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Everything Everything
Everything Everything


Информация
Откуда Manchester/ Newcastle, UK
Жанры
Годы 2007—н.в.
Лейблы Geffen Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Mike Everything
Jonathan Everything
Jeremy Everything
Alex "Temple" Everything



Альбом Everything Everything


Man Alive (30.08.2010)
30.08.2010
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Lucifer you're landing
Cross-hairs on the kitchen sink
Barb-wire in the
bathroom
I can't make new memories since

Flashbacks to the time
this
shell-shocked apartment was the place
i met with your boy
it's a mortal
thing, yeah it's a mortal thing
oh! he looked at me funny and a
oh! oh! think
our secret's out and a
oh-ooh-oh i try to explain
but then munitions rain,
and we're the epicentre

It's like I'm watching the A4 paper taking over the
guillotine,
It's like I'm watching the A4 paper taking over the
guillotine

And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
Cos he was
looking at me like "woah..!"
Yeah right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
And
tossing me the keys and I can't forget how
everything just coming through the
windows
and half the street was under my nails
it's like we sitting in the
Faraday cage,
when the lights all failed

i fly through the walls
all
pieces colliding and i
see raymond apart
he'a a frowning now, wagging a
finger at me
"boy!" his knees bend the other way and
"boy! boy!" are you guys
together honey?
"b..b..boy!" oh but now i can't find his torso, mmhmmhmm i
guess you're seperated ooh,
Monica i just wanna know...ooh

It's like I'm
watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine,
[Monica I just wanna
know..]
It's like I'm watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine

And
I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
Cos he was looking at me like
"woah..!"
Yeah right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
And tossing me the
keys and I can't forget how
everything just coming through the windows
and
half the street was under my nails
it's like we sitting in the Faraday
cage,
when the lights all failed


Lucifer you're landing (6 cars the
driveway oh i do believe it will be business inside)
Cross-hairs on the
kitchen sink (it's a real spanner into my works i think i kicked the
bucket)
Baby's on the bullseye (...do believe it will be business inside..)
I
can't make new memories since, ..ries since, ..ries since.

And I wanna know
what happened to your boyfriend
Cos he was looking at me like "woah..!"
Yeah
right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
And tossing me the keys and I can't
forget how
everything just coming through the windows
and half the street was
under my nails
it's like we sitting in the Faraday cage,
when the lights all
failed

And now everybody gotta go hungry
and everybody cover up their
mouths
And I haven't seen the bodycount lately
but looking at your faces it
must have been bad
and if everybody answered thier phonecalls..
but people
say the army's on fire
it's like we sitting with our parachutes on
when the
airport's gone

. . .


We slide in from the epoch of Anglo American wire
and a Saxon spire, glint in the glare far above me - put pressure on it!

She collapse me! Man alive, her every ache a baton to me!
Age of ending! Where’s the worth in proving i was here?

But maybe Qwerty can leave some little evidence while he lives
and all be lying in rows they can't believe that it’s happening
and Qwerty Finger replies "I don't know how to sleep knowing this"
I can't go down like the rest, Oh Qwerty take it away!
(if it's gonna happen to him)

So how will they remember us whole, when we turn into salt?
and it's mine, the fault, mine the dream, and the vein, home of whale-flesh, make soap out of it!

I regret so! Every wand I splinter in a fit of frenzy
Distant memory! She don't care for leaving anything behind

But maybe Qwerty can leave some little evidence while he lives
and all be lying in rows they can't believe that its happening
and Qwerty Finger replies "I don't know how to sleep knowing this"
I can't go down like the rest, Oh Qwerty take it away!
(then it's gonna happen to him)

I can't let you turn yourself off.

Off.

Your every ounce an element sleeping, a part of you just never quite receiving,
I wanna be the one to get in.
But the only way you tell me you're certain, to draw asunder every leper curtain,
would be a hail of every flower to ash.
And when every attosecond means nothing, and all that you believe in isn't working,
I can't begin to tell you I know.
And in 20,000 years they trawl the seaboard, but all that's washing up there is a keyboard,
yeah they piece it all together from that.

Come on, child, what you say, what you do, yeah it's all over now
Qwerty Finger no more! Qwerty Finger no more!
I can't do what you ask me! Qwerty Finger no more! No more!

She collapse me! Man alive, her every ache a baton to me!
Age of ending! What's the worth in proving I was here?

. . .


