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• All My Friends Are JPEGs

  I'm now in the background of more photos than I'm in actual photos of myself
  Tagged, tagged and assorted, a peripheral face
  Everyone's a camera, must deliver visual evidence
  A good time was clearly had by all
  Incidentally, you're accidentally missing an event trying to capture a static version of it
  
  You don't like me much, so let's keep in touch
  I don't like you much, so we'll keep in touch
  
  So there it is, flung up on the internet
  Nobody's even bothered to rotate it
  Who are half these people?
  And now we're friends, yeah, we're friends
  Without the inconvenience of ever having to be in your company
  In fact, I see nobody
  You're just a list of names as dead pixels
  
  You don't like me much, so let's keep in touch
  I don't like you much, so we'll keep in touch
  
  I cut off the headroom, I crop out the legs
  I tag you, I tag me, all my friends are JPEGs

• And So Now We’re Wrestling With The Body Politic

  And so now we're wrestling with the body politic
  It will spit and salivate on culture
  It dictates and lactates
  Then we grow up handcuffed and bound to the teat
  I think if we chop off the head it grows back
  Bigger than before, bigger than before
  And we're stuck, stuck
  We're stuck sucking
  
  And so now we're wrestling with the body politic
  Where buying you attention is applauded
  I've got a new way, got a new way to sell myself
  And you're grasping with desperate affection
  Don't bother getting past puberty, it just gets worse
  The best you'll hope for is that you like the taste of boredom
  We're stuck sucking
  
  And so now we're wrestling with the body politic
  
  And so now we're wrestling with the body politic
  Where people shake unwashed hands
  And smile politely for posterity
  Because a smile's without consequence, a smile's without consequence
  And is limited to the mouth it came from
  Where the teeth are curtains for a lecherous tongue
  A lecherous tongue
  
  And so now we're wrestling with the body politic
  The art of compliance is a new science
  We're afraid to make the same mistakes as our fathers
  Exact replicas, historical clones
  We're afraid of getting cancer, there's the threat of being killed
  We're afraid of those in power and afraid of the unskilled
  We're stuck sucking
  
  And so now we're wrestling with the body politic

• Applied Robotics

  There is a shift in pace with new technologies
  And I still underestimate the change of disease
  Technology's now the opiate of the masses
  And even I am posthuman now that I require glasses
  And I'm wondering when it was that I became complex
  And when small packets of software started having sex
  It takes a little, it takes a lot
  It takes a little, it takes a lot
  Now we're always on our knees,
  Held at ransom by the keys
  
  And so I tried robotics, I applied robotics
  I tried robotics, applied robotics
  
  There is a shift in pace with new technologies
  And I still underestimate the change of disease
  It takes a little, it takes a lot
  It takes a little, it takes a lot
  Driving strapped in control,
  I feel much better now I'm whole
  So I tried (so, he tried)
  Things are better when we try
  So I tried (so, he tried)
  Things are better when we try
  We are nannied by machines and firewalling keeps us clean
  Smiles made brighter by the screen and firewalling keeps us clean
  
  And so we tried robotics, I applied robotics
  I tried robotics, applied robotics

• Bulimia Sisters

  We compare knees under gaps in bathroom stalls
  A cubicle to box in our shared control
  I got a manicure just for you
  We rely on each other: a sister or brother
  
  We keep covering, keep on covering
  Keep covering, keep recovering
  We keep covering, keep on covering
  Keep recovering
  
  I must apologise and that's okay if you apologise
  We share your secrets, we sell your secrets
  We buy your secrets...
  I got a manicure just for you
  We rely on each other: a sister, a brother
  
  
  We keep covering, keep on covering
  Keep covering, keep recovering
  We keep covering, keep on covering
  Keep recovering
  
