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Post Millennium Tension EP

by Post Punk Podge & The Technohippies

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Verse: I'm a full- time mad bastard. A signing on artist, drawing the dole, braver than most. Creating art from squalor, a failed scholar. Forever plastered, lickin' piss form the floor. Written outta the will as smug Harry and Wills. The royals are serpents with devilish tongues. I will not conform, I don't need your concern. I don't need your concern at all. I'm a dissonant republican. I sing the songs of Fenian men. Can we all please start again and sing as united Irish men. Sing as united Irishmen. I always smoke Rothman's too hard for John Player. I always drink Druid's the madman's soup I love pissing on the Chicken's coop. Awkward round byores I'm busy chattin' to crows I lost my virginity to a ghost in Cobh. A bed of nettles is my mattress helps me embrace all this madness. It's not where you're from but it helps if you're local. I cheer for a team full of foreign players and complain that refugees are takin' my wages. I got an A1 in the lunatic test and broke the asylum's Litmus test. I'm the one who flew over the cuckoo's nest and shat on the normal's in their Sunday best. They want me to get a qualification. Become another brick on the wall of gentrification. I say fuck that and sniff petrol in the garden shed til I see visions of the undead. Coz I'm a full-time mad bastard, I'm a full-time mad bastard, I'm a full-time mad bastard , I'm a full-time mad bastard, I'm a full-time mad bastard. Chorus: I'm a full-time mad bastard. I'm a full-time mad bastard. I'm a full-time mad bastard. I'm a full-time mad bastard. We're full-time mad bastards. We're full-time mad bastards. We're full-time mad bastards. We're full-time mad bastards... Aaahhhahhhhahhhaaaagh... I'm a full-time mad bastard. I'm a full-time mad bastard. I'm a full-time mad bastard. I'm a full=time mad bastard.
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C.I.A.F.B.I. 03:47
The C.I.A. the F.B.I.they tapped into my head. Get outta my head. Hackers inside my head.
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Verse 1: The Treaty city took the spotlight from the Pale in a shroud of violence and gun hale. Gangs and feuds disillusioned youths on a fast track to death or rottin' in jail. How do we channel our frustration? not with guns and knives but pens and paper. Feed your mind and be wise. Inherit the joys of all creation. A shout out to Music Generation. A shout out to Music Generation. Chorus: Stab city's burnin', burnin' with desire. To burn that name and the shame. Throw them on the fire. Stab city's burnin'. burnin' with desire. To burn that name and the shame. Throw them on the fire. Stab city's burnin', burnin' with desire. To burn that name and the shame. Throw them on the fire. Stab city's burnin', burnin' with desire. To burn that name and the shame. Throw them on the fire. Verse 2: So banish the curse of St Munchin. To hell with the media and their assumptions. Guess who came back around? Hit them with that Limerick sound. Our hearts beat as one with the flow of the Shannon. Instilling pride yeah take up the mantle. This city needs you and me to be the best that we can be. This city needs you and me to spread positivity. Chorus: Stab city's burnin', burnin' with desire. To burn that name and the shame. Throw them on the fire. Stab city's burnin', burnin' with desire. To burn that name and the shame. Throw them on the fire. Stab city's burnin', burnin' with desire. To burn that name and the shame. Throw them on the fire. Stab city's burnin', burnin' with desire. To burn that name and the shame. Throw them on the fire. Bridge: Stab city's burnin', burnin' with desire. Stab city's burnin', burnin' with desire. Outro: 061666, 061666, 061666, 061666, 061666, 061666, 061666, 061666, 061666, 061666...
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Seamstress 03:38
Verse 1: Maximise profits at all costs. The blood on our hands will come out in the wash. They're makin' H&M garments, Adidas hoodies, Asics sneakers and Nike jerseys. Chorus: The pain and the suffering of a seamstress. The pain and the suffering of a seamstress. Rapacious humanity with the thread of each needle. This pure evil it is conceivable. This pure evil it is conceivable. Verse 2: The clothes on my back were sewn in a sweatshop. I'm sweatin' more than a priest in a sex shop. Third world tourism thriving. Exploiting the poor. I need a video or photo to prove I exist to prove they exist. To prove I exist to prove they exist. To prove I exist to prove they exist. To prove I exist. The butcher revisits the slaughterhouse. Violence doesn't face us it titillates our minds. Staring into the black mirror of abyss. Life has become cheap,cheap,cheap,cheap,cheap,cheap.cheap. Was it always like this? first world gluttony we didn't ask to be born into this. Third world slavery they didn't ask to be born into this. We all have the right to live not merely exist. We all have the right to live not merely exist. We all have the right to live not merely exist. We all have the right to live not merely exist. We all have the right to live not merely exist. We all have the right to live not merely exist. Exist, exist, exist. Chorus: The pain and the suffering of a seamstress. The pain and the suffering of a seamstress. Rapacious humanity with the thread of each needle. This pure evil it is conceivable. This pure evil it is conceivable. It is conceivable. Outro: Open sewers like open wounds. Evil and big business are in cahoots. Open sewers like open wounds. Evil and big business are in cahoots. Open sewers like open wounds. Evil and big business are in cahoots. Open sewers like open wounds. Evil and big business are in cahoots.
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Verse1: All oppression is connected. Every government disaffected. All humanity has it's flaws. Pause for the apocolypse. Seperate us from pigs. Living has us running scared. Living has us running scared. Living has us running scared. Living has us running scared. These are the days of fascist revival. These are the days of fascist revival. We're racist, sexist, hate filled bastards praying for another natural disaster. We don't revolt against this dark age. We don't revolt til we're to blame. We don't revolt til we're to blame. Mean what you say and say what you mean. Friendly conversation for a nothing fee. Mean what you say and say what you mean. Friendly conversation for a nothing fee. Mean what you say and say what you mean friendly conversation for a nothing fee. Mean what you say and say what you mean friendly conversation for a nothing fee. Verse 2: Overworked and underpaid self made slaves. Fighting terrorism is oppressive hedonism. Fighting terrorism is oppressive hedonism. A bomb goes off in Paris. A bomb goes off in Palestine. How many people die? We are desensitized. Evil profits but at what cost? Human life cheapened racism heated. Instilling fear every day it makes us want to scream it makes us want to kill. Humanity is ending one day at a time for the wealth and enjoyment of a chosen few. For the wealth and enjoyment of a chosen few. Be careful what shit you spew. It will come back around and fucking haunt you. Be careful what shit you spew it will come back around and fucking haunt you. Be careful what shit you spew it will come back around and fucking haunt you. Haunt you, haunt you. Verse 3: Narcissistic, classless heathens. Voices singing a death drone. Sins we can't attone, sins we can't attone. Terroristic devils, stock exchange cretins, parasitic leeches with no shame. Kill the poor sweep up the dead til nothings left. Til nothings left. Exorcise your own demons. Exorcise your own demons. Our soul's on fire for all to see. Raging til the final hour. Illuminate like an astral shower. Heaven on earth is being devoured. Abuse of power, abuse of power. There's only one race all equally human. End the hate look for beauty. Peace, love and unity no respect for cruelty. Peace, love and unity no respect for cruelty. Peace, love and unity no respect for cruelty. Peace, love and unity no respect for cruelty. Blackened are the shadows of the past by Claire Andrews: Blackened are the shadows of the past. If one in innocence be crucified for the horizons and solaces of others. Alas a new day is dawning let's live in peace for today. For tomorrow is beyond our comprehensions.

