Get all 5 The Red Pills releases available on Bandcamp.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Landmines For Clowns (Album - 2016), Northern Rock (Album - 2014), What's Harriet Got? - FREE EP (2012), Missiles: 7 track EP (2010), and Awakening: 6 track EP (2009).
1. |
Turn Your Nose Up
02:15
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Walk on by – no sacrifice, success-obsessed, it’s a new life
Ignore the weak, the rags beneath, blind eyes pass by such poverty
As rain descends it’s evident, the huddled ones he cannot sense
Are resigned to their decline, their pleading gaze – a hefty price
TURN YOUR NOSE UP (NEVER COUGH UP)
YOU WON’T CROSS THE LINE
TURN YOUR NOSE UP (PICK YOUR PACE UP)
OHH IT’S US AND THEM – ALL RIGHT?
Drive on by – dehumanise, this cure assures, a settled mind
No charity - a dead belief; his avarice has split the streets
He turns a cheek, reflections streak, reminders in, periphery
How to soothe a moral feud? Dismissively, turn on the news
TURN YOUR NOSE UP (NEVER COUGH UP)
YOU WON’T CROSS THE LINE
TURN YOUR NOSE UP (PICK YOUR PACE UP)
OHH IT’S US AND THEM – ALL RIGHT?
TURN, TURN, TURN YOUR NOSE UP x3
THEY SCRAPE A LIFE WHILE YOUR FINGERS CLOSE UP
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2. |
Party Hard
04:04
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Got the motor, got the diamond rings
Shot himself up on adrenaline
He’s got notions of debauchery
Out for action, on a sleazy spree
PARTY HARD, PARTY HARD (X3)
ALL GOES ON HIS CREDIT CARD
Tray of shots the, aftershocks are free
Social circle, dancing sexily
Moving in on willing secretaries
Status makes them weaker at the knees
PARTY HARD, PARTY HARD (X3)
ALL GOES ON HIS CREDIT CARD
They take sips of something green again
He suggests tonight she brings a friend
Storm his penthouse, get real close and then
They show him they’re not so innocent
Sooooooooooo
PARTY HARD, PARTY HARD (X7)
THEIR EYES ON HIS CREDIT CARD
PARTY, PARTY HARD (TO FINISH)
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3. |
This Is The Life
03:02
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Pina Coladas on the tropical sand
I’ve torn up all my final demands
Out of the red and into the black
Feeling good and not looking back
THIS IS THE LIFE, THIS IS THE LIFE
LIVING EACH MOMENT LIKE IT’S THE LAST
THIS IS THE LIFE, THIS IS THE LIFE
KEEP YOUR FINGERS OFF MY STASH
I eat my meals in a bar by the sea
I’m way too good for your company
So much dust on my cinema screen
Cos I pay the maid to go down on me
THIS IS THE LIFE, THIS IS THE LIFE
LIVING EACH MOMENT LIKE IT’S THE LAST
THIS IS THE LIFE, THIS IS THE LIFE
KEEP YOUR FINGERS OFF MY STASH
THIS IS THE LIFE, THIS IS THE LIFE
I’M FAR TOO LOADED TO BE CIVILISED
THIS IS THE LIFE, THIS IS THE LIFE
I’VE BECOME A GOD IN MY OWN MIND
God in my own x3
God in my own mind
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4. |
Sculpted To Entice
03:28
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For our protagonists, here’s a tale of investment
Drawing certain parallels with the Old Testament
Neither biased, nor pious it simply sits
As a warning to those who would spurn stirring gifts
The lady of the piece offers ripe temptation
While engorged, he revels in gluttony
All taken gladly and without reservation
Lust’s fleeting yet gentle, to gushing relief
THERE IS A PRICE WHEN YOU’RE SCULPTED TO ENTICE
THERE IS A PRICE IN NOURISHMENT’S GASP
TRANQUILISED BUT MEMORIES LIE
AND CERTIFY NOSTALGIC LAPSE
A fertile advance, comely, ensnaring
Security beckons, seizing non-toxic assets
Escape bruised history; horizontally repairing
Symbiotic and at it like rabbits
THERE IS A PRICE WHEN YOU’RE READILY ENTICED
THERE IS A PRICE IN STARVING CONQUESTS
ON STRAYING LIPS, REASSURANCE BELIES
HIS HABITUAL UNDRESS
This is not love, an affair of convenience
Satisfied by delicate, insubstantial truth
Staying together in comforting sustenance
Each conditions such compelling subterfuge…
This is not love (not love) x3
Convenience!
