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T. Dan

T. Dan, T. Dan,
Tears down to the river,
Tears down the white lines,
Of the Central Motorway,
Swan’s houses made of concreate,
Glass houses connect by short subway.

Progress, progress,
Don’t digress by way of heritage,
Means to and end by word of mouth,
This progression is paramount.

We are, we are to your fascination,
A humble crastination, an out dated way of life,
We are, we are to you imagination,
A source of constant frustration,
And we’ve messed up our lives.

But my life is my life,
And your life is your’s,
For all your floors,
We’re still on your side.

T. Dan, T. Dan,
If you come to opposition,
And what builds up then crumbles and falls,
T. Dan is a man,
Who can talk himself out of a room with four walls
(And fifteen floors).

We are, we are to your fascination,
A humble crastination, an out dated way of life,
We are, we are to you imagination,
A source of constant frustration,
And we’ve messed up our lives.

But my life is my life,
And your life is your’s,
For all your floors,
We’re still on your side.

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from Something Funny Happened On My Way To Utopia, released September 3, 2014
Martin Thompson: Everything

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Meiosis UK

Formed in 1999 by Martin Thompson, Meiosis continue to release records and perform live.

"Wonky arty indie pop"

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