Spiky electro-pop!
progressive
electronic
manchester
powell
edwards
welsh
owens
stockport
prydderch
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Lyrics
THE END OF HISTORY WILL ONLY COME
WHEN WE STOP WRITING IT DOWN.
I SPENT MY DAY PLUGGED INTO THE WALL
IN SOME STRANGE TOWN.
THE FACES WERE SO COLD AND DEAD,
BUT I CAN'T TALK, 'CAUSE MINE WAS TOO.
WHO DESIGNED THAT BROKEN TREE,
THAT SWAYS SO UNREALISTICALLY?
I WALKED ALONG THE SEAFRONT IN THE STORM
BUT I COULDN'T FEEL THE RAIN.
I FELT THAT I COULD LOSE MY HEAD,
BUT YOU NEED A MIND TO GO INSANE.
A POINTLESS TASK; A THERMAL FLASK -
NOTHING WARM CAN GET ME HERE.
THE PEOPLE THAT I MET ALONG THE WAY
ALL SPOKE THE SAME,
AND FROM THE ARRID COAST AND VAST MOTIONLESS SEA
THERE WAS NO ESCAPE.
HELL ON EARTH WITH VOLUNTEERS
QUEUING UP 'CAUSE IT'S EASY.
UP ABOVE THAT BROKEN TREE,
NO CONSTELLATION I'VE EVER SEEN.