  I wash, you put away - the cleanliness of every day

• Circuit Babies

  10 PRINT "VENTILATOR"
  20 PRINT "INCUBATOR"
  30 PRINT "MONITOR"
  40 GOTO 10
  
  You're symbiotic in the womb
  Can't disconnect maternal cords
  Autonomy's impossible
  But you belong to me
  
  Electronics interrupt
  The mother becomes the machine
  In a heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat
  The mimesis of a heartbeat
  You belong to me
  
  Ventilator, incubator, I am your monitor
  Ventilator, incubator, I am your monitor
  10 Print "Circuit Babies"
  20 Goto 10
  
  We're now synonymous, you are part of us
  Veiny tubes to hold your hand
  And you belong to me
  
  Even when the baby dies
  Life still exists synthesized
  In a heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat
  The mimesis of a heartbeat
  You belong to me
  
  Ventilator, incubator, I am your monitor
  Ventilator, incubator, I am your monitor
  10 Print "Circuit Babies"
  20 Goto 10
  
  You belong to me

• Cluedo

  Culture - only with a passport
  You are free - only with a passport
  You can sample - only with a passport
  Tourism - only with a passport
  
  Custom is commercial, tradition is kitsch
  Culture is free, culture is free
  Custom is commercial and tradition is kitsch
  
  It's free, free to be absorbed in
  Little bits, it's free to be absorbed in
  Little bits, it's free to be absorbed in
  Little bits, it's important to feed the jet set
  
  Custom is commercial, tradition is kitsch
  Culture is free, culture is free
  Custom is commercial and tradition is kitsch
  Culture is free, tradition is kitsch

• CYT#1

  I like to do something special with my Saturday night
  They have renovated the Cumbernauld town centre
  But only half of it
  
  Modern boys and modern girls
  
  The majority of my time is spent inside
  With the modern boys and the modern girls
  Or gathered round a bus stop
  Maybe I'll head up towards B&Q
  To DIY myself a way to leave you
  
  Modern boys and modern girls
  I like to do something special with my Saturday night

• Dildonics

  We're all redundant now there's sperm in the bone marrow
  Penis is obsolete, a rusty ornament
  A PlayStation One, a vintage collectible
  With an unenthusiastic performance
  I can see panic, I can see panic, PANIC
  Y chromosome makes a useless companion
  You want a mechanized, independent cock
  You want a mechanized, independent cock
  Superior and disembodied
  Castrated from guilt and male notions of love
  D.I.L.D.O.N.I.C.S.
  We can provide assisted paroxysm
  All we provide is employed paroxysm
  D.I.L.D.O.N.I.C.S.
  The male is dead
  You can adapt but you'll never evolve

• Drawing Anarchy Signs On Your Pencil Case Is Redundant

  Drawing anarchy signs on your pencil case is stupid
  Sorry, I take it back - it's just redundant

• Duplicates

  Left-handed scissors cut paper-chain authentics
  Our hands-in-hand I look at my barcode
  I mumble that the streets are all off-road
  I am unique to sell unique
  We edit -> undo
  This is not a duplicate
  
  The price is in the loss of quality
  And every copy is a little worse
  The sound skips to mono
  The edges merge with the background
  We edit -> undo
  This is not a duplicate
  
  This is not a duplicate
  This is just a duplicate

• Eat Something

  Why don't you eat something?
  You people, you people are getting skinnier and skinnier
  Publicly receding and shrinking to geometry chic
  Bony and pointy polygon children
  
  You read a magazine - top tips on how to look
  There are no positive images of weight if weight is the plot, point, plot, point, plot, point
  It's an achievable goal that we all should aspire to
  
  Thin is success, yes, thin is success, yeah
  
  You people, you people are getting so so thin
  Fast becoming miniature versions of yourselves
  Obviously skeletons with hair are desirable
  
  Thin is success, thin is success
  
  Plumped in specific regions
  Who could accuse you off misplaced priorities?
  Skulls elongated and wobbling on weak necks
  Openly disgusted by the thought of having hips (chips)
  
