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Mediaburn

by Cult With No Name

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1.
You seize information and just pass it on But your interpretation’s where you gone wrong ‘Cos everything’s lies except for this here song Recheck all those sources, satisfied that you know who all of them are, and what all of it shows And all of it’s true, citations they tell you so And who to trust and who to shake? And who’s on the cusp, and who’s on the make? Blind dogs… If you write it down, it don’t make you sane If you tear it up? Blind dogs… So don’t believe a word that you hear It’s all for the birds…as the worms reappear ‘Cos everything’s fixed by that there overseer And who to trust and who to scorn? And who’s on the cusp, and who should we warn? Blind dogs… If you tear it up, it don’t make you sane If you write it down? Blind dogs… Blind dogs.
2.
We won’t last Time is running out, and fast One day they’re gonna find us Dead, but never gone And so we’ll move on ‘Cos we don’t need this burning sun ‘Cos we don’t need to call this place our home Left, but not alone And we’ll move like a wheel inside a wheel But we just can’t keep rolling on when rolling’s all we feel But I thought ahead Brought my needle and thread So, we’ll head North Tell ourselves to keep warm Spin cartwheels on an ice floor then use them for their wood But these bonfires will only serve us for a while will only make us go outside and pile up more if we could So we’ll move like a wheel inside a wheel But we just can’t keep rolling on when that’s the only deal But I got this instead Got my needle and thread Got this instead Got my needle and thread So we’ll move like a wheel inside a wheel But we just can’t keep rolling on when rolling’s all we feel But I thought ahead Got my needle and thread Got this instead Got my needle and thread
3.
Watch them creating The effect’s devastating You’ll choke on the air as you breathe They might blow up a building A woodland may need clearing And all in the name of one scene, like some kind of wet dream They act like they weren’t aware They act like they really care The truth is out there, somewhere that in Hollywood you won’t find Bel-Air It ain’t CGI when the trucks roll on by in a smog that soon filters the skies But the set looks fantastic Under two tonnes of plastic some actors celebrate their disguise, with an Oscar for lies They act like they are concerned Like they’ve got nothing to learn The truth is out there, I swear that in Hollywood,you won’t find Bel Air Now in Hollywood you won’t find Bel-Air And in Hollywood you won’t find Bel-Air Now in Hollywood you won’t find Bel-Air And in Hollywood you won’t find Bel-Air Watch them creating The effect’s devastating You’ll choke on Bel-Air as you breathe
4.
They’re not gonna give up when we don’t understand what they’ve been going through But it’s not a bit of bad luck, men She won’t ever have eyes for guys like you They’ll share the hate with their friends ‘Cos all they ever want is a touch And they can’t take it again these girls who claim their charms ain’t enough On the seashore Girls taunt and they tease them They think they’ll fall to their knees when they call They’ve become all commanding Nice guys aren’t playing nice anymore They’re talking rape with their friends But all they ever want is a ‘touch’ And some misogynists tend to find out that their charms ain’t enough On the seashore On the seashore
5.
Fake Nudes 04:03
He lied, he lied Who wants to know and much less care if the face don’t match the one she had? She never says a word, so where’s the proof? She keeps her cool behind those shades No bodyguard for her today She’ll nod her way through countless interviews Side by side with the man she loves But bored to tears by the things he does She’ll stay inside and find something better to do Putting on the bravest face the man she loves doesn’t hesitate to point out what he insists are all fake nudes He lied, he lied A figurehead, all objectified And who can blame her for trying to hide the things that they’ll deny but we know are true? So piece by piece we’ll analyse the face that launched a thousand lies and maybe we’ll start to discover the real you Side by side with the man she loves But horrified by the things he does She’ll stay inside and find something better to do Putting on the bravest face the man she loves never hesitates to point out what he insists are all fake nudes He lied, he lied, he lied, he lied
6.
Watch it come undone With cheers from everyone Watch us slide along Across the edge They say that progress is quite the ride Ebb and flows just like the tide We don’t care about what was tried We’ll start anew without the truth ‘Cos there’s so much left to undo When people call for change they want a future they can claim Based on a past that they’re afraid did not exist Revolution is quite the ride A tsunami mistaken for tide We’ll destroy all that you tried We’ll start a new Without the truth there is so much left to undo Left to undo Left to undo Revolution is quite the ride A tsunami mistaken for tide We’ll destroy all that you tried We’ll start anew Without the truth there is so much left to undo
7.
Far ‘cross the sea, where some mob waits for me I row against the waves while the tide marks the days And I’m reaching for ground It’s nowhere I’ve found I paid you for this seat, not first class, more discreet Won’t see land here again, so wave to me from your plane as you fly on ahead to the safety of it And by air or by sea You never know what’s coming ‘Cos The General’s still free Somewhere out there he’s running, outgunning Far ‘cross the clouds, where the smuggling’s above ground Private jets stream across the terrain where I was lost And I’m floating away while you hand back your tray And by air or by sea You don’t need your papers ‘Cos The General’s still free between Khartoum and Naples. Not coming home Not coming home And by air or by sea You don’t need your papers And by air or by sea The General won’t save us And by air or by sea You’re sure to forget us And by air or by sea You will soon regret us
8.
Low on High 04:21
I hate to rain on your parade but it shot above me yesterday And it was lighter than air They say it’s everywhere, except for down here Yeah, you better be scared I hate to burst all your balloons but a day of reckoning’s coming soon You better take a deep breath And head down instead to Tanzania ‘Cos they got legions to spare Bomb for gas before they bleat Inhale the lot and hear us squeak that if we can’t carry on then we’ll just party on in stratosphere The view is better, I hear Low on high, we’re low on high Low on high, we’re low on high And if we can’t carry on then we’ll just party on in stratosphere The view is better, I hear
9.
10.
Mona 04:39
But can’t stop it melting away If we give it a while it’ll soon turn to hate And when time is your healer you’re racing against your decay Your image remains no matter what anyone does Your paper-thin ways still enrapturing us When time is your healer things change, sometimes they change too much And all that is left is a smile we can no longer trust Give it five centuries or more You’ll be frowning at us as we try to make sense of it all Hear Mona call For all of your charms all of our plans remain foiled You’ll fold back your arms after lighting the oil When time is your healer you can’t be too sure what’s to come What starts with a smile might just end up as something less fun Give it five centuries or more You’ll be frowning at us while too busy trying to keep score Give it five centuries or more You’ll be scowling at us as we try to make sense of it all Hear Mona call
11.
Today I feel like something’s coming on Some hateful quote or some distasteful, callous, or course remark And all views expressed are nothing but my my own so corporate sponsors whisper to me somewhere in the dark Do I believe half of what I write? What you will see is that all this spite comes at a price They love the fact I tell it ‘like it is’ Each time you tempt me I’ll just bait you back, time after time Stop being so goddamn argumentative You know the devil shouts the loudest in this pantomime Do I believe half of what I say? And can’t you see that all this spite comes at a price? And what you’ll see is that all this spite comes at a price
12.
Money's Gone 03:55
Someday we’ll ask ‘what’s it worth?’ And how can some dirt cost the earth? It’s not what was paid at the time But it’s how you sell, not how you buy If I knew all along The worth of these bones The things that I’m losing the most of my dirty cash on Tonight, I’m taking back control I’ll beg, I’ll fight for things I think I own Money’s gone Value goes up, then heads down With no rhyme or reason allowed And isn’t it time we should sell? This junk is just making life hell If I knew all along The worth of my bones The things that you’re losing the most of my dirty cash on Tonight, I’m taking back control I’ll beg, I’ll fight for things I thought I owned Money’s gone No cash in my hand, no hope for my schemes No way I can buy myself out of your dreams If I knew all along The worth of my bones The things that your losing the most of my dirty cash on Tonight, I’m taking back control I’ll beg, I’ll fight for things I thought I owned But the money’s gone
13.
No use in asking ‘what’s this do?’ Every four years it’s something new It might bring me a coke, ice and lemon to go with all the sourness It might bring an intern, a cigar she can earn make her feel powerless Don’t push me now to push it down No use in wondering ‘how and why?’ Each has a penchant for the strangest delights It might bring me a hoop, with a ball I can shoot and bounce around the place It might bring my acrylics, and a canvas to finish in an amateur way Don’t push me now to push it down It will bring me a coke, ice and lemon to go It will bring an intern, a cigar she can earn It will bring me a hoop with a ball I can shoot It will bring my acrylics and a canvas to finish Don’t push me now to push it down

