Hot In The House

from by Cultural Amnesia

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It was mere folly… I didn’t mark it
there’s more here than there seems… I don’t like it

50,000 wild flutes blow up a storm
there’s someone within us, someone amongst us
someone who knows what frightens and thrills us
there’s laughter behind you and someone is crying
wild dogs are running through dry riverbeds

Go down to the town, down to the town

Go down to the town, down to the town
where they never work all their lives
so they just lie about
lost until knives cut the skins from their backs
the butchers, the bakers, the nightmare makers
all lost till they stammer out there’s answers for life

Go down to the town, down to the town

He loves his little children, he waits in their bedrooms
merging with furniture, hiding in playthings

He comes down, he comes down
the father of fear with a family to feed
collector, reactor, collator, relater
sheds tears, he sheds skins… he is here
surrounded by wild men and ghosts and wild boys
he is wise, he is panic, he is fear

We are tense we cannot sleep
we pull wool from the backs of sheep
o hot in your houses and stained by dead horses
situations repeated like films of your past
like babies in baskets, like rats in the rushes
Bou Jeloud is searching for secrets inside
He loves little children, he waits in their bedrooms
merging with furniture, hiding in playthings

Words by John Balance

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from Press My Hungry Button, released June 5, 2016
Words: John Balance
Music: Cultural Amnesia

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Cultural Amnesia UK

Part of the post-punk/industrial tape scene of the 70s and 80s, Cultural Amnesia released three cassette albums and, since the late 90s, have begun recording once again.

All digitally available music can be found here. Biographical information is at the band’s website.
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