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The Alternative (Live)
05:51
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Lay back for me
You are just exactly what I need
In this cold town
Lay back for me
The three of us in circus and in liberty
It’s been too long
So throw your guilt religion
To the liars and the weak
This is the politics and war of ecstasy
And all the nonsense of that vision
That is failing every test
Is the comedy and death of your senses
The alternative to real world
Is just time for me and a fantasy
Be blind to myself to idolise
The alternative to real world
Is just time for me and a fantasy
I’m blind to myself to idolise
You work so deep
Astonished and in rapture
I can barely speak
These are hard times
Hormones in key
A slow whispered wet confession
From our body heat
There’s no return
The alternative to real world
Is just time for me and a fantasy
Be blind to myself to idolise
The alternative to real world
Is just time for me and a fantasy
I’m blind to myself to idolise
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From a fall I hored the word conviction
And the thrill to the swell is in your golden touch
But the flesh is weak and without reason
So I slave to your beat and sword for all time
God give a little love, bring me back a dog in the next life
God give a little love, wanna be a dog in the next life
When you strike with soul and quick precision
I am smacked by a nervous twitch and cold desire
They say the wretched get their kingdom
Bring it on, it’s my time, let’s go, we all die
God give a little love, bring me back a dog in the next life
God give a little love, wanna be a dog in the next life
The trouble is me, you
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The Negative Sex (Live)
03:25
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Pay no attention to obedience
Burnt kids and wishes fixed and forgotten for my self-defence
We all want to fuck ourselves and rape the world
So the art of a cult will prevail
In vanity, not god, not love
Oh no, we can’t leave it alone
Oh no, we can’t leave it alone
Because the negative sex was born into a bloodline
The negative sex is power for a lifetime
Show man the mix and the alternative
It’s all ammunition for the gender bend and the bedroom twist
They say that the fashion’s just not feminist
But the sweet and the turn-on sits
In the laps of the girls with the balls and the hits
Oh no, we can’t leave it alone
Oh no, we can’t leave it alone
Because the negative sex was born into a bloodline
The negative sex is power for a lifetime
Sex for a lifetime
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President (Live)
04:35
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They pull our strings
The animals
The blind that breed the hate
Under their wing
We’re scientists
We swallow what they fake
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident
Most fall in line
They do the dance
And salute the safest name
Bored with their lives
Grind, socialise
And throw all the beauty away
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident
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Mercy (Live)
06:03
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Mercy – well I melt in the kiss by the words and the whispers you sing me
Mercy – I’m frail in the kill by submission and will that you bring me
Mercy – when I’m nothing but ego you slap me to let go and sleep free
Now I sleep free
You’re my toybox and my memories
When I smell your skin you just make my whole world weep
I’m at your feet
Mercy – when the grey turns to black and the wave’s on my back you make me smile
Mercy – it’s the trauma and martyr you crush into pleasure and downtime
Mercy – it’s the shining of you that just breaks me in two like a lifeline
You’re my lifeline
I’m the idiot to your poetry
When you burn you bleach everything and all I need
Is at your feet
Mercy – are the licks and the lips of temptation just tricks not for playing?
Mercy – are you the camera suck gun slut to headphone fuck holes in my being?
Mercy – are you everything which put the sex into bitch or just faking?
Do you fake it?
So I celebrate your chemistry
If you bond with me, I could make your whole world sweet
I’m on my knees
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6. |
Lulled By Numbers (Live)
04:23
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Who put the mess in your head
Filtering the sense of all you could have said?
Who stole the words from your mouth
So twisted in contagion, and reaching out?
If this is the lullaby then
Why am I not sleeping easy?
If you leave me alone, I will come home
Dragging my tales behind me
Sweetheart, they’ll hang me out to dry
When nothing is left
There is always us
If I could sing you to sleep
Lay you down and pray that you’re a soul to keep
I would be all that you need
Wider eyes oblivious to everything
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7. |
Kiss And Swallow (Live)
05:28
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Do you pay for your crimes?