  Thin is success, thin is success
  Eat too much, eat too little
  
  I've seen people visibly offended by hangers
  Their bodies so straight now that they're untangled
  And heaven, yeah, heaven's missing an angle
  
  Thin is success, thin is success

• Fat Elvis

  Lying awake beside a fat Elvis
  Behind the shades his eyes are closed
  A costume accustomed, the symbol is the fatal
  In circuses where clowns look fat
  
  Try waiting here, sparks burn your eyes
  The armour's tight, it's not your size
  The passion's there where we left you
  It's not your size, this isn't new
  
  I watched and watch, I watch a fat Elvis
  As time ushers in a new contender
  Nostalgia has such a pretty price tag
  Nostalgia - such a pretty price tag
  
  A shimmer of pity surrounds a fat Elvis
  A memory makes him our family
  The cut-outs, the copies, the fatter in the latter
  The formula in getting old
  
  Try waiting here, sparks burn your eyes
  The armour's right, it's not your size
  The passion's there where we left you
  It's not your size, this isn't new
  
  Try waiting here, sparks burn your eyes
  Sparks burn your eyes

• Fear Of Words

  I've got a fear, it's words I fear
  Words can be worse than they appear
  A word's a bullet piercing me, text vitriol potentially
  I am so scared I'm unprepared
  To face the language I have heard
  I take offence, context is weaning
  In spite of the actual meaning
  
  I've got a fear, it's words I fear
  Words that I read, words that I hear
  I'm scared to lose, I'm scared to win
  Words are a shall and what's within?
  Must not offend, must not insult, disfiguring the end result
  I make words iconography - the word 'sex' is pornography
  ABCDEFG - Wherein lies the pornography
  
  I've got a fear of words!
  ABCDEFG - Wherein lies the pornography
  ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

• Filming Me Filming You

  I waste film on you, filming you frame by frame
  In nights in cold with colds we sniff to keep the mucus
  Filming me filming you (a-ha!)
  It cements the closeness that we feel apart
  Without a compass, our north becomes repellant
  Filming me filming you
  
  The lens steams up - sexism into film
  Our big legs projected in the winter
  Filming me filming you
  The lens steams up - sexism into film
  A hand that points and directs by men
  Filming me filming you
  
  A ladder, a symbol
  We see phallic everywhere

• Go Go Nucleo -> For Science

  In retrospect this was a bad idea
  Even though all systems were GO GO NUCLEO
  I chose forward, you saw backwards
  I don't care, I won't be there
  I don't care, I won't be there
  For science, go go nucleo
  I don't care, I won't be there

• Goran Ivanisevic

  I try, I fail
  I fail, I try
  To fail is art
  To art is fail
  I try, I fail
  
  The past speaks volumes, volumes that we'll never read
  It's safe to say, safe to say we'll never read
  Self-belief is not something we like to feed
  We like to feed, yeah, we like to feed
  
  The past, well, it says less to us
  Less than vaccuous tongues lapping safely
  Pressing faded marks into global crotches
  This transitory stain that disappears again
  
  Wasting hours of my time doing star jumps in the gym
  All to have, all to have a body like him
  Wasting hours of my time doing star jumps in the gym
  All to have, all to have a body like
  Goran Ivanisevic
  
  They try to shape you, twist and contort you
  Skeleton keys are much more reliable
  Chip, chip away at you, chip, chip away at you
  They try to shape you, twist and contort you
  Skeleton keys are much more reliable
  Chip, chip away at you, chip, chip away at you
  You're growing tits like Alan Turing
  
  Wasting hours of my time doing star jumps in the gym
  All to have, all to have a body like him
  Wasting hours of my time doing star jumps in the gym
  All to have, all to have a body like
  Goran Ivanisevic
  
