Urban Professional Nightmares

by The New Pollutants

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The original 12" release featured 4 tracks from The New Pollutants Hygene Atoms on Side A. Since they are available there to download they have not been included on this release. This digital version also comes with a previously unreleased remix of MKB's 'SA Boy' and the original chip-tunes version of Online Celebrity

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released April 1, 2004

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Mister Benjamin Speed Los Angeles, California

Mr Benjamin Speed’s dreams are a major influence on him. He uses them to gather and refine ideas for music, as well as his life. Ultimately he wants to give more love than he receives and aims to transcend space and time through the power of ludicrous thought. He is also addicted to social network buffoonery, liquorice, watermelons and anything with ginger in it. ... more

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Track Name: Blast The World Into Space
Verse 1

It’s not us against them; I don’t want to take sides
It’s not the women and men that expand the divides
I want to make friends I want to make amends
I’ll stop to think and just hope it transcends

I’m all stressed out I’m in a panic I feel
Our life is represented in a cinematic newsreel
What do we do if the smoking gun ain’t smoking?
I don’t think they care and I don’t think they’re joking

If you’re into religion they’re all under one steeple
If you think just a smidgen we are all one people
We’re killing ourselves; yes that’s me and you
It reminds me of the days back in World War Two

Bomb, psalm; take a page out of Vietnam
The last thing to do is to keep everyone calm
Prey on their weakness, they think, they worry
They’ll all go away if you bomb them in a hurry

Chorus

Blast the world into space; I’m sick of the human race
Show me your back cause I don’t want to see your face
Let’s get rid of it; It’s all going to waste
So let’s all use our heads and blast the world into space

Get me out of this place; it’s such a disgrace
We can blow everything up but we can’t leave a trace
Just think for a second; it’s us we’d replace
So let’s all use our heads and blast the world into space


Verse 2

Religion, relation it’s a constant quotation
Frequent intolerance breeds frequent frustration
Old wars, cold sores; both sides are insane
I’m yet to see benefits of a militant campaign

These days we ponder on the way our life’s heading
It’s all coming to and end, that’s what we are betting
We need a level head before we need a savior,
We need peace and prosperity not suicidal behaviour

A dubious democracy in fixed elections
It’s time to listen, close your mind and take directions
Tow the party line; tell half truths and lie
You’re a traitor, its treason, no reason you die

Bomb them to the Stone Age; it’s the only way to do it
And if that doesn’t work get some nukes on to it
But an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind
Its time El Presidente you’ve got to make up your mind

Chorus

Blast the world into space; I’m sick of the human race
Show me your back cause I don’t want to see your face
Let’s get rid of it; It’s all going to waste
So let’s all use our heads and blast the world into space

Get me out of this place; it’s such a disgrace
We can blow everything up but we can’t leave a trace
Just think for a second; it’s us we’d replace
So let’s all use our heads and blast the world into space

Verse 3

If we gave the world to the stars there’d be no more cars
We could go away tomorrow and then live on Mars
It would be a peaceful life no troubles, no vanity
But I think I’d get bored in a life with no humanity

We all need a world that is governed by love
Runs on friendship or charity or all of the above
To hell with the fanatics not the people’s democratics
1 plus 1 equals 2 in mathematics

This issue’s gigantic if all sides are pedantic
Put me in the position, I’d be entirely sycophantic
Complimentary to everyone, try to make them smile
Tolerant not turbulent, honest not hostile

So please, please free all the refugees
They’re not any different, they don’t have a disease
Now if we prefer not knowing our ignorance is showing
If this is the only way then up is where we’re blowing

Chorus

Blast the world into space; I’m sick of the human race
Show me your back cause I don’t want to see your face
Let’s get rid of it; It’s all going to waste
So let’s all use our heads and blast the world into space

Get me out of this place; it’s such a disgrace
We can blow everything up but we can’t leave a trace
Just think for a second; it’s us we’d replace
So let’s all use our heads and blast the world into space
Track Name: 50k Backtrack And A Two Dollar Mic
Verse 1

There are too many options, there’s too many ways
There’s not enough adoptions in interests these days
This is the blend of not growing out of a faze
And being totally blinded by a Hitchcock haze

Our tendency is to take it back where it began
Cause this emergency doesn’t come with a backup plan
The bytes are out of order, we did it as fast as we can
This is the 8 bit wonder and the utility man

In the interests of saving space, in the interests of time
In the interests of hiss and in the interests of grime
We want to stay like children now is that such a crime
In a timbral sense we prefer not to shine

4 mono channels destroy the future of things
It’s the joy in simplicity and the limitation it brings
It’s taken us over; it’s got us under its wings
Go for safety in numbers if you’re pulling the strings

Chorus

With a 50k backtrack and a 2 dollar mic
Our knees go weak and our heads go light
There’s no point in technology if it’s just not right
We’ve got a 50k backtrack and a 2 dollar mic

With a really small song and a cheap little mic
Our knees go weak and our heads go light
There’s no point in technology if it’s just not right
We’ve got a 50k backtrack and a 2 dollar mic

Verse 2

We don’t stop playing because we grow old;
We grow old when we stop playing is what I’ve been told
We’ll be your bread and butter before we get sold
A little out of the ordinary is the brave and the bold

There’s been about a dozen people like you here before
They will eat you breakfast then show you the door
On the inside of the outsiders we’ll wipe the floor
With all those people who are only about keeping score

It’s the intimate grains and the infinite stains
Is the wonderful world of the intimate pains
A room full of wit, plus a room full of brains
Times a room full of junk and a room full of games

These are some of the parts that make the sum of the whole
Because some of this art can make fun of the roll
It was back in the days of a little heart a little soul
Where we ruined the shine and we liked what we stole