Does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero?
You’re nothing till the weekend
If you think that you’re the thrill
Take a look at your life, you kneel before your heroes
You’re nothing till the weekend
Could you care for the blind?
Tell me all in all they’re just your kind of zeros
Something for the weekend
And if you think that you can spell
Make a list of the cunts you’d send to hell and send them
Send them on the weekend
Echo echo, I know it’s a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo echo, a kick in the head to kill the hollow
Do you care for the blind?
Tell me all in all they’re just your kind of zeros
Something for the weekend
And if you think that you can spell
Make a list of the cunts you’d send to hell and send them
Send them on the weekend
Echo echo, I know it’s a sin to kiss and swallow
Echo echo, a kick in the head to kill the hollow
Are you listening?
Now, in the narrower sense
I can hold you down
By candlelight with indifference
Let the comfort stop
I love you on your right side
It happens
The promise is broken
The reason is let go
It happens
Are you listening?
I know it’s a sin but tell me it happens
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8. |
Spit It Out (Live)
06:37
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And if you’re hurting,
I will replace the noise with silence instead
Flushing out your head
If you like it violent
We can play rough and tumble, fall into bed
And I won’t breathe so you can recover
When you’re in pieces
Just follow the echo of my voice, it’s okay
Tune into that frequency
Don’t fight your reflex
Embrace the instict you can feel your way
Through the burden we face in the end
’cause it breaks my heart
That we live this way
I know people need love
But people never play the game
And we talk the talk
We communicate
But then people need love
And those people never play the game
Pleasure for pleasure
A tease is consequence enough for a fall
But I know you love to take the risk
The past is weakness
Don’t beg the question when the answer is war
There are moments when I’m overcome
’cause it breaks my heart
That we live this way
I know people need love
But people never play the game
And we talk the talk
We communicate
But then people need love
And those people never play the game
And it breaks my heart
People need love
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Her mother said if she couldn’t love
The physical way a woman should
Then where else could she could go
Where the sisters and the fathers can’t save her soul?
Send them in, see them on
If she can’t find a lover she’ll fashion one
Imaginary man
Like the burnt out poets in the Hinterland
The hourglass sees what shelf-life does
She asked exactly: Tell me what is love
But breathing life alone?
And just the words from prophets and religious shows
Imagine hurt, imagine tears
She opened up until she disappeared
And vanished hand in hand
With all the long lost children locked in Neverland
The phoenix says – Burn for me
The double says – Lie for me
The serpent says – Beg for me
The siren says – Die for me
Why use the word, when the word needs the belief?
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Missile (Live)
03:49
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So you came like a missile
Falling on my head with the black sky
Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away
Then you came with your breeze blocks
Smashing up my face like a bus stop
Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away
Like the drunk you convinced was sober
You keep me falling over
Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away
With the best of intentions
You tried to give an ocean directions
Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away
So you came like a missile
Leaving me the whole world in exile
Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away
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He takes your face and positions it to take your mouth
You bite, you bite to excite yourself
He wants the colour of you to wear and feel alive
And you bite, and I’m awake and I’m the slave tonight
You lie, you lie to spare my life
You needed it, he tasted you inside out
Say it
Your joy, your joy is my low
So you wash yourself to start again
Your joy, your joy is my low
When you crack the whip I crawl again
You shift the play, push the curve to sit between your thighs
It’s a sign, it’s time to exercise the lines
You want the double cut through to wet, invade and slide
So you slide, and I’m awake and I’m the slave tonight
You lie, you lie to spare my life
You needed it, he tasted you inside out
Say it
Your joy, your joy is my low
So you wash yourself to start again
Your joy, your joy is my low
When you crack the whip I crawl again
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IAMX Los Angeles, California
Chris Corner's prolific solo project. Originally founded in 2002 as a departure from Sneaker Pimps, IAMX is known for electronic experimentation, punk energy, and confessional lyricism. Learn more at the links below.
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