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5. |
Blue Space
03:55
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Crush the spirit with officious gimmicks
Pray to your leaders for blessing and merit
Contact broken is dull placation
A fuzzy meaningless nothing workstation
There is safety in anonymity
Neuter all bonding capacity
Banned in favour of efficiency
Evolution sacrifices intimacy
BLUE SPACE – FILLS OUR VISION
BLUE SPACE – TOTAL INHIBITION
BLUE SPACE – KILLS INTERACTION
BLUE SPACE – SOCIAL PUTREFACTION
Vocal castration brings atmosphere death
Dissent subdued, a purge on outlets
Digression’s refuge, internalised fight
Distance and obstacles sanitised
Spark disconnected, at your behest
Divide and conquer, your proud epithet
Caging all lions, resigned to the circus
Friendship does not sell, hence it is surplus
BLUE SPACE – FILLS OUR VISION
BLUE SPACE – TOTAL INHIBITION
BLUE SPACE – KILLS INTERACTION
BLUE SPACE – SOCIAL PUTREFACTION
Control. Control. Control. Control.
A prisoner speaks out of line – no parole
Control. Control. Control. Control.
Remote ignorance to stifle our souls
These blue boards, a metaphor
Absence of life, dying inside
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6. |
Mr. Nobody
04:32
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It’s just a day, in the life, of Mr. Nobody
Dragged from cherished slumber into bleary-eyed routine
Eats his cereal and drinks a cup of tea
Dons a suit and tie and shaves half-heartedly
MR. NOBODY x3
It’s just a day, in the life, of Mr. Nobody
Contemplate this isolation oh so wearily
In a dreary office is the stark reality
In this life he chose to dream of prosperity
MR. NOBODY x3
Fear for Mr. Nobody
Asset of the company
Trapped in this wage slavery
Losing his humanity
It’s just a day, in the life, of Mr. Nobody
Half past five arrives and the traffic is obscene
He’ll curl up in an armchair and watch the TV
Til eleven o’ clock, when it’s time to go to sleep
TIME TO GO TO SLEEP x3
Time. To go. To sleep.
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7. |
The Bottom Line
04:35
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Archie Warner: “Good evening. The news tonight… Proletarian uprising! Two million people march on Downing Street:
If anyone thought that the British were an apathetic race, they can think again - effigies of Brown, Darling, Cameron and Osborn defaced and burned. The masses are angry; angry at the wilful neglect and irreverent attitude of the city slickers and the failure of the government to deal with their selfish excesses, angry at the corruption in the ranks of their elected representatives, and angry that their collective voice is being heedlessly ignored. Here’s Harry Johnson at the site of the disturbance…”
Harry Johnson: “Thank you Archie, The Prime Minister…” (is interrupted)
Protester: “GIMME THAT MIC…” Protester sings:
Don’t bore me with your, rigid rhetoric
Heard it before I’ve, had enough of it
“Must try harder, must do better”
Must sacrifice who you are forever
Eyes and ears of, company reproach
Utter conformist, her being devotes
“Break the will of the daring dreamer”
Break corporate guidelines, and you’re a sinner
THE BOTTOM LINE IS, THE BOTTOM LINE IS
THE BOTTOM LINE IS, THEY THINK THEY OWN US
THE BOTTOM LINE IS, THE BOTTOM LINE IS,
