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This track was planned to be released as a Tic Tok Men song. I asked Cormac Strain if he'd be interested putting down a bassline and doing some vocals. His vocals made it in but the bassline didn't in this version. I still have the bassline track and one day I'll mix the lot together.

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Big Dumb World
Copyright © Seven Graylands 2003

We fold this reality around us and we fall down from the gravity around that.

It looks like rain.
Run inside and hide someplace dry.

On our backs against a sea of leather people turning one, two, three into the voice of decency.

They have corrosives on the brain.
It's starting to leak out their mouth.

It feels like nothing ever changes in this big, dumb world.
It feels like nothing ever changes in this big, dumb world.

Mouth open staring into televisions as we flip through channels of our luckless generations.

We can't stop flipping and flipping through the channels.

There's townhouses where the houses used to make a town.
They go for miles and they seem to share the same brown lawn.

They all look alike.
They're all wearing the same dumb hat.

It feels like nothing ever changes in this big, dumb world.
It feels like nothing ever changes in this big, dumb world.

And let's not forget the big dumb solo

It feels like nothing ever changes in this big, dumb world.
It feels like nothing ever changes in this big, dumb world.

Mouth open staring into televisions as we flip through channels of our luckless generations.

And wouldn't you believe it there's STILL nothing on.
300 channels of satellite static.

It feels like nothing ever changes in this big, dumb world.
It feels like nothing ever changes in this big, dumb world.
And it feels like nothing ever changes in this big, dumb world.
It feels like nothing ever changes in this big, dumb world.

Instead of some big dumb finale let's just end it in
Three
Two
One.

CUT!

Yeah, like that.