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Principles of Organic Synthesis
2021


As It Goes
Marchingband
Ride
161 Nights
Minus Sixty
The Show Must Go On
And Roundabouts

As It Goes

Take every moment, every day, every night,
Every hour, every minute, every second, take the ride as it goes,
As it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it goes,
as it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it,

Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday, and Thursday,
And a Friday, a Saturday a Sunday, then repeat it again,
As it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it goes,
as it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it,


I’ve long fought currents that threatened to take me away,
But here I lay, I don’t need a say,
No longer pulling me under, don’t bother today,
Cause I’m lost in space, I’m at mercy’s grace,

Let every minute of the hour of the day go to waste,
If it’s not thinking it’s on trinkets that they know how to hold,
As it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it goes,
as it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it,

They say that time flies by when you’re having fun,
But experience says we’re all bored, everyone,
As it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it goes,
as it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it goes, as it,


Sometimes I feel like my energy’s fading away,
So in bed I’ll stay, I’m not useful today,
The days are marked by the passing of dishes to wash,
Make another notch, that’s three days lost,

But break the cycle,
And show that we have nothing to fear, we like it here,
We break the cycle,
We’ll find a whole new world to see, come walk with me,
And break the cycle,
We take it where we wanna go, can’t tell us no,
Cause break the cycle,
And free us from the railroad track, there’s no going back.
There’s no going back, woah, no going back.
(No going back, no going back, no going back)

Marchingband

The megabytes, beamed straight to your phone
The world on fire, watch safe from your home
The headlines shout for views and clout
Just want your attention, don’t care what about

Newsflash, breaking, stories, chasing
Be the first to know, wall aglow, two hundred eighty letters
Hot takes, going like hot cakes
An endless supply of comments you gotta wade through
Too late, now you can’t escape
You can’t admit defeat and you can never retreat

And the
Marchingband
, it plays on and on
The music never stops for very long
The world decides it's time for you to go
You look them in the eye and tell them no

Interconnected strangled by the line
Interconnected black hole of your time
Interconnected misusing your tools
Interconnected abusing the rules
Interconnected while the fire burns
Interconnected won’t we ever learn
Interconnected there’s no standing down
And in the morning they’ll still be around

And the
Marchingband
it plays on and on
The music never stops for very long
The world decides it's time for you to go
You look them in the eye and tell them no

Ride

Go to sleep,
Tomorrow when you wake, you’ll still be here,
Day by day,
Tomorrow never changes, not anymore,

Eat, sleep, work, repeat, the lion’s share,
Of all the duties you must bear,
The going’s tough, at times, despair,
But keep on going, nearly there.
You’ve heard this story every day,
You know exactly what they say
It never changes, never fades,
Their expectations on display.

So when they finally go to sleep,
We know just where we’re gonna meet,
We pick the locks, remove the chain,
And roll it up and down the lane,
We’ll not be sheltered anymore,
We’ll see what Earth might have in store,
So put your arm around my sides,
Helmet on, and

Ride
,
All the way through the night,
Running the reds,
The lights of the town flashing colours we see as we fly,
Through the dark and starry skies,
Dodging the feds,
The taurus before us, the world at a distance looks fine,
And who are we to argue?
We've had life laid out for us, so rigid and flawless,
At the end of the day there's nothing to do but

Survive,
We’ll make it through the night,
Inches from death,
The rubber on tarmac, oh don’t it just make you alive,
For the first time in your life,
Don’t let it end,
And for just a few moments it feels like we’ll all be alright,
And who are we to argue?
Leave your worries at the door, keep the pedal to the floor,
Cause at the end of the day there’s nothing to do but
Ride
.

161 Nights

One hundred sixty one nights
, we were tryna survive
While the world was burning down.
And we’d hope to replace with a friendlier face,
But its mouth wouldn’t make a sound.

One hundred sixty one nights
, at the end of our lives,
And there’s no-one round to help,
When the barricades fall and there’s blood on the floor,
All we’re left with is ourselves.

Minus Sixty

The skies have opened.
Despite the pain,
We march in hope and
We work for change.

We fight the odds
But all the decks have been well stacked.
But still we muddle through
The forest of attacks.

Against the raging tides,
The saboteurs, the hate,
We will stand our ground,
Know we're safe and sound,
But when the cannons breach the gates, (it's)

Time to cry and feel regret,
Cause
Minus Sixty
is all you will get.
Spent hours hard at work and drenched in sweat,
But
Minus Sixty
is all we get.
Face the music, read the room,
We're slowly marching to all of our dooms,
Although we had a chance to change our track,
Well,
Minus Sixty
's the end of that.

Just be honest,
And stab me in the front for once.
The talking's over,
And we've all seen the evidence.