THAT PROFIT IS THE HOLY FOCUS
Vapid decisions, taken by bigots
Insidious and ill-considered
“Here are your figures, now have a nice day”
Here is your soul – trapped, eroded, enslaved
Your rules dictated by high positions
Self-righteous blowhards piss on your wisdom
An institutionalised piston
Escape their machine and change the system *
THE BOTTOM LINE IS, THE BOTTOM LINE IS
THE BOTTOM LINE IS, THEY THINK THEY OWN US
THE BOTTOM LINE IS, THE BOTTOM LINE IS,
THAT PROFIT IS THE HOLY FOCUS
THE BOTTOM LINE IS, THE BOTTOM LINE IS
THE BOTTOM LINE IS, IF THEY COULD CLONE US
FROM ARCHETYPES THEY, WOULD CREATE LIFE ON,
ASSEMBLY LINES, TO CHARM SHAREHOLDERS
Protester: “You see what they’ve done? This int fair. We pay our taxes and our taxes are used to bail out people who’ve got more money than sense. These greasy crooks have gambled with our very livelihoods and lost. It’s time for them to pay up, time for them to sell their flash cars and their plush penthouse apartments. Time for them to sell, even the extravagant and unnecessary suits from their backs. Every. Single. Ill-gotten gain should be auctioned off in order to sort. This. Mess. Out!
Harry Johnson: “Ahem. Back to you Archie, in the studio”
Shouting, arguing, voices raised in dissent…
Archie Warner: “Well that young man’s given me an idea. I’ve had enough of this desk job. Ohh I’ve had enough. Ohh, look at this – I’m dancing, I’m dancing on the desk, I’m dancing on the desk. Never mind that! You get on with your job. I’m leaving. No, no, no, no, no, I will not calm down. I am inspired. Inspired to join the revolution. You can stick your autocue up your a___.
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Not A Number
03:04
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I am a number, in your eyes
A statistic to be analysed
I am a digit, in your mind
Characteristics to be utilised
I’M NOT A NUMBER, I AM A FREE MAN
I’M NOT A PRISONER STUCK IN A MACHINE AND
I’M NOT A CIPHER, TREAT ME LIKE A HUMAN
I’M NOT A NUMBER, I AM A FREE MAN
I am a number, in your eyes
All my glories are classified
I am a figure, in your mind
Aberrant element to be rationalised
Chaotic, erratic - I refuse to live on automatic
I’M NOT A NUMBER, I AM A FREE MAN
Erratic, chaotic - I cannot be defined by logic
Piss off and leave me alone
I’ve got something that you don’t own
Fuck off and leave me alone
I’ve got something that you don’t own
I’M NOT A PRISONER STUCK IN A MACHINE AND
I’M NOT A CIPHER, TREAT ME LIKE A HUMAN
Fortean flicker, brings anarchy with vigour
With absence of order, designations aren’t important
I’M NOT A CIPHER
I’M NOT A NUMBER
I’M NOT A LIFER
I’M NOT AN UNDERLING
FOR ALL YOU’RE PREDICTING
YOU’LL NEVER CODIFY
WHAT GOES ON BEHIND
THESE EYES
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9. |
Bite The Hand
02:55
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The glove it holds your grain, all
Drugged to make you safe, in
The vicious circle, Queen
Anaesthetises workers
In a financial regime, one
Eye on your pension scheme, through
Hand-outs you’re appeased, but
A screaming conscience grieves
SO I URGE YOU ALL, TO BITE THE HAND
STICK TWO UP AT THE MONEY MAN
BITE THE HAND, BITE THE HAND
BITE THE HAND… THAT FEEDS
An acid is contained, will
Placidly refrains, from
Joining power in a sentence
Purgatory is your penance
If you stay inert, no
Wrath will be incurred
Silence buys a month’s existence
Your pay cheque is assured
SO I URGE YOU ALL TO BITE THE HAND
STICK TWO UP AT THE MONEY MAN
BITE THE HAND, BITE THE HAND
BITE THE HAND… THAT FEEDS
They can treat you like shit and you won’t quit because you need
A comfort blanket to protect you from the streets
They can treat you like shit and you won’t quit because you need
A comfort blanket to protect you, hey it’s kept you from the streets
SO I URGE YOU ALL TO BITE THE HAND
STICK TWO UP AT THE MONEY MAN
BITE THE HAND, BITE THE HAND
BITE THE HAND… THAT FEEDS
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10. |
The Wasting
06:48
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Being whittled away; a curious feeling, last of the recruits
All fortune stale, desire peeling from a rotten fruit
These blockades prevent us leaving, how very astute
Forced our hand by quiet scheming holding ill repute
THIS IS THE WASTING – SO MUCH POTENTIAL SPOILED
THIS IS THE WASTING – A MOTIVATIONLESS RECOIL
THIS IS THE WASTING – IN A WINTRY SOLITUDE
THIS MIND IS RACING – DOWN RESTRICTED AVENUES
Day to day the same old problem, boredom – it repeats
It’s a plague; encroaching symptoms worsen by the week
Patience pays but this position’s short on guarantees
Under sway and held to ransom – personal defeat
THIS IS THE WASTING – SO MUCH POTENTIAL SPOILED
THIS IS THE WASTING – A MOTIVATIONLESS RECOIL
THIS IS THE WASTING – WEARIED BY RECURRING FUGUE
THIS MIND IS FACING – YEARS OF VACANT SERVITUDE
Warning signs, from on high
Wait in line, paralysed
Wasting time, wasting time
Wasting yours, wasting mine
Warning signs, from on high
Wait in line, sodomised
Wasting lives, wasting lives
Wasting yours, wasting mine
(Repeat and fade)
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11. |
Five Grand To Fuck Off
02:39
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Six months ago I was secure, didn’t enjoy but I endured
One fateful day in August, got told I was surplus!
Brought about mixed emotions, feelings of desertion
How dare they do this to me - What. A. Cheek!
FIVE GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
THEY OFFERED FIVE, GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
IT’S ONLY FIVE, GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
NO SUBSTITUTE FOR A JOB!
Pressure weighing heavy on me, just a one-click release
Enticed by dangling freedom - Future. Un. Certain!
Sounds like a lot of money five grand, but employment’s scarce in England
When you’re on the dole well it won’t last - Pockets. Full of. Ballast!
FIVE GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
THEY OFFERED FIVE, GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
IT’S ONLY FIVE, GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
NO SUBSTITUTE FOR A JOB!
“This is a one-time offer, it’s purely confidential
£500 as a ‘sweetener’, I’ll put it on the table
You must not discuss this, with any of your colleagues
If you do, it’s forfeit - You’ll be. Dis. Missed!
FIVE GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
THEY OFFERED FIVE, GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
IT’S ONLY FIVE, GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
NO SUBSTITUTE FOR A JOB!
