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Remember To Breathe
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- about
- The full download of this LP contains two bonus tracks
For any further information, email:
chevisance.music@ntlworld.com - credits
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released 07 July 2009
chevisance is robert baldwin
all songs written, arranged, programmed and performed by robert baldwin
lyrics and vocals written and performed by robert baldwin - tags
- tags: experimental electronic heavy rock industrial rock Manchester
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- Track Name: remember to breathe
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They’re very good at handing out advice
About the subjects that they’re not too well versed upon
The firmest handshake, a pat on the back
I think they’re here for the Patroniser’s convention
This land is being raped by corporate greed
Morons from a plastic mould roll off the assembly line
Your face is being shaped by what’s on tv
Last year’s losers are this year’s models that don’t know how to breathe
We count the numbers of all of their mistakes
We polish the shoes of the instigator
And fall in line with their second hand remains
To make things worse, we pay them for the privilege
This land is being raped by corporate greed
Morons from a plastic mould roll off the assembly line
Your face is being shaped by what’s on tv
Last year’s losers are this year’s models that don’t know how to breathe - Track Name: you're a version
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They come in tiny boxes
Packaged for the masses
You are a version, that’s all
You are a defect
You’ll die broken
You have the blessings of the state, blessings of the masses
A voltage for the bigger picture
You have the blessings of the state, blessings of the masses
A voltage for the bigger picture
I’m watching the numbers
They’re larger than our own
Trying so hard to get the piece that you oh so need
We are the ones they try to help
We are the ones they try to rectify
You have the blessings of the state, blessings of the masses
A voltage for the bigger picture
You have the blessings of the state, blessings of the masses
A voltage for the bigger picture - Track Name: deliberation
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Free medication
Sweet enemy
Sweet tribulation
Sweet hand on me
I’m displaying evidence of cloudy thinking
I’m relying on evidence of cloudy thoughts
I’m displaying evidence of cloudy thinking
I’m relying on evidence of cloudy thoughts
Sweet deliberation
The sweetest finding
Sweet connotation
Sweet my machine
I’m displaying evidence of cloudy thinking
I’m relying on evidence of cloudy thoughts
I’m displaying evidence of cloudy thinking
I’m relying on evidence of cloudy thoughts
Scratch my eyes around the edge
And make me feel a part of me
And scratch my eyes run through my brain
And feel your pain as everything
Scratch my eyes around the edge
And make me feel a part of me
And scratch my eyes run through my brain
And feel your pain as everything - Track Name: the broken down verse
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Every day feels like a lifetime
And it keeps on going round in sevens and fours seven and fours
Humiliate yourself feel free to stand in the spotlight
Your broken down verse is not doing much
For your credibility
They’ll never know what it feels like to use intelligence
Small minded conversation ends with a “what”?
Mechanically extracted
And blasted from the bone
Forced to the millions
In the shape of a number one song
Mechanically extracted
And blasted from the bone
Forced to the millions
In the shape of a number one song
Go fuck yourself if you think I’m gonna humour you
Go fuck yourself if you think we’re gonna fall in love
Go fuck yourself if you think that it’s not correct
Go fuck yourself if you think I have finished
Mechanically extracted
And blasted from the bone
Forced to the millions
In the shape of a number one song
Mechanically extracted
And blasted from the bone
Forced to the millions
In the shape of a number one song - Track Name: the hoarding of liquids
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Lying here amongst the carpets and the screws
Wondering what the hell to do
You need to capture
We need to savour
Hoarding behaviour
Creating essence
Bottle up inside another memory
Caught out in the hall of mirrors is all we need
To get the facts straight
She was a victory
To capture everything, she died
Prowling around your town with a bag of empty words
Frowning as the light always disappears
We need this meeting
We need the contact
Seeking the fragrance of the end
Bottle up inside another memory
Caught out in the hall of mirrors is all we need
To get the facts straight
She was a victory
To capture everything, she died - Track Name: the piece that's out
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Don’t understand you
But you’ll tell me anyway
Don’t see the reason for my distress
Can’t find a way to equalise this conversation
I’m searching for a way to modify and make it right
What are these numbers?
Where are these pieces?
Misinformation, the piece that’s out
Of course it’s gonna be if it’s right
We’re gonna modify it to make it right
Everyone is leaving
But that’s not enough for you
Can’t even see it
Was in front of you
Of course it’s gonna be if it’s right
We’re gonna modify it to make it right
Long time injection
No more chemicals
Whatever happened to personal attention?
Of course it’s gonna be if it’s right
We’re gonna modify it to make it right
Hey, there’s the door
Know how to use it?
A simple premise that you should know
Of course it’s gonna be if it’s right
We’re gonna modify it to make it right - Track Name: love's arsenal
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Everything was down
Everything was wrong
Things and other stories
Try touching something inside
I know it’s difficult for you
You’ve never done a thing like that
Scraping all the food from my plate
Because it reminds me
Of the one thing you used
To spit in my face
Everything seemed wrong
Everything was down
Distance getting strong
Hurting was becoming
The game for me
Things and other stories
Try touching something inside
I know it’s difficult for you
You’ve never done a thing like that
Scraping all the food from my plate
Because it reminds me
Of the one thing you used
To spit in my face
Things and other stories
Try touching something inside
I know it’s difficult for you
You’ve never done a thing like that
Scraping all the food from my plate
Because it reminds me
Of the one thing you used
To spit in my face