Brother you look like the Taj Mahal
One colossal dome above you and the smell of something or whatever
A pillar and a scimitar
A little…

Yes I miss you like the formless hide
Stretching over me and dangling from the coastguard in a chopper
The scaffold of me all awry
A little…

Broke your shoulder on the library steps
Hanging ‘round there in the dark just doing nothing or whatever
What do you mean you saw the stars?
You little…

I could write it in a murder font
I can say it a way that would be lying or whatever
I don't want them to tell us apart

You say that I'm an overlord?
I've got myself a fire hydrant
With more tyrant
In watery blasts
Then all of my past

You see me on the bridge a lot
But I never leapt over
The pent upper
My number is up, my number is up

But infinite and joyless little high fives
Are singing praise the lord
And pitter patter this schoolin'?
Is this schoolin'?
And “you matter not”
And “you matter not”

And Is it, the flogging of the Flinstone
That I'm supposed to be?
The cerebellum get schoolin'
And no schoolin'
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on

And I don't wanna make a scene
I don't wanna think about the third world hunger or whatever
Cause thinking always come across
A little…

And there's a meeting of the worlds tonight
Right above my head a miracle, the sun errupt forever
I barely ever raise my eyes
A little…

And oh I wanna make the peace
And god I gotta be on the train
Past the ruins the wall and the druids
Oh please


I'm whining like a braking bus
Maybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laser
I'm not about to open up…

You say that I'm an overlord?
I've got myself a fire hydrant
With more tyrant
In watery blasts
Then all of my past

You see me on the bridge a lot
But I never leapt over
The pent upper
My number is up, my number is up

But infinite and joyless little high fives
Are singing praise the lord
And pitter patter this schoolin'?
Is this schoolin'?
And “you matter not”
And “you matter not”

And Is it, the flogging of the Flinstone
That I'm supposed to be?
The cerebellum get schoolin'
And no schoolin'
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on
My number is up, my number is up

Earth, I take a long time
To learn about the big one
Gorilla limb swipe and beat
And I learn nil about earth
Remember how men would understand the heavens
But leaving those streetlights on
You can't see nothing there

So learn me anything good

Teach me something that works
I take a long time
To learn about the big one
Gorilla limb swipe and beat
And I learn dick about earth
Remember good men would understand the heavens
But leaving those streetlights on
A ghost dark hemisphere

I take a long time
To learn about the big one
Gorilla limb swipe and beat
And I learn dick about earth
Remember good man you understand the heavens
But leaving those streetlights on

. . .


Baby gets born, rolls on his back, opens his eyes and hears a voice
a-saying oh...
I'll tell you a secret about yourself, I'll tell you a secret about yourself

Your father was bad, his father was bad, his father was bad need I go any further on...?
You not gonna try to involve yourself, your pliable head is a walking hope

Cos even now, there's a bone snapping, doughy embryo, bloody hands clapping, the blood is clapping

If all the boys say you did it, and all the girls say you did it,
and if all the boys say you did it, and all the girls say you did it

Then man, you're as guilty as the ones the came before, you sleepwalked over here, the drawbridge creaks ignored.
So leave the engine room and go, leave the engine room and build a road,
Leave the engine room, the steam will peter out and I'm
tired of the centuries passing, the vacuum and the womb
and I respect that things have changed and I'm alone
and I remember snatches here, and I involve myself with utter madness

Leave me lounging, with my nerves butchered, and the ceiling torched, in the birth canal
cos even now, there's a bomb dropping, it's ever dropping

Cos all the boys say I did it, and all the girls say I did it, and mother all the boys say I did it,
and all the girls say I did it

and man, I'm as guilty as the ones that came before.

. . .


What is that incessant humming? Coming from your manga maw?
Oh, you breathe twin towers, oh – you gave your powers up.

….and I can't teach you how to stop it, and you can't make me understand
Break, the withered habit, mmm – I need your rabid smile

Your home, (with the family wife and child and wife and)
Your head, ([days] in the cemetery come the calm the calm the)
Take form, ([Time] as your figure becomes the stone the stone your)

First body, last body

I wish the summer was over us in bursts
We're in the middle of nothing we can hold
and the sewers erupting life in gold
I'm gonna happen and happen until my whole give up the ghost
I'm gonna renew my sinew until my cells divide no more

So lean me up and take a picture, I can't move my legs and arms
It's too much information, too – much to be thinking of

and each of us have separate houses, and each of us have separate souls
and some of us do nothing, some – some of us do nothing more

Your home, (sleep as your figure becomes the stone, the stone, the)
Your head, (time with the family, sleep the wheel, the tomb, the)
Take form, (dance with the atrophy cold and warm and warm your)

First body, last body

I wish the cesspit would open like a bible
I wish the rotten would blossom with the tidal
and, I've never been able to divide us
I'm gonna wrestle and wrangle until my legs become unreal
I'm gonna stumble and scramble my way to lactic ecstacy

While I can slumber, rest, move so slowly
It's creeping across his chest, like some cold weed
He's not as afraid as me, like some dancer.

