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Mute Studio Sessions

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“The Mute Sessions were undertaken as a way of using alternate instrumentation to accentuate different sonic and conceptual contours, which may not have been so heavily in the foreground in the album versions.

 

“Tape manipulation, musique concrete and synthesizer programming were some of the techniques employed here.”

 

“We endeavoured to strip a few of the songs of their machinations, as if re-sung from sheet music at the end of times to a tape loop and a broken piano.”

Franklin James Fisher:

lead vocals, piano, sampler, synthesizer

Ryan Mahan:

vocals, bass, piano, drum machine, synthesizer

Lee Tesche:

tape loops, vocals

Matt Tong:

chain, electronic cymbal, vocals

Recorded August 16th & 17th, 2015 in London at Mute Studios
Engineered by Dan Williams
Mixed by Tom Morris at Gun Factory Studios
Mastered by Carl Saff

Blood

For all your love of soma
All my blood’s in vain
You say your history’s over
All of my blood’s in vain
Your television coma
All my blood’s in vain
It’s gone too far to change
All of my blood’s in vain

Flash across your screen
[They] got you in their hand
Fifteen minutes of freedom
Still 3/5 a man
Sterilize your conscience and disgrace your name
A healthy simulation
All my blood’s in vain

For all your love of soma
All my blood’s in vain
You say your history’s over
All my blood’s in vain
Your television coma
All my blood’s in vain
It’s gone too far to change
All of my blood’s in vain

Liquor stains your table
Women change your bed
You rise on Sunday morning
Just like the living dead
Your Hell is fornication
Your Heaven is the same
But master is complacent
So all of my blood’s in vain

For all your love of soma
All my blood’s in vain
You say your history’s over
All my blood’s in vain
Your television coma
All my blood’s in vain
It’s gone too far to change
All of my blood’s in vain

Four hundred years of torture
Four hundred years a slave
Dead just to watch you squander
Just what we tried to save
Now death is at your doorstep
And you’re still playing games
So drown in entertainment
Cause all our blood is in vain.

But She Was Not Flying

I’m going home to see the king
He’s gonna take my pain away
I’m gonna see my friends again
If only I can make it in

But there’s a lizard with a human face
He says he’s standing for democracy
And every wealthy man has earned his place
As did the undeserving in their poverty
He told my brother that he wasn’t a man
He broke my sister down again and again
His fathers stole and wrote the laws of the land
And now he flips the coin of power with all of his friends
Deciding who is fit to go out and die
And who is black enough to be left behind
And who will model their exceptional lie
And just how many they can murder at the border line

I knew a women with a scale in her hand
They bound and gagged her with the laws of the land
She couldn’t tell what she was measuring
So they tilt the scale to meet their own personal ends
Saying “I’ll shoot your son if he’s out of line”
“I’ll rape your daughters underground where I hide”
“And I can murder anytime that I like”
“’’cause I’m protected at my left and my right”
“I got a side that says I’m only a man”
“Another side that puts the gun in my hand”
“I’ll trade your product of environment”
“For any alibi for consequence”

Remains

And the chained man sang in a sigh, “I feel like going home”
And the dokdar fell holding the shell of her child and said, “I feel like going on”
While the captors boast on how they lower your costs
The rich men gamble at the foot of the cross

We’re your careless mistake
We’re the spirits you raised
We are what remains…

And one-by-one they made the ants march down, down into the killing fields
And I know more than one place where you might never come back if you show how you really feel
But there’s a brand new show for you to watch today
So all the Western eyes can look the other way

We’re your careless mistake
We’re the spirits you raised
We are what remains…