Альбом Stereolab

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The desert is growing
The wars are threatening
Where's the place in your face?
Where's the place on your plate?
Consumorphic morality
Privatize, desensitize
Hey big fish in the lake
Hey all the small ones now "explain"
Hey big fish in the lake
Hey all the small ones now "explain"
Hey big fish in the lake
What good is all this knowledge we've acquired
In the face of deep realism
After this affront isn't what we choose
Regression into Spartan rule
We can learn to respect each other
And nature govern "all it widest can"
Where's the place in your face?
Such a dim conformity
Where's the place on your plate?
Consumorphic morality
The desert is growing
The wars are threatening
Hey big fish in the lake

Express reality was...
Those who may cast it...forward
It's not different language
It's full of riches
To reveal what's real and concrete
His connection
His true life, the spirit
Beware the...
These are real to create
Reality has been diverted
Unscrupulously manipulated
Unbridled exercise of power
The fascists urge to control all
On what we bring to our intimacy
Our bodies turn to commodities
Hypocrisy of our time
So in love with freedom
Who really was to...
Your "sigh object" to be made an object
No sight for your deflection of power
Hypocrisy of our time
So in love with freedom
Who really was to...
We treat our bodies like machines,
Fascism winning
We treat our bodies like machines,
Fascism winning

"Lover, lover" of the aquatic slime
"Lover, lover", love, love the plastic mile
Who wants to be into fact
Come and play into the hatch
How much wind? No idea
How long have "we sung the hymn"?
Holding tight, the laughter
"Criminal" inner fever
Hold on tight...
Some... to sleepiness
Who wants to be into fact
"Commitment", kick through the hatch
How much wind? No idea
How long have we "sung the hymn"
Holding tight, the laughter
"Criminal" inner fever
Hold on tight...
Some...to sleepiness
And when I woke up
At the dawn
Had to close my eyes
LyricsIn my window
Holding tight, the laughter
"Criminal" inner fever
Hold on tight...
Some end up to sleepiness
And when I woke up
At the dawn
Had to close my eyes
In my window
Living passive and in my own trap

From the sky would fall an incessant rain of bombs
We had nowhere to go but retreat underground
Our ground had been peppered with loads of mines
Growing our food was a risk at any time
The sudden brutality we had to confront
Forced us many years to a life into the ground
When I came out after having hidden for so long under
I found I was missing all sensation of sight
It was so dark underground we had seen no light for days
What was visible how there was the enemy
The fact that they were fighting against their better nature
Our voices had been buried to...
For we had not to speak a word for days on end
But what we learned was so strong
They could never win, they're wrong
Scared of Adolf, the right to kill
They went nowhere, had no wisdom
Humiliation came back flying into their face
They lost themselves
The right to kill, scared of Adolf
Right to be blind, nothing but trust

Decisions....
Of a "quiet"
Consciousness it is aiming
To a new state
....we've resigned
Visionary
Through "rejoin" the promised land
Contemporary
...
Instant...
....
Of self-interest
Reveries are...
All-embracing
Rolling along from the...
This is a plan to live for
....
This is a plan to act for
Floating away...
Each morning eat for breakfast

When I'm alone at night
In the forest at night
I'm not scared of bandits
I cannot suppress it

When I'm alone at night
In the forest at night
I'm not scared of bandits
I cannot suppress it

I'm afraid of the ghost
When I'm alone at night
In the forest at night
I'm not scared on bandits

When I'm alone at night
In the forest at night
I'm not scared of bandits
I cannot suppress it

And why am I irrational?
LyricsThere are things I cannot control

When I'm alone at night
In the forest at night
I'm not scared of bandits
I cannot suppress it

I'm not oppressive
I'm afraid the ghost
(I'm afraid of the war)
I'm afraid of the war
(I'm afraid of the ghost)
I'm afraid the ghost
I'm afraid of them both

We should never write ourselves off
See ourselves as the victims of...
It is always our decision
Tell me I am responsible

Satisfying feeling
Of connection...
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It is always our decision
It's the feeling of connection

Depends on our actions
Can't see ourselves as the victims

It's been a long time
Since anyone come to me to call on my deeper senses
Thank you so much
You spoke to me in a way that revived my life essences
It feels so cold
Feels alive and rela... (?)

I can connect with the world

Riding after recognition
Instant gratification
Silky cradle of illusion
Immediate satisfaction
(pleasure...)
I want to build a castle
(pleasure...)
It's too much of a hassle.
Desperate polemic
To feel more happy.
It's a funny dictatorship
The one by which one must have pleasure
Pleasure, pleasure all of the time.
In "love" before this angry life/life
(pleasure...)
Try to make it work in disguise
(pleasure...)
Doesn't exist, I realize
His false and artificial means
(pleasure...)
Isn't my reality
(pleasure...)
Enforces a state of...
Desperate polemic
To feel more happy.
Their hole" is...
Our freedom is endless.
....

Made myself a sandwich
Put it in my hatchback
A "psychoanalyst"
"So we try" empty heart
I'm so hungry for love
....
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