters
Just as the devils family aches for pharmaceutical love
Never wish for the dead to come back
Because easy truths are not for the landslides of tomorrow
Come into the stone of silhouettes
Guns have nothing to do with it
Mama's boys are over their heads
Thunderbolts are often too late
Open mic nights carry an overdressed ego
Dying in insecurity
Give and get
Give and get little
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8. |
The Unsaid
02:36
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The unsaid
The things we want to say
But for some reason can’t bring ourselves to say it
That nagging inner frustration
Goading you to let it out
Yet there’s this counteractive reason that stops you from spilling the beans
Forever pursuing your moral conscious
Like the outlawed fox hunts
We turn a blind eye
There is something that is left unsaid
Something that is bubbling up
Building up in unrelenting pressure
Yet we keep the cap on
Soon enough the glass shell will smash inevitably into a thousand pieces
Leaving our splintered spirit in broken shards
There might be no going back after such a break up
The unsaid
Starving our ability to express the simplest of words
These words are on the tips of our tongues
Edging to expulsion
Yet we swallow back denying our gag reflex
Tickling irritated nerve endings
Like tortuous needles inflicted under fingernails
You wince and shudder at your own shortcomings
Your stomach churns in a pool of its own sulphuric acid
Your only ally now is your own paranoia
The things unsaid
There is still something unsaid
The unsaid
Put in the hole for an indeterminate sentence
Without ever having its day in court
Left in limbo
To reflect on the unresolved issues
That were never chalked up
The unsaid is now homeless
Reckless
And full of rage
It leaves you with wide eyes that swirl
Like the gas clouds that suffocate Jupiter's atmosphere
The unsaid left you bankrupt
Because every dime you ever made went to the shrink
That held no answers
All because you left those things
Them things
Unsaid
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UNDER 45 Lyon, France
UNDER 45 consists of two French, one English and a made up, make believe member. We play the music we like with no compromise and minimal fuck ups.
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