  He tried, he failed
  He failed, he tried
  
  Goran Ivanisevic, it's time, I think, to make that switch
  No masquerade in self-belief, Goran Ivanisevic
  Goran Ivansisevic, you tried and failed, iconoclastic!
  No masquerade for self-belief, Goran Ivanisevic

• Heads Up Saloon

  hole in your pocket - bad luck, a padlock
  a pocket - a padlock

• In The Graveyards

  In the graveyards are families and friends
  Staying for a while but eager to move on
  Resting in vertical tombs that light up, light up at Christmas
  They flicker in while people come and go
  Through guilt mainly, through guilt mainly
  
  And we're tribal in our vandalism
  Our epitaphs in graffiti art
  
  It scratches the cheeks and from the top it falls down
  Our bald heads first we exit the womb
  In the graveyards are families and friends
  Every curtain drawn, every curtain drawn
  
  And we're tribal in our vandalism
  Our epitaphs in graffiti art
  
  Where we once looked out now concrete stares

• Junkie Buns

  In our close, we skint our knees on biscuits
  On biscuits
  Quick sticks storm past and drop us uneaten Kit-Kats
  And the sunken skulls under their caps groan
  "Here you go, son, here's some sweeties"
  
  Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
  
  Then speed off with coughs on junkie buns
  Clutching foil, clutching foil, clutching foil, clutching foil
  And Ahmed, fat on crisps from his shop, beats down the door
  Demands to know who stole these Kit-Kats
  "Here you go, son, here's some sweeties."
  
  Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
  
  Speed off with coughs on junkie buns

• Less Than Three

  All my sex takes place without a face
  And alternates between lower and upper case
  Mis-spelled between asterisks and dashes
  Emoting sweats to scenario clashes
  All the keys make less than three
  
  I love my sex, it takes place without a face
  The little skills that quicken the pace
  Emoting sweats, emoting sweats
  All the keys make less than three
  
  We sit ageless with stumps we tap, tap, tap
  A bodyless 21st century mishap
  In spaceless rooms we pander sexless
  In thinking less the self's repossessed
  All the keys make less than three
  
  We sit ageless with stumps we tap, tap, tap
  Bodyless 21st century mishap
  Emoting sweats, emoting sweats
  All the keys make less than three

• Napoleon Loves Josephine

  Napoleon loves Josephine
  You're rich in maturity, it gives me authority
  It's only letters, but...
  It's only text, but...
  It is convenient and we are convenient
  We're using each other and I love to use you
  
  Napoleon loves Josephine
  
  I take in everything and dabble out the bad
  This is a pretty zoo, the portrait isn't you
  And so what can I do?
  We're using each other and I love to use you
  
  Napoleon loves Josephine
  You'll change a name to suit yourself
  You'll change a name and shoot yourself
  
  I'll take in anything and double up the bad
  This is a pretty zoo, the portrait isn't you
  And so what? So, what can I do?
  This charade's built for two
  We're using each other and...
  
  Napoleon loves Josephine
  You'll change a name to suit yourself
  You'll change a name and shoot yourself

• nbsp (e.g. Apollo 11)

  Subject versus object, I control the body
  I'm a human bomb, I'm a human bomb
  Apollo wives are proud, happy, thrilled
  I'm a human bomb, I'm a human bomb
  It's important that I'm seen as the crux of the machine

• Networking

  Networking everywhere
  Not working anywhere
  Networking
  This route won't seem suspicious
  Operated by machinery we all get very lazy
  I despise the scenery
  This route won't raise suspicions
  The jobs are simply tasks
  We all get very lazy
  Control that circuits mask
  Networking everywhere
  Not working anywhere

• Olivia Neutron Bomb

  She's origami, folded sheets into pretty little shapes
  A picture cut off at the feet reducing chances of escape
  She's hanging over me, this claw persistent curl
  We could only stare and point as she started to unfurl
  You and me, well, we're the same
  Nothing ever goes to plan
  You and me, well, we're the same
  Nothing goes to plan
  Because we love failing
  
