Retro Neon Contradiction

by Fridge Poetry

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Nothing is as it seems.

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released May 25, 2013

Tim Harbour – Guitar and Vocals
Mark van Dijk - Drums
Ivan Oberholster – Bass
Carrie-Anne Richardson – Trumpet
Sidney Rubidge – Saxophone

Recorded and Mixed by: LeRoy Croft
Assisted by: Ivan Oberholster
Mastered by Richard West
Manager: Nick Hunt-Davis
Album Art: Anneke Jacobs
Produced by: Tim Harbour and Ivan Oberholster

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Track Name: Grey Generation
They were saying, complaining infact
Sitting round a sharpened table, teeth bared, holding hands
Crossed out on a page, “unity and brotherhood”
Right above the words “activism”
Underlined and bold

Their glassy eyes decide
Judge from the sidelines
Unwilling to participate yet so eager to debase
Fear of death is fleeting, we are all but becoming numb
A wave of art to wash away, the corporations sticky scum

That clings to you like brand new clothes,
Stylishly perforated to make them cool
Falling slowly your grey toy soliders
With painted face, your colours run, the question is
Can we take it anymore?

In the aftermath, the vicar and the businessman
Sit around an ornate table
DINING ON FOIE GRAS
Laughing to themselves they say
“Wasn't this easy? We didn't have to lift a finger”
“This war was lost, at home”
Track Name: Let it Go
Sitting watching clouds drift by
Always make me wonder why
Life makes no sense most of the time
Just gotta hang on try enjoy the ride

I find it hard to focus most of the time
But other times I can't get other tings off my mind
Fixation problems within reside
Causing mental suicide

And I wait....
For the world to stop turning
Though I know its not gonna happen anytime soon
Out of nowhere a figure comes to me and says

Let it go

Stuck on repeat inside my head, this ones not gonna let me get to bed
Smoke it out the restless dead, eliminating the impending dread
Figure 8 catastrophe, endless look of what has been
Sticking lightly to the ground, no hope just blocking out the sound

And I wait...
For the world to stop turning
Though I know its not gonna happen anytime soon
Out of nowhere a figure comes to me and says

Back again, my mind can't breathe yeah
I'm slowly going under, pulled on down by muddy water
Try to stop, relax, focus on my dreams
That I never can remember so I sit in brooding silence

While I wait
For the world to stop turning
Though I know its not gonna happen anytime soon
Out of nowhere a figure comes to me and says

All hanging out head back to my place
Had a few drinks sang and jumped around
Blotter paper stationed got my head in a trip
Satisfied, piece of mind, just want to let this slip
Hanging with my good friends, having a jam
Memories live forever, satisfaction comes so briefly

So we figured it out what's more to say
We gotta kick back, gotta live for today
So won't you join me, raise your voices, sing to dreams broken and to life!
When the world stops turning, I know I'm gonna be the first to go
Unless I can find a way to grow and let it go.
Track Name: Dukes St.
Down to Dukes St. Windsor
Where we used to get our fix
Everything is quiet now because of lazy pigs

The quality was never great
But guaranteed for sure
If all else fails, a call some details
To Amos my friend the man with the plan now

Got my coffee, got my green
How about a game or three?
Wine, whisky, brandy, beer,
Just can't satisfy me tonight

Chasing blue light highways
Such a mission to get a fix
Take the by ways to find the right ways
I don't know why they're trying to stop me

They all do it the popo too,
They told me once I know it's true
How we gonna work this out
Gotta fill out an R200 form tonight

You know you do
You do it to.
Track Name: Social Suicide
Lurking round every corner
Reaching out to anywhere
No one can ever be alone and no one can hide

The best and worst of all of us
It knows everything and more
Biding. Waiting to consume you whole

Oh no don't look behind you know it's there
Just keep on walking don't despair
Don't let it see your weakness or you're bound to fall
If knowledge is power then I'm grossly outmatched
Judgement day is here, the time has come,
I'm praying and I don't know why.

It's coming, beware
It's come to devour your analogue soul

And sometimes I don't know what I'm saying anymore
The reasons drowned out by the whispers and cries for help
Your heart's displayed on your sleeve, is that so everyone can see?
What use is reputation when you're in a shallow grave

It's coming
Beware
It's come to devour your analogue soul
Track Name: The Postman
Oh he's the postman, the midnight postman

Not always on time but when he arrives
You got to be sure
This package, is unbelievably pure
Cos he's the postman

The midnight postman

No one at home gotta get to the show
Can't get high cos I'm running so low
When you know you wanna settle your score
Just give me a call I'll sort you out for sure

Cos he's the postman

We don't have to worry, everything will be alright
This river never runs dry, fire stays lit tonight.
Track Name: Credit
Waiting for knock off time
The bottle store closes at 8
I gotta be quick, there might be traffic
How else am I gonna get to sleep

Trying to place these words with someone elses story
Just not mine
Keeping tabs on little scraps of paper
That I end up never throwing away

Waiting for knock off time
The bottle store closes at 8
I gotta be quick, there might be traffic
How else am I gonna get to sleep

Give me some credit
Im doing my best
I know its quite simple
but I just don't cut it
Keeping them burning
It's not quite that late
Fishing for dreams
In the warm night haze

Ok so not quite so removed
But I hope not misconstrued
Something to help it go down smooth
A little bit of everything, just for you.

Waiting for knock off time
The bottle store closes at 8
I gotta be quick, there might be traffic
How else am I gonna get to sleep

Give me some credit
Im doing my best
I know its quite simple
but I just don't cut it
Keeping them burning
It's not quite that late
Fishing for dreams
In the warm night haze
Track Name: The Tits
Welcome all to the revealing
Meet the bringer of power
With his unfinished stack of books
He has come to claim your soul

Victory belongs to the deceiver/decider
And may be hollow if devoid of any choice
So defy what you deny and defy the rest
Protest your detest or live in your silence
Track Name: The Clinch
Don't listen to what they tell you
They're riddling your mind
With the problems they have no answers for
Share and share alike

Skin up one more blizzy
To help me clear my mind
This world is too confusing
Don't let it bleed you dry

Pop and drop to the rhythm we'll forget till the morning comes
Sing along to the words you don't know and wait for the sun.

It seems so crazy in a world sophisticated
That we gotta try so hard to hide how we're medicated
Now there some blacks, some whites, some greys and somewhere inbetween
But green is the only one for me.

Skin up one more blizzy
To help me clear my mind
This world is too confusing
Don't let it bleed you dry

Pop and drop to the rhythm we'll forget till the morning comes
Sing along to the words you don't know and wait for the sun.
Track Name: Sci Fi Taxidermy
Every ten year we need a revolution
Something to keep us juiced up
It's so hard to keep up up living
In this retro neon contradiction

We all sold our souls
Or traded them for equal or greater value
Waiting for a cause to be attached to
Passing the time by getting tatoos

Fitting into a generation
I hope I get it right this time

We all have our own ideas but we don't like to share
Reality is, it's getting us no where
Strength in numbers is more than a myth
The chance of creation attached to the risk

Fitting into a generation
I hope I get it right this time

Tough as it seems we all have to try
Try not to be, that guy
But now that I see it, chances are good
We're quenching our thirst for fame and blood.