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Cosmetics (Part 2)
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Take old skool rave, add indie/punk sensibilities and anarchist politics, shake vigorously, then see what happens...
Total semi-competent amateur and proud of it! There are currently 10 full albums, 5 EPs and numerous stray tracks available here... keep checking up, cos more music is appearing all the time... For album and EP artwork, visit . If you think you can stomach more of this shit, then why not check the , and wonder at my musical development (or lack thereof...) I now also have a page dedicated to I've done for other people... Finally, there's also a wee side project that I have which goes by the name ...
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Genre
Electronic • Breakbeat
Charts
Peak #256
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Neil O'Brien
Rights
@anti-copyright
Uploaded
May 27, 2007
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:25
Story behind the song
The lyrics for this track were intended to go with Cosmetics (Part 1) - I was just trying to use a prostitute as an analogy for the way that Sunderland City Council try to attract investments... however, the analogy got away from me and so I ended up writing a song about a junkie whore. As it turned out, the lyrics didn't even fit the intended track, so I ended up writing a new one... In my head, at least, the two are thematically linked...
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She sits in front of the mirror Getting ready for tonight To sell herself on the market It’s her god-given right And it’s all she’s got left Cos this girl is sick She’s trying to make up the money To buy herself another fix With some cheap perfume And a revealing dress She’s trying her best to impress Anyone who’ll pay her for sex And though she’ll get nothing from it Except some STDs If they pay her enough Punters can do as they please She can’t remember a time When her body was her own She was always someone’s plaything Though she knows in her bones That this is all so wrong She just can’t escape This cycle of submission And perpetual rape So it’s back to work On the streets tonight For another episode in this Sad and sordid life And though she’s all tarted up In the latest style No amount of make-up hides The way her eyes don’t smile
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