MODULUS & ARGUMENT RECORDS Present THE C90s In 6 SONGS - POSSIBLE CAREERS FOR THE ART SCHOOL GRADUATE.

by The C90's

/
  • Immediate download of 5-track album in the high-quality format of your choice (MP3, FLAC, and more). Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

     name your price

     

  • Cassette

    Self-released C25 cassette with homemade J-card.

    First 25 will be pea green.
    Side B individually defaced with marker pen by Chris.

    Includes immediate download of 5-track album in the high-quality format of your choice (MP3, FLAC, and more), plus unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    ships out within 3 days

     £3 GBP or more

     

1.
04:10
2.
3.
4.
5.
04:53

credits

released 09 October 2013

tags

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist
Track Name: Bombay Boy
To sleep is to resist,
Ceasing to exist,
He knows; he was there,
When bullets filled the air.

He sleeps until 4PM,
To hide from the silence,
Fifteen minutes and, he'd never sleep again.

Hell is written in the stars,
It's the semtex in my car,
It's the slaughter in the Taj,
You, you cannot break his will,
He is standing still,
Against the fear that drives the kill,
(He's a broken Bombay boy).
Track Name: Sucker For A Blonde
You find yourself in some girl's pocket,
Speaking straight into her eyes,
You told yourself you'd never love her,
Cross your heart and hope to die,

And you're the rabbit in the snare,
Reaching out for what isn't there,
From self-contained to comatose,
Why the Hell? Oh, Heaven knows.

You've sold yourself unto mirror,
She mirrors everything you do,
There's not a subtle shade of difference,
You love her just as you love you.
Track Name: Killer Cauldfield
The wisdom of hindsight means nothing,
To the morally blind,
And I'll strive to remove those,
That love me out of spite,
And I'll catch the children,
Running through the rye,
And I'll try.

I will put right.

Yes, I do believe in a God, but,
I have no faith in him,
The leaders will lead us,
Into neglect and sin,
And they will employ,
The Catholic whipping boy,
And I'll try,
Track Name: Judas/Social Retard
Oh, I want to love you,
But I haven't got a heart,
I know this is true,
Because I took myself apart,
And all I found was some blackened, withered thing,
Try to patch it together with paper and with string,

Now, all patched together with paper and with string,
I, oh I have fashioned some sort of primitive splint,
I'm on iodine with vinegar for blood.
Got to kill the cancer, nip it in the bud.