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Reckless And Pointless
02:22
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The whole of life is pointless
And I don't know what to do with it
The whole of life is pointless
That's the truth of it
I don't know what I'm doing
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My name's Jean Paul Saltire, I'm angsty and tight
Like a moderator on The Guardian website
Hell is other people and I should know
This is my father Plato
Hi, I'm Karl Marx, I wrote Das Kapital
This is Engels - he's my pal
We're equally distributing wealth and ideals
Through the medium of burger vans and meals on wheels
We do good deals
Philosophy - it isn't tough
Come and have a go if you're Kierkegaard enough
I'm Socrates, I'm for free will
And a midfield wizard for Brazil
This is a utilitarian and liberal
My son-in-law John Stuart Mill
My name's Zeno, I tore time apart
and this is my sister René Descartes
We thought, therefore we are, so there
We'll speak in Latin cos we don't care
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Philosophy - it isn't tough
Come and have a go if you're Kierkegaard enough
Let's play Pointless - we know our stuff
Everything's a game when you philosophise like us
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3. |
The Age Of Reason
02:56
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People say there's a little yellow idol
To the north of Kathmandu
What they don't say is I'm feeling suicidal
Social media is my new glue
So take a good look at my selfie
My rictus smile doesn't look healthy
If you look closer you'll see I'm in Kelty
Near Cowdenbeath
That's a metaphor for What Lies Beneath
Since you ask, no I have not been to the doctor
I don't like to take that route
In this age of reason
Am I being unreasonable
To say self awareness is truth
So take a good look at my selfie
My rictus smile doesn't look healthy
If you look closer you'll see I'm in Kelty
Near Cowdenbeath
That's a metaphor for What Lies Beneath
Outside I'm Jean Paul Saltire
Inside I hate satire
Since you ask I'm down
My smile's an upside down frown
A tired old cliché, but true
So take a good look at my selfie
My rictus smile doesn't look healthy
If you look closer you'll see I'm in Kelty
Near Cowdenbeath
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4. |
Being And Nothingness
02:21
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Well, if I'm in an existential funk
I find it helps if I get drunk
I take a single malt, I reach for Jean Paul Saltire
When I'm lonely
Being and nothingness
I will not accept anything less
There are monsters nevertheless
In Lochgelly and Loch Ness
Everyone's acting a part
No essence, no brain or heart
Some of us have backbones
Some of us have smart phones
We're all lonely
Oh, if you're looking for sympathy
Or even profundity
Me, me, me
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
I used to have a personality
But I killed him, now it's just me
Now I'm just a dried husk
Everything that I touch
Makes me lonely
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Existence
03:44
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Every morning my alarm goes off at the back of six and I think
What the fuck is this?
Every morning I join the bus queue, look out for the bus and think
What the fuck is this?
Every day I'm sitting in an office and all that I can think is
What the fuck is this?
Every day I look at Twitter, sometimes Facebook and I think
What the fuck is this?
Existence. What a way to live a life
Existence. At least I'm not in Fife
Existence. Oh, it could be much worse
Existence. Call the midlife crisis nurse
Every day I hear the same clichés and anecdotes and think
What the fuck is this?
Every day I think tonight I'll change my routine and I think
What the fuck is this?
Every day I think I think this every single day and I think
What the fuck is this?
Every night I watch a bunch of crap on T.V. and I think
What the fuck is this?
Existence. I've got things to buy
Existence. And I don't know why
Existence. At least I'm fucking trying
Existence. There's no exit. Only dying
Existence. Is it the same as essence?
Existence. Pay the bills, learn the lessons
Existence. Oh, it could be much worse.
Existence. Here's another fucking verse
Existence. What the fuck IS this?
Existence. What the fuck is THIS?
Existence. What the FUCK is this?
Existence. WHAT THE FUCK is this?
Could you settle an argument?
Is life a lottery or a gas?
You asking me? Who do you fucking think I am?
ACAS?