My home,
My head,
Take form

I wish the cesspit would open like a bible
I wish the rotten would blossom with the tidal
and, I've never been able to divide us
I'm gonna wrestle and wrangle until my legs become unreal
I'm gonna stumble and scramble my way to lactic ecstacy


I wish the summer was over us in bursts
We're in the middle of nothing we can hold
and the sewers erupting life in gold
I'm gonna happen and happen until my whole give up the ghost
I'm gonna renew my sinew until my cells divide no more

. . .


I will gain an extra life, when I get the high score.
You could respawn
anywhere…
I am one with the furniture, more inanimate than amateur
Like a
television set! / Gangrene knuckle announced so audibly!
I will boost my
attention span; soon my clock will have a minute hand
You’ve become a
smithereen!
(I’m watching that!) Foxhound frolic on the abattoir floor, up in
heaven it’s symmetrical oh

Airbrush!
What have you done with my father?

Why does he look like a carving?
How do I live in the present?
I make my
own density?

And Ah-Ah-Ah!
Who did your Photoshop handsome?
You ready for
reincarnation?
Gotta come back as something organic,
Or come back as
something else!

Just come back as something else!

More dollar! Less
scholar! Less time!

My teeth dazzle like an igloo wall, I inhabit, I
inhibit y'all!
Can you operate alone?
Chest pumped elegantly elephantine,
southern hemisphere by Calvin Klein
Watch your dorsal fin collapse! / I know
nothing about my history!
I put a rainforest in an Oxo cube! Struck by
lightning if I take the tube!
Thank your chromosomes for that
I have skin
like a waxen peel, and a face that I can never feel but

Airbrush!
What
have you done with my landscape?
Flooding the fields with this clone
shape?
Where is the country you died for?
And what is the century?

And
Ah-Ah-Ah!
Who did your Photoshop handsome?
You ready for
reincarnation?
Gotta come back as something less frantic
You gotta banish
that army of panic
Gotta come back as something organic,

Come back as
something organic, or come back as something else!

I will gain an extra
life,
I will gain an extra…

Airbrush!
What have you done with my father?

Why does he look like a carving?
How do I live in the present?
I make my
own density?

And Ah-Ah-Ah!
Who did your Photoshop handsome?
You ready for
reincarnation?
Gotta come back as something organic,
Or come back as
something else!

. . .


Tell me why you came here, squatting round a Game-Gear like Sega never died.
We met inside a warzone, you said "let's fuck the Ozone" but boy, that hole's too wide.
You goosestep round the garden singing "Sap I bleed is hardening, no tree can break
my stoic stride,
I'm as giddy as a baby in a centrifuge – it's hard"

And we can argue that our planet's best, don't ring your brother cos there's no contest
I'm sure you'll make a decent father – there's a world war coming in – Oh the seasons I've been worrying

You drown a fly and murmur; "The Vatican was firmer, when I was back in school
and we use spray-tan in the trenches now, the problem with the French is how they won't admit they're fools
and you never tell me anything, you never tell me anything, I can't remember dates and times
and I'm sorry for the years I was a shipwreck boy – it's hard"

I want to tell you that it means so much.
I want to tell you that it means so much.
I'm sure you'll make a decent father – there's a world war coming in – Oh the years that I've been worrying

Oh, I'd rather dash myself upon the rocks, than see you waste away your days with clocks
In every corner of your parent's home – and there's no world war coming in, all the reasons I've been worrying,
Just forget the parts you'll never need, all these things I'll tell you when you wake up.

Make a child, a child, a forest

Make a child, make a child, make a forest

. . .


Blitz, you test me, no more
I'm calm, now absent, I'm date-rape yellow - black to the liver come on

take my lung, take my loose tongue, take my sum - take my memory
Of nothing at all, nothing at all is what you remind me
No thread, no lips, no postscripts, no eclipse of my liberty
oh pedigree chum, pedigree chum I'm never your father

More, my arc light, my knees
when she casts off her clothes i don't know what is reality

my death throes, this - indefinite pose, her flesh codes - inconceivable
oh suffragette, suffragette i wanna be outlawed and AWOL
no alphabet can be used yet no cassette is available
oh i dunno how i dunno how i'm gonna reset my whole radar - forget, forget

Of nothing at all, nothing at all is what you remind me
oh suffragette, suffragette i wanna be outlawed and AWOL but

. . .


Come alive Diana, I don’t have time, to dig a grave, but I know, it’s the only option left to me now summer has sucked the stone, and burst your tyres.

On the shore you found him, warped and wild were his eyes, and they shook and they quivered in their sockets like a bullet they ricocheted between your thighs.

Her phantom head! Is thinking for all mankind I saw her portrait in the Mail
Her phantom head was directing the holiest of hunts
I made mistakes! I lost an author, ooh, and then I lost a daughter's awe
I don't know how you'd affect it, more

Her phantom head, her phantom head

Line the streets Diana, with armoured cars, oh column inch, timeless inch - can you inch another centimetre closer to hearts and minds? You’ll win them yet.

