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We met on a bridge. The sky was spitting shivers of rain. I asked him his name. Cardiff would never be the same. Something clicked. I was 15. He was 17. We went back to my house. We wrote some songs. We formed a band. We tore each other apart. We put each other back together. The band broke apart. The band will never end. We live in different cities. We live in the same city. We live in the past. We live in the future. We meet up in the gap between. We make CD quality copies of that feeling. And we give them to you.
You are coming for us.
We are scared of you.
We love you. We hate you.
You are the image of the future of the human race.
And so are we.
We are going to make you:
Brush us from your eyes like sleep
Sink our pieces like battleships
We will make you incomplete
We will make you move your feet
We're the pork chop your stomach can't eat
You won't stop rocking to our beat
It's the kids that make the music die
They use it once then they shut their eyes
It's disposable like everything else
Static kills, movement is best
We're the success you never wanted to have
The way you become your mum and dad
We're the tiger you grabbed by the tail
Our hearts are bigger than a big beached whale
Our eyes are wider than the still dead sea
We're none of the things that we wanted to be
But we can give you three minutes where you feel free
A moment of infinity
We sell you the lie of eternity
We're physics, chemistry, we're biology.
Open your mouth and kiss us wide
Open the CD case, climb inside
Hold our metal silver disk
Make your mind into a fist
Crack every nerve
Because to really feel anything
It to be absurd
Be the sick canary bird
And flap down our mine shaft
When you smell the gas
Wash your vomit over us.
Listen to this cd once and then snap it
Listen to this cd once and try to melt it
Make it black and charred
Warp it like a dead balloon
Throw it out into the street
Then try and hum the tunes
Remember them right - one time
Then remember them wrong
Then think you've got them right
But you're singing a new song.
Our reach is as long as the bones in your arm
We are your malfunctioning car alarm
We are going off all night in your street
You make us feel incomplete
Come on now, move your feet
The wire and sponge in your leather seat
The ice changing shape when exposed to heat
You wont stop rocking to our beat.