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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Knives
Young Knives
Performer
Silke Blansjaar
Silke Blansjaar
Drums
Max Blansjaar
Max Blansjaar
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Dartnall
Henry Dartnall
Composer
Thomas Bonsu-Dartnall
Thomas Bonsu-Dartnall
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Henry Dartnall
Henry Dartnall
Producer
Mike Lindsay
Mike Lindsay
Mixing Engineer
Tim Turan
Tim Turan
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh dear. Did you see the latest line up
They all look so confused.
But I suppose it isn't entirely their fault is it
I'll explain
         
I must object to the current received wisdom and the modern social system
Championing the individual
Bodies and minds
Existence in time
Both are just projections
Of an ego in rejection
And in this dream
As real as it seems
The scarcity fallacy
Makes up the clear majority
Of thoughts in our heads
Are we better off dead?
ah you'll see it so much clearer when you banish past and future at your
Dissolution
Why are we still putting up with it?
Isn't it obvious they're the worst roommate ever
If you still aren't sure let me see if I can put some more meat on the bones
We are led to believe
That there is always something more that we need
And how to satiate it?
We must get our hands on it
Then we would find
That we had Peace of mind
Miracle of miracles
But now consult the oracles
Who say if you train your mind
To need more time
You'll forever be left wanting
Because you're always missing now
That way insanity lies
You want to give that a try?
This perception of duality
Obscures the true eternity of
Dissolution
Dissolution
Dissolution
It's all you need
Dissolution
Dissolution.
Dissolution
It's all you need
On an empty train
On an abandoned track
No destination
No way back
Denying the purpose
And defying the pull
We are the irritated
And the guilty parties
The maps deleted
And the cancelled stars
We're the local idiots
And the second-hand cars
The reduced isle armies
And The lay-by loves
We are the mirror dodgers
And the neurodivergent
The dietary requirements
And the ill at ease
We're the Keyboard warriors
The old, the sick and the Diseased
More and more a thought emerges
held together by the churning
of the thinker who did thought it
planted it and kept it watered
Raw behinds and blood shot eyeballs
soaked in sweat a modern marvel
No Pain No Pleasure
No Pain No Pleasure
No Pain No Pleasure
There is a field
I'll meet you there
Written by: Henry Dartnall, Thomas Bonsu-Dartnall
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