'BRITAIN'S GOT TALONS' - by Copper Kites [Wo wo wo wo-oh ... / Wo wo wo wo-oh] Singing riddles and rhymes Of our modern knavery These are the flashing blades Of our epoch's carvery Claws of a killer beast Sharpened for your butcher-priest Play parts, lives entwined In slavery to desire. The beats are mashed / Teeth gritted gnashed / The body smashed. Aggressive acts / In flames, the rash / Wield bloody axe. So over-taxed / With ears of wax / Deaf to the facts. The walking dead / The devil's text / Display the lack. Shriek out the parables Of this greed and poverty. Wailing a tale of woe, Waste and austerity. This is a primal scream To midnight technologies, Superseding Human being. It's all attack / Nothing distracts / This donkey dance. The body bags / Barcoded packs/ Souls sold as snacks. The underclass / The overdraft / So overcast. The bloody blags / The strings they slash / The bling, the flash. Wo wo wo wo-oh ... Reeking sewer things, Deluge, excreting dreams. Farewell, forgotten trades: Guilds and skills now lost and faded. Sing out a lullabye Of destitution and confusion But first serve his master's voice Money, drugs, guns and vice Gamble, place your bet From sunrise to sunset. The state we're in / The chip, the pin / Hormones and glands The core, the pith / The monolith / The cyberman The mega-riff / Machine-gear-shift / Eternal drone The monotone / The colour clone / Sink like a stone. Singing riddles and rhymes Of our modern knavery These are the flashing blades Of our epoch's carvery Claws of a killing beast Sharpened for your butcher-priest Play parts, lives entwined In slavery to desire.

'HARD HATS' - by Copper Kites Put your hard hats on Here come the hawks’ talons. Beware the pecking of the beast The smashing of your shell. Put your hard hats on Here come the hawks’ talons. Beware the pecking of the beak The smashing of your shell. It leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold. Put your bullet proof vest on Here come the aimless shooting guns. Beware the ricochet of bullets The stray danger of hot metal. Put your bullet proof vest on Here come the aimless shooting guns. Beware the ricochet of bullets The stray danger of hot metal (hot metal). It leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold. It leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold. Confusion on the networks (“Confusion on the networks”) Put your harness to a heaven Beware the fall into the canyon. Compare the constant competition Suck in dreary derision. Put your harness to a heaven Beware the fall into the canyon. Compare the constant competition Suck in dreary derision (competition). It leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold. Leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold. It leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold. Leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold. © Copper Kites: Richard Charles Crook, Carl Benedict Graves, Benedict Wallis 2010

'LANDFILL' - by Copper Kites (Woaahhh …) (Huh! Yeah. Duh!) Detritus: they’re so full of it. Dissection of the human abattoir Consumer, with an alibi Delusions, and pathetic pride. Yes. It’s a landfill. A mountain rise, Detritus. Bandwidth filled. A cardiac - a cardiac deficit Such tear-less eyes From a steely gaze Expedient to market wills, Cheap thrills and expensive spills Yes! (Whoo-oh-oh) It’s a landfill. A mountain rise (Whoo-oh-oh) Detritus. Bandwidth filled. (Whoo-oh-oh) On a plastic island. In a lifeless sea, (Whoo-oh-oh) With Doctor Death and Sister Hell. Huh! Illusions, on their paths to gold Confusions – cognitive dissonance. Consumer – with alibi. Collusion and pathetic pride. Yes. (Whoo-oh-oh) It’s a landfill (Whoo-oh-oh) A mountain rise (Whoo-oh-oh) Detritus (Whoo-oh-oh) Bandwidth filled (Whoo-oh-oh) On a plastic island (Whoo-oh-oh) In a lifeless sea (Whoo-oh-oh) With Doctor Death (Whoo-oh-oh) And Sister Hell. [repeat]

'HEART / BREAK' - by Copper Kites I don’t believe a word you say - the shape your mouth makes In the light of day - we’re talking horse-shit Smile away while you lie. The tape denotes a fake Your trickery betrayed: you'd take it all. We’re all whores and we have our price Sell ourselves to the highest bid Settle scores caught in yesterday’s wars Where the winner has the highest debt I’ll keep my eye on you, for signs you’re on the take Do you practice what you preach? Are you talking dogs hit? The crocodile tears display – the surplus value made Misrepresent the concept: fraudulent courtship We’re all whores without a cause Sell ourselves to the highest bid Torrid tours along the crumbling walls Before the bulldozers come to call Appetites are never satisfied Only out for a free ride Costumes and props – a sting with a con Hustle your way out of family and friends You don’t display your marks. You’ve got your camouflage And if no one asks, you don’t need an answer It’s just your honesty – time to use a mirror Nothing could be clearer. Nothing could be clearer. We’re all whores without a cause Sell ourselves to the highest bid Torrid tours along the crumbling walls Before the bulldozers come to call Appetites are never satisfied Only out for a free ride Costumes and props – a sting with a con Hustle your way out of family and friends I sold my soul cheap. I sold my soul cheap. I sold my soul cheap. We sold our souls cheap. Heart. Heart. Break. Break. Break. Break. I felled a forest. I felled a forest. I felled a forest. We felled a forest. Heart. Heart. Break. Break. Break. Break. © Copper Kites: Richard Charles Crook, Carl Benedict Graves, Benedict Wallis 2010