Lies Deceits And Truths In Between
by Weekend Death Cult
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumThe debut album of garage punk psyche noise duo Weekend Death Cult. 11 tracks of pure awesomeness in a compact disc. Compact discs are a format first discovered by Sir Walter Raleigh in 1610. Proving to be far superior to both vinyl and ipods as no matter how blackout stupid drunk you got whilst trying to play them, they would still work in the morning. Sadly, it took another 362 years for the world to embrace his discovery as they were far more enamoured with the potato, which is a terrible recording format. People are dumb.
Weekend Death Cult are Gwenifer Raymond and Allan Goodey.
The album was recorded and mixed by Allan Goodey, except for the drums which were recorded at Audio Beach in Brighton because my neighbours can only put up with so much.
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A Word From Our Sponsors
00:40
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Planet Earth about to be recycled
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Who To Pay
02:54
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You hoped for everything
Love for all
Touched by everyone
Slaves to the tool
Something wicked
This way comes
Take what you want from it
But not what you need
If you have need of this
You've been deceived
If you can’t see, The way to pay
Then it must be, That you're for sale
If you cant see, The way to pay
Then it must be, That you're for sale
That you're for sale, That you're for sale
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3. |
Burn
02:19
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You’ve got anger to an art form
Subjective, and despised by many
You choose to hate all things
And fill silence with false commentary
You’ve got nothing new to say
So just re-phrase the inane
Cut you mark on people lives
Mimic the sacred, and profane
Mimic the sacred, and profane
The sacred, and profane
Catch my sighing breath
As we go around again
Your opinion counts for nothing
Because you only count the cash
Your opinion mounts to nothing
Because you only want the fame
Your opinion stops at nothing
Until it makes you sad
The fake sacred, and profane
The best we ever had
A reflection on a reflex
Was that moment of truth.
The ideas you have
Don’t seem to suit you.
But scrutiny won’t kill you
Because no one truly cares
We can only blame ourselves
For the lies we share
You mimic sacred, and profane
And we, pretend distain
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4. |
All Arise
03:34
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All arise, and you will be cut down
All arise, just like we do
Take those dreams and bury them here
They were never meant for you
And now you see what you can become
And feel all of what you’ve done
To keep alive, you kill it all inside
To keep alive, nothing must survive
Time will try to make you believe things
That you know are untrue
Turn away and bury your fear
It was never meant for you
And now you see what you can become
And feel all of what you’ve done
To keep alive, you kill it all inside
To keep alive, nothing must survive
And now you see what you can become
And feel all of what you’ve done
To keep alive, they fill you all with lies
To keep alive, they use you every time
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5. |
Lost And Found
02:16
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They went for miracles
Had no idea you could that high in the rain
Looked around all for miles just the same
So much passion from dead eyes, oh my
You need to see around
You cannot hear this sound
There’s nothing there that can’t be found
But maybe it dont want you there
Struck down like I was biblical
Shut down like I was hysterical
And they were singing all the way to the place in the sun
Straight to hell just the same
There was the time we stood
On crystal mountains and knew we could
See though everything, everything, everything
Ignore it all so well
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Grab Your Tiger
01:45
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There is a painting where all stay young
Bitterness is kept away with the endless fun
Here’s to the days we did not care
Tigers danced with me, no time to spare
And if it feels too hard to try
Grab your Tiger and just fly
I was a god, and an astronaut
Pirate of the high seas, never caught
Grab your Tiger and set sail
All other options here have failed
Yeah maybe Tigers can kill you
But they won’t ever deceive you
Keep him close by your side
And run wild for all time
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7. |
You Never Learn
03:31
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Well, it could have all been so nice if only we got the right ones there.
But once again it seems you people know nothing.
Why why why can’t you
Why why can’t you just give it up
We were all dressed so fine, Merry sycophants having a good time
And everything was going swimmingly, until he forgot all the words
It’ll happen again, it’ll happen again
It’ll happen again, we’ll let you know who to blame
It’ll happen again, done in my name
But it’s all your fault, never mine
Keep bowing in time, don’t stray from the line
The only thing that matters, is how well dressed you are
You don’t rich by being nice
The least you could be is thankful you get to watch
It’ll happen again, it’ll happen again
It’ll happen again, we’ll let you know who to blame
It’ll happen again, done in my name
But it’s all your fault, never mine
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The Obligation
03:10
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Straight to the answers, ignoring all questions
Bask in the glory of your misdirection
You don’t hide what you do, because they won’t look
People falling in love, fall for a crook
You got away, you got away with words
Forever and today, we bow down to the absurd
Don’t know where to look, there’s nothing more to cry
I’m just counting down the moments, until you wither and die
No one will miss what you do, because nobody knows
And that’s why you’ve always wanted, lies bigger than your sole
You got away, you got away with words
Forever and today, we bow down to the absurd
You got away, yeah you've got a way with words
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So Many Lives
03:28
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You only said it
I took the stage
Because I am a liar
And you are the same
Because I love, these scars
As it will always
Be the same
With lives so wild
Who could you blame
Because I love, these scars
You only said it
I took the stage
Because I am a liar
And you are the same
In case we regret it
I'll fall aside
Because you only wanted
To see who would die
Because I love, I love, these scars
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10. |
Just Like I Planned It
02:38
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Kick the walls
they’re empty after all
Take the rejects
what did you expect
Break the doors
cells no more
But we can write the story
you had hoped to get
We don’t care
It’s how you sell it
They’ll all say
We need a holiday
Love the mad ones
And trust the bad one
We’re not doing
Much better, anyway
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11. |
Is This Art
03:45
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Is this art is it tested
By the people who’ve invested
A considerable sum of money
In this evenings free wine
Is there hope it will reach you
To enlighten and define you
Would your cheque book be opened
With aid of some lines
is this art, is this art, is this art, is this art
Is this sex does it feel right
Does it look good in the mood lights
Would you fuck it would you love it
Would let that thing be me
If it broke your heart you’d pay more
For the joy of feeling abhorred
Do you love a single thing
Or just the feeling of ennui
is this art, is this art, is this art, is this art
Is this art is this sex, can you fuck it
Would you tell the difference yes?
Is this art is this sex, do you love it
No one cares anyway
Is your heart in distress, do you want it
Do you just crave regret
Can we all fantasize
And believe that you’re better off yeah?
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released May 10, 2019
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Weekend Death Cult Brighton, UK
Weekend Death Cult, are garage punk psych rock band from Brighton (UK). Consisting of Gwenifer Raymond, a qualified astrophysicist and internationally renowned American primitive guitarist, And Allan Goodey, a middle-aged diabetic with two cats. They make a staggering amount of guitar, drum and theremin based noise. Confusing genre snobs and breaking drum kits wherever they go. ... more
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