about

The 9th album of Cult With No Name.

Tracklisting:

1. Blind Dogs for the Guides
2. Needle and Thread
3. In Hollywood You Won’t find Bel-Air
4. She Sells Incels
5. Fake Nudes
6. So Much Left to Undo
7. By Air or By Sea
8. Low on High
9. (No Such Thing As) Silence
10. Mona
11. All This Spite (Comes at a Price)
12. Money’s Gone
13. Button on my Desk

All fired up, the 13 track album MEDIABURN sees CWNN at the peak of their musical and lyrical powers, as they contemplate a disintegrating society. Once again they unleash a brutal acid wit on the electro-funk of ‘Blind Dogs for the Guides’ and jazz-tinged ‘She Sells Incels’, but still conjure up soaring mournful moments such as ‘By Air of By Sea’ and ‘In Hollywood You Won’t Find Bel-Air’, alongside the pure synthpop of ‘So Much Left to Undo’ and ‘Button on My Desk’. It’s an album that’s dark, that’s light, that’s electronic, that’s acoustic…and that’s anywhere in between.

MEDIABURN includes the usual CWNN special guest appearances. KELLI ALI weaves her vocal magic throughout, and STEVEN BROWN and BLAINE L. REININGER of TUXEDOMOON add evocative saxophone and violin textures.

Disco inferno it may not be, but CWNN still invite you to burn baby, burn.

Packaged in a deluxe fold-out box, with poster, download code and build your own jewel case kit (designed by Leigh @ Bit-Phalanx).

credits

released October 11, 2019

All tracks written, performed, produced and mixed by CWNN.
Guest vocals on tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10, and 11 by Kelli Ali.
Saxophone on tracks 4 and 8 by Steven Brown.
Violin on track 7 by Blaine L. Reininger.
Track 9 recorded exclusively using Olympus LS-P4 mobile recorder.

Mastered by Charles ‘Chicky’ Reeves at Sublime.
(p) and (c) 2019 Cult With No Name, All Rights Reserved.
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