Chorus

With a 50k backtrack and a 2 dollar mic
Our knees go weak and our heads go light
There’s no point in technology if it’s just not right
We’ve got a 50k backtrack and a 2 dollar mic

With a really small song and a cheap little mic
Our knees go weak and our heads go light
There’s no point in technology if it’s just not right
We’ve got a 50k backtrack and a 2 dollar mic
Track Name: Return Of The One Hit Wonder
Chorus

There’s a kind of difference that’s kind of the same
When idols turn to people its kind of a shame
What’s in a thought is what’s in a name
Programs are dealt and taught by frame
There’s a kind of difference that’s kind of the same
When idols turn to people its kind of a shame
It’s either in the gutter or the royalty of fame
As we sift through the clutter for the loyalty of blame


Verse 1

It’s not like real life, more like a cartoon
In a midmorning midnight midday afternoon
If you keep really still it’ll be over the moon
There’s no future with the fork and the spoon

Call him Dr Panic and take it in stride
Benefits benchmarked to bombard the bona fide
Broken vows disintegrate with oxide
I tend to play a game of keep it on the inside

You only go as far as the people you know
Its I'm friends with him and he’s friends with so and so
They smile, they laugh and say how does your name go?
With all the sincerity of a television game show

A wise person said that perception is reality
Cheerfully coagulate cleverly with clarity
We control the media, the government and the insanity
whoever controls that is bound to control humanity

Chorus

There’s a kind of difference that’s kind of the same
When idols turn to people its kind of a shame
What’s in a thought is what’s in a name
Programs are dealt and taught by frame
There’s a kind of difference that’s kind of the same
When idols turn to people its kind of a shame
It’s either in the gutter or the royalty of fame
As we sift through the clutter for the loyalty of blame

Verse 2

Darwinian Man, though well-behaved
Is only at best a monkey shaved
I sit with a straight back, it’s the one we’ve craved
Replicas or replicants to the young we’ve saved

Unloved unwanted unbroken unneeded
Unsung Outlaws Cautions are unheeded
In a former life I was a professional unseeded
In a chalk and cheese lifestyle cinephile’s impeded

It’s the great white hype, black marks round our eyes
I hate the night light, watermarks and the sound of lies
If you think you know what were saying I’ll summarise
Reinduce rhetoric to reinduct recyclise

Our biggest tribute? We were abnormal at school
Tr!p was the reluctant recipient of ridicule
I was a flagrant philistine fool
And always wanted that nerd type of cool

Chorus

There’s a kind of difference that’s kind of the same
When idols turn to people its kind of a shame
What’s in a thought is what’s in a name
Programs are dealt and taught by frame
There’s a kind of difference that’s kind of the same
When idols turn to people its kind of a shame
It’s either in the gutter or the royalty of fame
As we sift through the clutter for the loyalty of blame

Verse 3

Never before and never again
He says what as I say when
Running around like a pig in a pen
The stunning sound of mice and men

I think on buses and sing to remain inspired
The on and off switch has never been required
Never become popular and never be admired,
Were an acquired taste or a taste that you’ve acquired

return the one hit wonder can you figure what it means
To come out of your nightmares and into your dreams
In whose spirit the search for truth it seems
People who cant function go to the extremes

I say how and Tr!p says why
Parachute the pestilence persevere preoccupy
This is the game we play do you sit there and sigh?
(Your power’s running out its about to die)

Chorus

There’s a kind of difference that’s kind of the same
When idols turn to people its kind of a shame
What’s in a thought is what’s in a name
Programs are dealt and taught by frame
There’s a kind of difference that’s kind of the same
When idols turn to people its kind of a shame
It’s either in the gutter or the royalty of fame
As we sift through the clutter for the loyalty of blame
Track Name: Online Celebrity
Verse 1

To drain the mindstate of its undead co-op
Is to feed an electronic to the very last drop
It’s inside out and the other way around
I'm more of a crippled and live life while homebound
It’s not called hiphop its two kinds of persistence
I'm way above your league cause my league is non-existence
A distance beyond what is immeasurable light
I'm a little bit of black and a little bit of white
It’s my own voice inside my head every week
I’ll crush you like a twig you little bedroom geek
I'm last week’s news and tomorrow’s trash
I’m these day’s woes yesterdays rash
New type of world but one that’s not so manageable
Inflict the kind of cuts that aren’t so bandageable
How do you feel when you hear a new pollution?
Here are 2 prototypes of human evolution

Verse 2

While I'm amused at this analogue recession
I'm in the middle of a digital depression
My dreams are like movies, but of the worst kind imaginable
Looking for the product while I’m looking for the intangible
It’s never up the front cause its part of the tricks
The eyes are the spanner so come get the fix
The outro as an intro expiration is what I've been through
I've got grey areas cause that’s what I'm into
It’s a higher percentage of your protein needs
I'm a the kind of data that breaks when it bleeds
A kind of faith in chaos Microphonia’s over
It’s the 1’s and 0’s of her life that drove her
Reverse psychological its best for me
It’s the Digital media that’s my heresy
12-point platter I'm unbound and steadfast
A promising future or living in the past

Verse 3

I prefer being unknown with my foot on the ground
The age of endarkenment ruined by sound
Too far to one side to be the bottom or the top
Its no use starting when you cant seem to stop
I'm a kind of disease would I offer you an antidote
Call me a virus when you listen to this anti note
No ps2 I'm down with NES
And if you don’t compute don’t get any stress
The other half of syntax difficult to interlace
This ain’t musical instruments digital interface
Motherboards and motherships program to colonise
Updated self-sealing automatic systemise
Best beats come when you feeling at your worse
Cause I'm not so good at this verse chorus verse
44-kilohertz the beat’s 8 bit
I'm too damn cold for that warm analogue shit