And the young Diana, she waves inside a global grief, in a wind, gonna pry her, gonna lose her, and the patterns emerge like germs, lest we forget.

He told me, he told me

Her phantom head! Is thinking for all mankind I saw her portrait in the Mail,
Her phantom head was directing the holiest of hunts
I made mistakes! I lost an author, ooh, and then I lost a daughter's awe
I don't know how you'd affect it, more

They're ringing and ringing the Liberty Bell
and I can feel the heat, I can hear the heat, rising for
That Aryan Aryan Aryan knell
and mother looks away, father looks away, for a second

[And her phantom head,] is rolling around some yard, while simultaneously wired

Her phantom head! Is thinking for all mankind I saw her portrait in the Mail
Her phantom head was directing the holiest of hunts
I made mistakes! I lost an author, ooh, and then I lost a daughter's awe
I don't know how you'd affect it, more

Her phantom head, her phantom head, her phantom head, her phantom head,

They're ringing and ringing the Liberty Bell
That Aryan Aryan Aryan knell

. . .


I awake in the future, I had turned to stone with fear, laid on petrified trees
In a high school massacre I'm fossilized and clear, the teenage terrorists freeze
We began dismantling the stadia and schools, singing save our simian souls!
Polished up warm bullets hanging static in the air, droplets glittering home

NASA knows, how the pheromones, cascade! Down the walls, you can't help the way you feel
You're the crudest oil, let your vision boil, yeah they're gonna dig a coal-face! out of you, Isambard I'm all steel!

Chasing homeless cheerleaders, through the sewers lit by burning polythene bags
Pushing flame scorched limos to the oil rig tonight, for the promenade dance
Fill your locker with an arsenal, hieroglyphic every particle, mother all about the coal and the lava and the gas that we are, lovers on the landfill, digging me up to fuel rockets and risk
Look across now honey the horizon, I can see a shuttle birth, is it a boy? Or a girl? Or a gun? I know it's ludicrous to be lost; there's never been a time like this

Everyone, is gonna end, up there, you're overcome, but NASA is on your side
It's happening, the sky is shattering, and they're gonna make a Death Star, out of you, but NASA is on your side
NASA is on your side
NASA is on your side

Everyone, is gonna end, up there, you're overcome, but NASA is on your side
It's happening, yeah, it's happening, and they're gonna make a Death Star, out of you, but NASA is on your side

There were children climbing over fridges in a rush to see the death of the sun
And we laughed all night when they said "treasure in the sky" and we had nothing but fun

. . .


I'll be the fox by the road I am
Enormous and evolved.
A predatory mass, in the dark I am unseen
Me dripping oil from my tail and
My eyes are through the fumes yellow as the arc of imagined LEDs.

I leave a path in the snow little
Rainbow diesel paws
I devour the smoke that erupts from all exhaust.
I make a dash for the median
There's a banshee searing past
And everything is light and it's noise and I reach the grass.

My eyes are wide and my teeth dropping
Straight out of my skull
They clatter on the road anatomically displayed.
I am as lithe as a vine as I
Whisper up the verge
And I am almost up to the shoulders of a horse.

Little Sea Anemone, pool of rocks
Why'd you see, an enemy I cannot?
Could there be, a more heavenly artifact?
As pure as that?

I sleep a while in the dark of a
Warehouse by the sea
I am now as giant as the sun I used to love.
My limbs are shoots springing forth I am
Impossible and black, and I can feel the gravity rushing into me.

I feel a pull on my fur and a
A hundred tiny hands
I can feel the men and the women clamber on.
They will embrace me tonight as a
A father and a son, and I will carry homo-sapiens through the night.

I can not imagine the things they did to you.

I cannot imagine the way it feels for you.

I can feel the gravity rushing into me.

I am but a hole in the fabric of the scene.

I was but a drop in the ocean all along.

. . .


Tell, your, friends not, to live, like, they are, with, terrible weights,
come with rope – to, hold up, the bridge, oh, the weights, the tiniest weights, grow, to…

Blind by daybreak, splintered, diamond matter will you
Make me lucid why'd you have to double my weights?
Double the weights, double the -
Travel over nothing boy I'm telling you it's

Time, to live alone yeah, time, to live alone
You did oh, but you did, what you had to, and live alone.

(So come on) Coldest exit lurcher, there's a bottle on the
fire, sleep in cinders add the burden up the weights
Double the weights, double the -
Heaviest of moments, all together now it's
damn near unconvincing, add the burden up the
weights, double the weights, double the -

Time, to live alone yeah, time, to live alone
You did oh, but you did, what you had to, and live alone

Friend, don't break the code, a tiny part, a tiny part remains.

I, know how it starts, and now I know
I know how it ends
I know just how it ends
I know how it all ends
I know how it all

. . .


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