Think what you want,
But have the courage to say no.
They've worked their magic,
We all know how this'll go.

Behind the spin, the din
Of kings sipping their gin,
Oh the truth is there,
But the sleuths are scared,
And they'll blow up every sin.

Time to cry and feel regret,
Cause
Minus Sixty
is all you will get.
Spent hours hard at work and drenched in sweat,
But
Minus Sixty
is all we get.
Face the music, read the room,
We're slowly marching to all of our dooms,
Although we had a chance to change our track,
Well,
Minus Sixty
's the end of that.

And when I'm looking at the
Numbers on my phone
It's like the world has turned to stone
And on the bus I feel alone
Cause I can't trust the ones I know
Don't make a fuss, don't let it show
Contain emotions, let it go

They tell me it won't be so bad
But who can look around and say
That there's no reason to be sad
Cause we'll all live another day
We know that things will not be getting better
Nine years on, I still remember
Worked to death for sake of profits
Tried our best but couldn't stop it

Time to scream and face the pain,
Cause
Minus Sixty
has opened our veins.
Blood sweat and tears, for years, the smears severe,
But
Minus Sixty
is crystal clear.
Face the fires, read your rights,
We're lucky if we last the night,
Although we did it all that we could do,
Well,
Minus Sixty
's our Waterloo.

The Show Must Go On

Just take it as it goes, not like the world will know,
There’s nothing left to show except the status quo.
Turns out that they had lied, don’t know why you’re surprised,
We saw them override, they betrayed us from inside.

And from our own, we saw the billions of chances we’d blown,
With hindsight twenty-twenty vision we’ll know.
But despite our mistakes, we were riddled with fakes,
Doing all it would take to slam on the brakes.

The four organs are calling,
Let the curtains fall.

Oh yeah
the show, it must go on,

Don’t let this be our final song,
The music’s fading fast,
We have to be the last,
The last ones standing on the ground,
Two hands we hold on, safe and sound,
The rocks, they’re crumbling round,
We’re close to falling down.

Now I won’t pretend that there’s nothing wrong
With our tactics, our schematics, and the dance and song.
Every stumble, there’s lessons to be learned,
As far as optics are concerned.

But we can’t bunker down,
Where we’ve found renown’s a shield from sound,
We’ve all seen slander, that’s unfair,
But that don’t mean there’s nothing there.

When the numbers are counted,
And there’s no going back.

Oh yeah
the show, it must go on,

Don’t let this be our final song,
The music’s fading fast,
We have to be the last,
The last ones standing on the ground,
Two hands we hold on, safe and sound,
The rocks, they’re crumbling round,
We’re close to falling down.

So toughen up, bloody toughen up,
We’ll stand our ground fighting till we drop.
While traitors trade on hate and fear,
At the end of the day, we’ll still be standing here.

So maybe we lost one,
But we’ll win the next.

Oh we won’t stop, the fight goes on,
Cause this won’t be our final song,
The music’s fading fast,
But we will be the last,
The last ones standing on the ground,
We’re strong and stable, safe and sound,
The rocks may crumble round,
But we will never be brought down.

And Roundabouts

New lick of paint,
And she’ll be right for the judgement day,
Ignoring all of the things we’ve changed,
Door to door we’re going telling all the world,
That we’ve got something worth going for now.

Who would’ve thought that just five years later we’d be here.
The devil’s bargain, well fuck it, what we got to fear?
We’ll still be fucked but least we’re fucked a bit less now,
Make every little bit count.

(Swings
and roundabouts
, swings,)
(Swings
and roundabouts
, swings,)

Don’t think too hard,
About how little we’ll be getting done,
And all the principles that we shunned,
All the people we abandoned in our haste
To get ourselves up to the batting plate.

Who really cares who we’re throwing out under the bus?
When after all of these years we’re winning here at last!
Sucks to be you if you’ve been left behind, but,
We’ll throw you scraps when we’re done.

(Swings
and roundabouts
, swings,)
(Swings
and roundabouts
, swings,)

See we’ve been watching the Numbers, and well,
We’ll do whatever they say.
Ignore our conscience and dismiss all the voices asking
Why did we win anyway?

So here we all are,
My band of soaks, den of dissolutes,
And we have got nothing left to lose,
Close the ranks and throw the heretics away,
Because Sir Status Quo’s here to stay.

And when all is said and done,
And we have nowhere left to run,
Sat abandoned and ignored by those we helped,
So I guess next time we’ll do it ourselves.

Instrumentals:
Into the Tunnels
TEK
Keto / Enol
Twelve

TBD:
Twentieth Time Around
Always Buckle Up

Details liable to change at any time

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