In Debt
by Black International
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Limited Edition CD
11 track album, packaged in a handmade black felt cover, wrapped in wax-sealed ribbon, with a fold-out insert individually coloured by the band.
**PLEASE NOTE** For copyright reasons, this version of the album is only available in the UK.
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A Million Mouths
02:58
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Destruct_o_
03:54
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Dread (Excerpt)
04:11
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Word Virus
02:36
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Know You Exist
03:41
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Interval
01:04
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The City Is Dead
04:02
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Monument
03:00
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Idle Worship
02:37
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Feed Me Rhetoric
03:07
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You Can Trust Me
02:58
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about
Black International is a musical group from Edinburgh, Scotland. The band was formed in late 2006 by Edinburgh College of Art graduates Stewart Allan (Vocals & Guitar) and Craig Peebles (Drums) with the intention of making stripped down, economical, brutal pop songs.
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released 13 April 2012
Written by Black International
Recorded and mixed in Glasgow by Andrew Bush
Mastered by Sophie @ Finesplice
Spiralchords Records
www.blackinternational.co.uk
info@blackinternational.co.uk
info@spiralchords.com
Written by Black International
Recorded and mixed in Glasgow by Andrew Bush
Mastered by Sophie @ Finesplice
Spiralchords Records
www.blackinternational.co.uk
info@blackinternational.co.uk
info@spiralchords.com
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- Track Name: A Million Mouths
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You need some comfort child
I can sense your tension
So come in closer child
And pay attention
Did you think it would be special?
How many times can I tell you
The world wasn’t made for the likes of us
Cast out that doubt in your mind
There’s no need for thinking where we’re going
We’ll run away and start a religion
With hearts too brutal to tame
Who’s the one lacking in backbone now?
Imagine my words in a million mouths
You won’t need books to keep you company
Pull yourself together
Everyone has to earn a living
We might as well use the gifts that were given us.
Cast out that doubt in your mind
There’s no need for thinking where we’re going
We’ll run away and start a religion
With hearts too brutal to tame
Cast out that doubt in your mind
There’s no point in thinking where we’re going
We need guns to found a republic
And there’s always profit in pain - Track Name: Destruct_o_
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I’m taking you on
I’m eating you up
I’ll sink my teeth into you now
With pleasure
With pleasure
That boy who grabbed your coat tails
Said he had a cure for all your ills
A pinstripe dummy with a regional accent
You’re coming down with something
Burning up for nothing
I’m amazed you learned how to tie your shoelaces
I’m taking you on
I’m eating you up
I’ll pass the days I have left to me
In pleasure
My pleasure
Lost in my bloody dreams
Wrapped up in dirty sheets
I’ll go running back home
Lost in my dirty dreams
Wrapped up in bloody sheets
I’ll go running back home - Track Name: Dread (Excerpt)
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They say “that bastard sold us down the river
The rats couldn’t run away quick enough”
Either way you knew what was coming to you
You always were such a clever one
Kicking and screaming, dragged from your bed
Up to the block and it’s off with your head!
Strung upside down from a streetlight, sonny
I watch as they stamp your mangy bones
Into the cobblestones
I’m of the opinion now
That devils forsake their familiars
And quick march upstarts will kill you
As soon as look at you
Stay in your houses
Stay in your homes tonight
Stay in your houses
There’s dread on the streets tonight
Idiot faces with idiot grins
Are the result of a lack of discipline
We’ll draw new maps of hell tonight
Your liberal middle class
What do you do when the dogs bite back?
There she is, there she is again
On the spit, coming round again - Track Name: Word Virus
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Here’s another of my obsessions
A confession I have to get out
I said, “I’m longing for recognition”
You said, “It’s always such a let-down”
I sent you flowers
Injections will kill the fever
These insects are spreading around
A gentle assassination
Oh I suppose it doesn’t matter now
I sent you flowers
Dismantled flowers
Make the object fit the subject
This unease edited out
I’m forever in your shadow
I’ve got this word virus
And you’re just making it worse - Track Name: Know You Exist
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Here’s your hair shirt son
We all have to do uncomfortable things
So get on with it
Get on with it
Now I’m grateful
For all the opportunities
Hard work has brought my way
I got on with it
The only time you know you exist
Is when you want something
I’m over-wrought with love and happiness
My heart’s fit to burst with good intentions
My heart’s fit to burst with good intentions but
Another six months spent in perpetual darkness
Watching dead leaves falling from the trees
Is all it would take to finish me off
Throw me on the pile with the rest to be burned
And pull the fillings from my teeth
The only time I know I exist
Is when I want something
And this is my meaning in life
A joke without a punch-line
Is a waste of time
Monday morning
Start of another week
Property pages and the smell of anti-freeze
I kid myself that I turn you on
Your money's no good to me here, etc - Track Name: The City Is Dead
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They said you were an accident
But you know better
This world will swallow you
It makes no difference to the starving millions
They will follow you
On the path of least resistance
You’ll find a way to ease your conscience
On the path of least resistance
You’ll find a way to please yourself
Always please yourself
Always save yourself
So grin and bear those greasy handshakes
What difference does another year make?
Grin and bear those greasy handshakes
Three weeks ‘til you’re on holiday…
Get down get down on your knees
There’s people dropping like flies on the streets
When it’s chewed you up and spat you out
You’ll know what this miserable life’s about
And when the rats take over the town
They’ll build their nests from university gowns
The city is dead whether you like it or not - Track Name: Monument
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A show of hands for a monument
To our broken down machinery
This kind of thing should never be allowed
Our family heirlooms, brass and silver
And useless childhood memories
Eventually dissolve and rust
Acid, quicklime, bone dust
Everything dies if you leave it long enough
Dragged up from the river bed
Cut down, choking on the nausea
And sickness
This week’s emotional invalid
A teenage resurrectionist
Hanging off his mother’s apron strings
I’m going out to have some fun!
Dragged up from the river bed
Cut down, choking on the nausea
Of kindness
I know you want a happy ending - Track Name: Idle Worship
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Just listen to me my pretty one
There are stupid things that I have done
But you’ll understand
You’ll understand
And sometimes they come back to me
Come crawling on their hands and knees
And I understand
I understand
I make my own entertainment
Through broken fingers and faces
Why struggle through this cesspit
And try to hide your disappointment?
I’m spitting on creation
My form of idle worship
Just stop complaining so much
It’s hardly worth the effort - Track Name: Feed Me Rhetoric
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Unmask, let’s see what’s underneath
We’re breathing contagious disease
A plague to strip this carcass clean
On a wave of puritan relief
What’s eating away inside your head
Your nervous system, taking it apart?
And they’ll say “poor little rich boy
Baby, he’s never had to work so hard”
You feed me
Rhetoric - Track Name: You Can Trust Me
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You might have frustrations
But no way to vent them
And outraged opinions don’t carry much weight
Curse the fools that think you’re not
Big enough to do anything
Be easy on yourself
You can trust me
Until my hands are round your neck
You can trust me
They’re the ones who say that they
Herald a return to the things you never had
That you never knew you needed
A billion pounds in birth control
And somehow they slipped through the net
So be easy on yourself
