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1.
Red Button 03:27
I turn off all the news reports And turn on my emotions Ignoring all the ugly truths And care for free devotions Well what did you expect? Things not to be a mess? "You play things so emotionally" she said! Well that's just what I am Turn to the left The right is having it's revenge Do the Donald Dance And blow the club to hell Body on body Let's put down the alcohol Teasing you with Red Buttons Let's dance before the bombs fall Fall on us But what about the morning when we all have to talk about the problems of the real world? Not the club. Or the internet. Or if people like your face or not. Or if the meal you had was filtered right. It sounds like we're the idiots don'tcha think? Dream about your own career. Forget the others. They can rot in they're own little lives. They’re adults after all. And every now and then donate a moment to the dance floor. Remember that you're human Don't you miss this at all Get in the groove before the bombs fall Fall on us.
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The Driver 03:26
I am the driver I’m here to scare away the house ghost Put a lid on your depression Wipe the floor with your successors I’m here. I’m with ya til the end Turn you into something that you don’t already know you could’ve been I’m here to get ya home my friend I am the driver I am a riot in your anatomy And I can help ya find ya house keys Top you up when you get sick of me Alone. No. You know that you can cope Anything you’ve done. Consider it all gone with me You don’t need me to forgive you, see? I am the driver And I permit you to be last year’s man Then be angry with the younger Resent the women that you cannot have I’ll drive you. Uniformed and prude. The shy one in the orgy. Hoping you’d be saved by Jesus Christ But he didn’t get the invite tonight I am the meaning. I am the thrill No survivors come of the guilt I bury days. I bury the will I am the Drive-in Hell
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Panic on my street Get me to a DJ There’s a woman in a red dress She’s the Devil She claims I’m taking up her makeup Powdering my nose as she plays Someone grab a priest There’s a death in the air The child is going awol and it’s running so scared Burning up the truth Sitting down in the flames Ignore it all the way They are only dumb claims of fire Loosening my teeth Thanks for hesitating God is just small snort A bargain away Nail me to the wall And make me feel I’m lovely again Think you’re getting strong baby? What do you know?! Picking up in bars Going home on your own War is really over Honey, don’t think so Drink your G and T and burn your mind up in sobs and fire Moments of a child Adventures to the city All I saw was beautiful skylines and i trusted everybody I’d meet And now I’m just a drunk Nailed up to a car I’d drop to my knees and I’d beg you to say it’s all gone I’d get down to my knees Pray like there’s no tomorrow Please please please wipe it all clean Wipe it all clean
4.
Disappointed friends And ones that just pretend Feel it as it sucks you dry I know I want to apprehend And amend Well I fought the fight For a couple of years We’ll end it all as a widow In Barcelona’s might, we’ll take flight Well you better find a pair of red shoes Cos home ain’t a comin soon And lifting up your dress to witch ain’t much to prove And Dorothy I live for your dreams But I only ever hear your screams And clicking your heels in the dirt meant so much to me I saw my baby She was turning blue Then Lust for Life turned over I knew that the dream was through And I woke and knew Your Berlin heart Your knuckles white Drew blood on walls and cheeks I knew that they’d all declare You’d become the night Well you better buy a pair of red shoes ‘Cause there’s so much dirty dancing to do And lifting up your dress to witch ain’t much to prove And Dorothy I live for your dreams But all I ever hear are your screams And clicking your heels in the dirt meant so much to me What have we done? Take it away from me Take it away from me Oh England. What have you done? You took her away from me You took her away from me Oh England.

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Ep titled "8" by Giant Party

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released September 28, 2018

Written and Recorded by Giant Party.
Mixed at Hackney Road Studios by Giant Party.
Engineered by Steven Honest.
Mastered at Air Studios by John Webber.

Allan Harrod - Vocals
Tim Harrod - Vocals/Keys
Mark Hyden - Vocals/Guitar
Hugh Fox - Drums/Percussion

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