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Our new EP is a call to arms and a call to the dancefloor against the hypocrisy and mundanity of modern life.

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released February 13, 2019

Music by Post Punk Podge, Dr. Asparagus Montague & Chris Quigley. Lyrics by Post Punk Podge.
Various Instrumentation played by Post Punk Podge.
Drums by Steve Savage. Alto Saxophone by Ciaran Culhane. Trumpet by Damien Moore. Backing vocals by Ger Divine & Maria Larkin. Additional Synth, drum programming and production by Chris Quigley. Additional Guitar and beatmaking by Dr. Asparagus Montague.
Spoken word by Claire Andrews. Produced, mixed and engineered by Chris Quigley Mastered by Richard Dowling. Artwork by Steve Savage. Thank you to Dr. Asparagus Montague, DJ Jurassic Park Two and all the various Technohippies, DIY LK, Naive Ted, Ray Wingnut, Leigh Duncan, Cruiser, TPM, Jinx Lennon, Claire Andrews. Everyone we have met whilst gigging who gave us a bed or a floor to sleep on, the fans. Much love. PPP.

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Post Punk Podge & The Technohippies Limerick, Ireland

Post Punk Podge & The Technohippies is a figment of punk and An Post's imagination a singer/rapper/musician from Limerick. His goal is to turn the symbol of the brown envelope from a symbol of corruption, deception and greed into a symbol of self-expression, defiance and laughter. The Technohippies are his accomplices. ... more

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