I'd like to get to know myself
Before someone beats me to it
I've been trying
But other people have more luck
They can see right through me
I don't know how they do it
Well I do
It's obvious I don't give a fuck
My social skills won't pay my bills
I'm shallow with no soul
All I have is pills
Existence and Rock n Roll
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Coveted Trophy
02:37
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I don't need a wink
From the weakest link
I need a certain trophy which is smaller than you think
Don't need to validate my life
With children or a wife
Or being 2011's best comedian in Fife
All of this pales into insignificance
When you ponder the ridiculous magnificence of...
Na na na na na na na na na
Coveted trophy
When you play a role
You lose a bit of soul
You don't need an ambition or a mission or a goal
When you know that you exist
You try to make a fist
Of living in convention when you just want to get pissed
Try and keep a hand
Don't lose your head to head
If you have no exit strategy play dead
Being and believing
Being and deceiving
Being and redeeming
Being and appealing
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Lockdown
01:58
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Lockdown, lockdown
If you're losing the game
And shifting the blame
Don't start crying
You could still push ahead
Or maybe instead
You could be dying
Playing a blinder
There's a sidewinder
Behind you
It's not in the bag
Someon'es taken it back
They're right beside you
If you're rich or you're poor
You won't know the score
Sometimes life is a draw
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8. |
100 People
02:22
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We asked 100 people to name as many ways
to live their life by
They were gripped with the fear of existence and essence
No-one knows why
There are people that count
Every single amount
Of everything
But they're missing the point
And they don't really count
In the scheme of things
There are 100 people just waiting for questions
Out there somewhere
And nobody knows who they are
That's how they like it, they don't care
We asked 100 people to give us the answers
To everything
And they duly obliged so we know how to live
Everybody sing
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Nausea
02:40
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Will we ever make it to the next round
(Mathematically possible)
I'm too damn anxious, I'm too damn down
(Mathematically possible)
N.A.U.S.E.A - Nausea
If you like uncertainty, stick around
(Mathematically possible)
And watch this squirming species dig a hole in the ground
(Mathematically possible)
My anxiety levels and inner devils
Are twisting my propriety
I'm jumpy and nervous
like a cat in a circus
weary of society
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What Essence
02:36
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You live your life and never stop to worry 'bout a thing
Then you notice everybody suddenly dying
Everything's just going wrong
Will this depression last for long?
And you know that
Most of the good cunts are gone
Most of the good cunts are gone
When we took it easy and most days were much the same
Time just skipped along and we got drunk again
Everything just seemed OK
Some bad but mostly happy days
And you know that
Most of the good cunts are gone
Most of the good cunts are gone
Keeping it meaningless
What essence
Feeling the feelings less
What essence
Keeping it meaningless
What essence
Don't bother looking back at the things you used to do
Living for the moment and the minimum of truth
When everything just seems a lie
Anti depressants get you high
And you know that
Most of the good cunts are gone
Most of the good cunts are gone
Most of the good cunts
Keeping it meaningless
What essence
Feeling the feelings less
What essence
Keeping it meaningless
What essence
Most of the good cunts are gone
Most of the good cunts are gone
Most of the good cunts are gone
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Awry
02:11
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There was a time I looked up to people
Then I grew up and looked down on people
Then I thought everyone was equal
Except you and you and you and you
Now everything's gone awry
Awry, awry, awry
I always thought I would acquire wisdom
Or there would evolve a political system
Equally distributing wealth
And safeguarding your health
Oh well
But everything's gone awry
Awry, awry, awry
Now I just anti- socialise
Waiting for the world to civilise
I can see in your eyes
That you're lost too
What can we do?
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12. |
Sartre's Bike
01:00
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13. |
Insignificance
01:48
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I wake up in the morning and I feel so depressed
I don't want to get out of my bed and get dressed
People think I'm happy and go lucky as well
Really I am miserable
As miserable as hell
Nah nah nah nah
I can't stand self pity, self torture and self doubt
I really do not know what self esteem is about
Maybe I should try to get to grips with this stuff
Singing silly songs about it is just not enough
They lied when they said all you need is love to get by
That was pretty dangerous and I'll tell you why
You have to realise your insignificance too
Else you'll think the world owes its existence to you
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