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Worlds Apart

by Subhumans

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t0rqreturn2019 Knew surprisingly little of them when I was wee scenster in the 80s, but glad I'm discovering their back catalogue. They helped make the genre an art form.
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mr sterile An extremely mature and finely developed album. It was the Subhumans album for me that presented a very specific progression away from the punk-by-numbers, was this where punk was growing into something with ongoing meaning and vitality???....nah, we simply got Green Day et al instead.

This is an album of solid compositions, articulate and personal/political lyrics delivered beyond the soapbox delivered with splendid production value. Lovely stuff! Favorite track: Carry On Laughing.
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33322 01:20
Hatred in the hearts of the young population Riots in the streets of the "civilised" nation Was it the poverty? Was it the police? No - it's the British disease The inbred snobbery The patriot law Violence and robbery The state declares war The youth of today with a broken voice Have got something to say - they ain't got a choice Racist police - backed by the state Wipe out the ghetto and build up the hate All the wrong answers All the wrong ideas The riot lasts a day But the problem lasts for years The great British public they can't understand Why should there be riots in this civilised land? Why is the country being pulled to its knees? Ignorance is the British disease Ignorance is your disease Ignorance and apathy Ignorance and bigotry You found it all so easy to ignore the people who complained and let their anger rise in flames You thought this country was so great That nobody could ever hate the way the system treated them And then you wondered why they burnt your buildings down
Down in the basement in the house with the police outside There's something secret hidden away In various crates in a paralyzed state Are the heads for the mood of the day There's one full of piety and one for anxiety And one for when we're heading for war And one for the masses and the privileged classes And one that does nothing at all The replaceable heads are for the government leaders Who always seem to change their politics Like the head for the nation doesn't deal with immigration Cos patriots and riots don't mix When the head for the day says "I'll do it this way" Remember the replaceable head Cos when they get elected their decisions are rejected Completely contradicting what they said So don't trust the politicians They don't make their own decisions Cos they haven't got their heads screwed on For everything that's said it's just another head And a politician's words can be replaced But then maybe I am wrong I mean this is just a song Is it just that politicians are two-faced?
Apathy 02:43
[chorus] