Life Spills

by IGUANAS

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To enter the real world is a scary place; this land's magical creatures run in fear from the realm of bureaucracy and mediocrity; job centres and call centres; shop floors and revolving doors. We fight alone in the dark with only our creativity to guide us, yet we slowly yield to the norm if we do not take time to be struck by awe; how great it is to just be alive. The society of the spectacle reigns supreme over all our efforts to change this world. Life spills are ours to make. We will learn from our mistakes. We are tired but we are awake. .

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released September 2, 2013

Producer: James Patrick
Co Producer: Thom Jennings
Label: Tank Engine Recordings

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Track Name: In The Future
Anywhere we're supposed to be,
Having fun, you and me.
Wait here, wait until,
Time comes, and then I will,
Run straight into you,
Through the night.

Far away across the sea,
A lady waits, on Mercury.
My ship comes, I'll sail across
Alongside an albatross,
And he'll sing,
To me all night.

'Cause In The Future we die,
And in the past I know I'll always reside.
But in the future we die,
And there is no use reminiscing present time.

Sixteen times I'll ask,
In Between the sheet at last.
Use me all you want,
Abuse me until I come,
And I'll go, if you want me to go.

In The Future we die,
And in the past I know I'll always reside.
'Cause in the future we die,
And there is no use reminiscing present time.

In The Future we die,
And in the past I know I'll always reside.
'Cause in the future we die,
And there is no use reminiscing present time.
Track Name: War
Hey, why don't you send them all away now,
Hey, why don't you send them all away?
Hey, why don't you send them all away now,
Hey, you done a crime you have to pay.

You send us to war,
Get rich when we're poor.
Lie time and time again,
Pretend your my friend.

You send us to war,
Get rich when we're poor.
Lie time and time again,
Pretend your my friend.

Hey, why you sending me away now,
Hey, to a country I don't know.
Hey, try to understand their culture,
Before you replace it with yours.

You send us to war,
Get rich when we're poor.
Lie time and time again,
Pretend your my friend.

You send us to war,
Get rich when we're poor.
Lie time and time again,
Pretend your my friend.

Hey, why you sending me away now?
Hey, wanna send them all away,
Hey, try to understand the culture,
Before you replace it with yours.

You send us to war,
Get rich when we're poor.
Lie time and time again,
Pretend your my friend.

You send us to war,
Get rich when we're poor.
Lie time and time again,
Pretend your my friend.

Hey, hey, why you sending me away, eh?
Why you sending me away, eh?
Why you sending me away?
Track Name: Human
I know you can't change the weather,
But you can change your views.
There is rain here forever,
But I can always move.

I know your only human,
But I am not like you.
'Cos we are all together,
But I can change my views, on you.

There's no one at the table,
And the meal was left all night.
I switch on the cable,
And flick from left to right.

I know your only human,
But I am not like you.
'Cos we are all together,
But I can change my views, on you.

I know your only human,
But I am not like you.
'Cos we are all connected somewhere,
But I can change my views, on you.
Track Name: I'm Your Mate
I come around when your alone,
You treat me as your comfort zone.
'Cos when I with you I leave my worries behind,
'Cos I know you'll be here till the end of all time.

'Cos I'm your mate,
I'll never leave you.
'Cos I'm your mate,
Boy, I believe you

When I'm in need to some companionship,
I sail to you on an ocean trip.
'Cos when I with you I leave my worries behind,
'Cos I know you'll be here till the end of all time.

'Cos I'm your mate,
I'll never leave you.
'Cos I'm your mate,
Boy, I believe you.
'Cos I'm your mate,
And I will need you.
'Cos I'm your mate,
I gotta see you tonight.

Went to a party in a nowhere street,
I spill Bacardi all allover my feet.
Well I call you up in the chance that you might,
Come and a lend me your sofa, put me up for the night

'Cos I'm your mate,
I'll never leave you.
'Cos I'm your mate,
Boy, I believe you.
'Cos I'm your mate,
And I will need you.
'Cos I'm your mate,
I gotta see you tonight.

'Cos I'm your mate,
Boy, I believe you.
'Cos I'm your mate,
I'll never leave you.
'Cos I'm your mate,
And I will need you.
'Cos I'm your mate,
I gotta see you.
Track Name: The Benefit of the Doubt
Went into the Job Centre for the first time today,
The feeling of embarrassment was far too much to take.
I found myself sitting alone and filling out a form,
With which I fill with a very small pen and a very old blue clipboard.

I took a look around and the people moving round form one desk to the next,
Trying to find the right one and becoming quite perplexed.
A lady with a better looking clipboard marches up and down,
Calling names like they do at the doctors, "Doctor, help me out!"

'Cos I've got no money and I don't know where to get it,
Now I need some money, Now I need to feed my habit.
But I can write a song and I know How to play guitar,
Money does not grow on trees but music is the fruit of love.

I sat back down to fill another form when my pen just ran out,
I tried to ask for a new one she just shrugged and turned around.
So there I sat with discontent and discombobulation,
Was it all just a waste of time in higher education.

'Cos I've got no money and I don't know where to get it,
Now I need some money, Now I need to feed my habit.
But I can write a song and I know How to play guitar,
Money does not grow on trees but music is the fruit of love.

Guess what, I just found a pencil at the bottom of my pocket,
Then I had the sudden urge to stick in my eye socket.
Would anybody notice, would they even give a fuck,
Imagine the bureaucracy, "Now, who's gonna clean this up!?"

So I stuck that scribe right into my eye,
And just as I thought, no one heard my cry.
And as the blood soaked into my Father's tie,
I stood myself up, began to testify
Singing, "I can write a song and I know How to play guitar,
Money does not grow on trees but music is the fruit of love."