  We'll congratulate each other
  Shaking spiteful hands
  Colgate smiles disguised as fervour
  Whichever way she lands
  She's hanging over me, her shadow makes my face burn
  We're just pointing as she deletes our features
  Yeah, you and me, well, we're the same
  Nothing ever goes to plan
  You and me, well, we're the same
  Nothing goes to plan
  Because we love falling down
  
  I woke up, she wasn't there
  But I could tell she'd stuck around
  I could taste her in the air and from the poison in the ground
  She was still hanging over me
  No need to cross all the Ts or dot every I
  Precision's for the adults
  Yeah, I think that we are the same
  Nothing ever goes to plan
  You and me, well, we're the same
  Nothing goes to plan
  Because we love failing, we love falling

• Pylons & Other Modern Art

  We're pointing upwards at all time
  We build up and in circles - the architecture of the pupils
  It's hard to read between the lines
  They're second-hand and made of wood
  I understand that it's understood
  Rationale will let you down
  
  A lamp-post towers overhead
  An artificial form of light that we can reach with added height
  I think we're heading underground
  Because rationale has let me down
  Because rationale has let me down
  Rationale will let you down

• Stretch Armstrong

  I'm the kind of person who will bend in the middle
  I will bend in the middle, bend in the middle

• There Is No Cure For The Common Cold So Don’t Expect A Cure For Cancer

  Overhead's a tube showing off my lines
  And I'm weighting down a chair, reading the signs
  Horizontal blinds just dilute in bits
  So you paint your own picture on metallic slits
  
  As they walk around behind them, I will always remember
  That their shapes looked hollow and I'll always remember
  Although I have to tell myself to always remember
  That their faces looked blank and I'll always remember
  
  There is no cure for the common cold so don't expect a cure for cancer
  
  At least you can appreciate the humour in it
  We'll jump feet first, holding charts is cold comfort
  In the comfort we've not advanced too much
  Progress is compartmentalised
  
  But there's something in the harshness that I want to remember
  That their shapes looked hollow and I'll always remember
  Even though I must remind myself to always remember
  That their faces looked blank and I'll always remember
  
  There is no cure for the common cold so don't expect a cure for cancer

• This Is Vanity

  Vanity constructs me, vanity still haunts me
  Am I still permanently seen as the other in between?
  Yeah - this is vanity

• Turning Heads

  The traffic is murder
  Worrying about an empty lilo
  Caught in the cables, in cables it's caught
  Escaping television is my decision
  
  You turn heads, don't touch
  Turning heads don't touch
  
  I am aging around the eyes
  My symptoms include apathy
  Caught in cables, in cables I'm caught
  The first incision is my decision
  
  You turn heads, don't touch
  Turning heads don't touch

• We Doctors Diagnose Ourselves

  Oh, I have a criminal mind
  (Yes, he has a criminal mind)
  Surgery on top of me
  Eye slots, big hands, eye slots, big...
  
  If ill, please note that we doctors diagnose ourselves
  
  Healing beneath the surface
  We scrawl life and death
  Our cold inspection
  In trust you yield, in trust you...
  
  If ill, please note that we doctors diagnose ourselves

• You Can Do Athletics, btw

  You can do athletics
  I've seen the doctor and the doctor's seen me
  I'm fit and I'm healthy but inadequate with regards to athletic ability
  "We can all be similar, personal achievement becomes communal
  We'll share a trophy and merit to us all!
  We can upgrade you, we will upgrade you
  You can do athletics too!"
  You can do athletics
  He said nobody need be the underdog anymore
  "Son, this is the future, all that's come before is a dinosaur."
  He said I can do athletics, my kids can do athletics
  And that our bodies are no restriction
  He said this with conviction
  "We can upgrade you, we will upgrade you
  You can do athletics too."
  You can do athletics
  A race becomes a march when we're together at the finish line