Credits:

All music created by Alex Strain and mr_mark_dollin, except as noted: Jbhaxadi contains synth lines created and performed by Laurence Davies; Saint Santa contains free-styling created and performed by MC Wrap Present. Final mix and master by mr_mark_dollin at Galloway Street Studio 2009. All sounds arranged, recorded, mixed and mastered via Renoise. Engineering advice by Simon Floth. Thanks to everyone who gave good feedback on these tracks along the way, especially Beatslaughter.

Artwork model: Maxwell. Art and web assembled by Mark.

Dedicated to the memory of lost furry friends.

For more music from Alex and Mark, visit:
http://www.dodgyrecordings.com/
http://www.markdollin.com/

Lyrics:

Now that I’ve left you alone :: It’s all quiet at your home :: Fear makes the madness within :: Let the delusion begin :: Bite your lip and sow your hate :: You’re so secretly irate :: This lie is all that you’ve got :: Until you eternally rot :: If only I could coax you to burst :: But delusion is forever :: In your quiet room :: In your quiet room :: Stuck in compliance cycle :: Washing their hands of responsibility :: Each of us rinsed and spun dry :: Hung out in the safe breeze of economics :: Our bodies secure we endure only to wait for the real danger :: The real danger :: We are backdropped :: We are backdropped :: An abuse more eternal than falling down your stairs :: Worse than any injury you can imagine :: It falls like night :: It’s invasion is slight :: It renders you mute :: It silences your thoughts :: And holds us in equal utility :: We are backdropped :: We are backdropped :: Dropped :: One day we will be dirty :: And we will not be cleaned :: We will not keep in line :: Your places not kept :: It will be your time to wash :: Time to join us :: We will not be backdropped :: We will not be backdropped :: We’ve only a few hours :: Before the government will find us here :: Check all your stuff :: We can’t afford to loose anything now :: This year you’re getting nothing :: This year you’re getting nothing :: Off to shop jock :: Big boy the toys the lot :: Ninety nine ninety nine :: Keep ‘em occupied :: Nine to five :: We have more presents :: Lots of tasty mmm window shoppin’ :: Window licking :: Tire kickin’ :: We could stick in :: Ninety ninety nine ninety nine ninety ninety nine :: List this :: All the presents I’ve got to get to hear this :: This Christ-miss :: Floors and floors of Santa Clause :: Licking up Torr’s :: In the red :: Licking tin tin :: Ring a ding :: Got every Christmas carol in :: Ring a ding :: A christian theory :: Bacterii :: Are you a pagan? :: I used to go down the street and buy a coupla things and then it got MORE :: And every toy I gotta get I gotta get MORE :: Bikes and carts and horses :: My house of schlock :: Doc to dot :: Bring it back The Christmas :: Ninety nine cents of every dollar goes to my Christmas present thing :: I’ve been saving all year for a hamper for the family :: Who got tinned ham and a lot of nice spam :: World spring of motivation :: Is this elation or just a MORE shopping? :: You’re getting nothing :: Waaa!!! :: This year you’re getting nothing :: Woa-oh :: And when how woke from childhood nightmare he discovered the brilliant bright orange was just as real and just as dangerous :: And he realised of all the places he could have been he was here :: He was here now ::  How could it be? :: I’ve got to get away :: Get away :: I’ve got to hide away :: Hide away :: Your violence is silence and I wish to speak :: Military conspiracy the truth I do seek :: Missile telemetry sovereign soil :: I’ve got to get away :: Get away :: How could it be? :: How could it be? :: Rare bird :: Flys within :: Take a look :: Through my eyes >>