Urban Professional Nightmares

by The New Pollutants

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1.
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
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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
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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
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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
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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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