My Conscription of Consumption

by Cardinal Fang

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Recorded May/June 2017
Cover by CF
All songs by CF except 'After All' written by David Bowie
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(C) BloodFang Records 008


released July 1, 2017




Cardinal Fang England, UK

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Track Name: The Singing Statue
Shaking around, in the gallery
The singing statue, was alive
The signal was weak (contour it's silicon)
The mood transpired (cough, cough we're off)
And after a while, I sold this lie

Did you not see, in the observatory
She spins around, acting like a carnival

Talbot is here, he's never been before
Getting ready for the final ghost
After a while, his servant hands a smile
And is ready for the final stroke

She shoots, scores, enamatic flaws
No longer in the gallery
Track Name: Parashite
Tried and shackled
This is no new age
The centre cannot hold
A series of rebirths
Setbacks, deviations
A chorus of innocence

This is really happening, lower and lower
Cannot find the answer
Play me like a dog I am
Another male to come around and be like me

This is the real industry
Pale like a fool, it cannot be
No ceremony of innocence
No thought control

A parashite to smell like shit
Odoured from the trail you picked
No paradise or sacrifice
Ignorant as swans you break
Replaced by fascist entities
I'm skinning my teeth hereby

Pass faces in the street
We see them papers and TV
Recognise the dead
Not mortal but got passion
Bleed the protest
Fuck up coins and peace
Track Name: Bargain!
Putting me down, the wager
I can't be the thing they think they have been
Iris is told she is old so she's fading to nothing

The jewellery stored, and no longer saw,
The account not drawn, and the dust born

Aching for me was a scene not selective or sentive
I'm no Lenin or Che, just want to see hey, happy numbers

Sold my utensils, to pay for the pencils
The world is cracking, builders smashing
The General orders a bullet today

This can be yours in just a day
Just pay and the window panes will fray

Hands up for dismay, hands up for disarray
This present form, rides the wave, crashing
Laughing your way to the bottom of the pool
Where no one is rude and you can save a life
If you number everything

Putting me up, then pulling me down
Painting their numbers, making me grumble
Well then, they want things, they're happy
Track Name: After All
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, oh by jingo
There's no room for anger, we're all very small, oh by jingo
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, from paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children (ooh) that's all, after all

Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, oh by jingo
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all, after all

I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords
With my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all, after all

Live your rebirth and do what you will, oh by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, oh by jingo
After all, after all
Track Name: The List
I need to practice more piano
I need to read Gravity's Rainbow
I need to practice more German
I need to grow my hair further

All these things that we're wants
Hard to take, shadow of a doubt
Cloud thoughts break my bones
Wreak selfish, easy to moan

In need to kills Blair's demons
Join IRA for no reasons
In need of teeth pulled out bleeding
Jailing Murdoch for treason
In need to work on this body
Disrupt the time and the folly

Watched over by emotion machine
I can tell impulse rules supreme
It will never change or fault
I'm an idiot for the rest of Earth

In need to leave this island
My home is somewhere I beg Ya
In need to climb Everest
Just to say that I'm taller
Should I become a writer
So you like my assembly
In love so what more does one vein, need, now?

I want change! I want foreign!
Track Name: Your Terror
It's illusive, so is Gloria's days
That's the way that scorpions eat their prey
Monday, Monday get up and prey
Eat the press that fuels your day
Bide your time with stupid lies
Terrorise your neighbours and
Forget about your dreams, they'll drown
Comprise with corporate frowns
Sing your way down down down down

There's more policing, falling monarchy
Freezing chokes of breath and boots of leather please
Bullets in the hearts will fly
Nationalistic crys of war
Many people sick of shit
Many people see their foes
So we plant a see in children of Christ
See their God and see them twice
Wake up school it's time for you
Pay the people, pay your due
IF you don't like it say tough im through
It's terror nothing less not new
Track Name: Alley Cat
Tripped out never noticed beliefs, then I
Fate powered and I floated free, you got just
2 seconds to look in her eyes,
1,000 years to fall in her arms
If I ever noticed you
Falling towers, dreams so blue
Fate lingers on rested shoulders
Several ways to float on by

I could be wrong, fate it falls around

We both know the balance
Fate can't touch the discrepance
And in the end it's talent
That reaffirms our grandeur
Infinitely it's challenge
I can't call you in dream stuff
You've seen the place take it
Can't wait for you dear
Track Name: The Continuing Story of Mrs May
I started right here I was never young
Brushed them aside with my gong
Snip snip snip, flip flip flip the rich
Who would have known any steely resolve
I mow the lawn, but I bite the chlorette

Then suddenly a crash came down of thunder
I can't wait to see the public lies it's anger

I'm so sorry, I'll please explain
I meant the wrong way, I'm so vein
I've got Joe Public in my salt, i've never questioned
My resolve
I won't back down, I won't back down
I've backed down again
This suit jacket is tailor made, throw me a ribbon
Please lemonade

Oh boy I'm getting grilled by Paxman
I'm just an hour away from home
If my husband sells more arms
I could buy that new telephone (red)


all I wanted was to rip apart your perception
Just goes to show you can't ignore their answer
Do we island folk turn on each other's brother

I can't relish or see the exit
I belive its called limbo
Aching me away
Breaking thee today

Building bombs for better future
My home is radiant
Take heed from Reagan's prescription
I am a liar
Or am I a list that can't tamed
I am the latter

It's relative it's understood
I'm the martyr
The breaks away
None for today
Joan of Arc, say