FIVE GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
THEY OFFERED FIVE, GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
IT’S ONLY FIVE, GRAND, TO FUCK OFF
IT’S ONLY FIVE GRAND, FIVE GRAND
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12. |
Broke And Broken
03:20
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I’m sure your rationale for leaving
Is that my wealth is decreasing
Grafted for a life of bliss
You spent it all on pointless shit
Won’t become you to survive
A shameless scheme I could contrive:
Consolidate this union’s debt
And find a trusting bachelorette
YOU GOT YOUR CLAWS INTO ME
YOU PAID FOR PROMISCUITY
I THOUGHT IT MADE YOU HAPPY
BROKE AND BROKEN, BROKE AND BROKEN
Mate with many parasites
Mock the comfort I provide
It’s bought and kept and wept disguised
Always bridesmaid, never bride
Send me for a shopping fix
Slip twixt double D cup and lips
For linen’s perfumed evidence
There is no shallow recompense
YOU NEVER CARED MUCH FOR ME
EXPRESSED MY LOVE SEXUALLY
MY BUT YOU ‘LOVED’ SO MANY
YOUR DECEPTION’S, RAPED AFFECTION
YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME (BOTH)
MATERIAL MERCENARY
NICE LINE IN SANCTIMONY
BROKE AND BROKEN, HERE’S HOPING
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13. |
A Loan Tonight
02:46
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With his income stymied
Deals to fill his wallet
Solvent for a time just
Don’t ask where he got it
Not long ago – he snorted coke to stroke counterfeit bonds
LOOK FOR BAILOUT FUNDS
HE’S FOUND A LOAN TONIGHT
NOW HE’S ON THE RUN
FROM CREDITORS WITH GUNS
Stripped of all possessions
Stumbling in fatigue
Dripping wet and breathless
Ruined by the city
Bonds that broke – oh he should have known and exercised his share options
LOOK FOR BAILOUT FUNDS
HE’S FOUND A LOAN TONIGHT
NOW HE’S ON THE RUN
FROM CREDITORS WITH GUNS
Borrow, borrow, borrow and borrow x3
Borrow more than you’ll earn tomorrow
Borrow, borrow, borrow and borrow x3
Borrow more than you’ll earn tomorrow
To the ruthless beholden
But finally comprehending
A draining microcosm
Of unscrupulous lending
Borrow borrow, borrow, borrow and borrow
Borrow more than you’ll earn tomorrow
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Fate has led me here
So desolate inside
The life I once revered
Is a life I now revile
In opulence we trust
But its pursuit corrupts
Eviscerates my love
I’m wrapped in self-disgust
LOOKING THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES x3
What have I become?
Loss and guilt entwined
Unravelling, undone
A rift across my mind
Peer between the cracks
While voices sear the depths
Scared to interact
Wish I’d kept my friends
LOOKING THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES x3
Somewhere in here, there are fragments of self
Waiting to get out, waiting to get out x3
Somewhere in here, there are fragments of self, Waiting to get out, who will I be tomorrow now?
LOOKING THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES x6
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15. |
Worthless
10:26
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Walked on, drove on, blind to those beneath
Sold my, soul for, material beliefs
And I was someone, whose ego scaled the ladder
The golden boy, now forgotten by his masters
Wealth, as mud, has buried me
A landslide into bankruptcy
THIS IS THE END
I’M LOSING EVERYTHING
THIS IS THE E-E-END
ALL MY AVARICE COULD BRING
Chewed up, spat out, here is irony
Washed up, wasted, karma’s come for me
And I am nothing, the merest shadow
A polar vagrancy that chills the marrow
Bones, as lead, veins, as ice
Counterpoint to paradise
THIS IS THE END
I’M LOSING EVERYTHING
THIS IS THE E-E-END
ALL MY AVARICE COULD BRING
She came to me at my lowest ebb
No longer had I strength to beg
I’m derelict, of little worth
But still she reached into her purse
No meagre coin enlivened me
But slender fingers held a key
“Take this, make yourself at home
You don’t have to fight this on your own
It won’t be easy, but I’ve seen
People defy their misery”
In perfect awe, a hopeful shudder
Here’s redemption held in wonder
I wept upon her charity
A flood of tears in sweet relief
I have a chance, to shake my past
For which I can never repay her
A second chance, a different path
The kindness of a stranger
I have a chance to shake my past
I have a chance, a different path
I have a chance to shake my past
I have a chance I have a chance I x4
I have a chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance!
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The Red Pills took their name from the 1999 movie 'The Matrix.' In one scene, Keanu Reeves' character 'Neo' is presented with a choice of pills to ingest; a red pill or a blue pill. Each is a metaphor - taking the blue pill will allow Neo to continue to live a cosy, comfortable lie. Taking the red pill will allow him to wake up to the truth. ... more
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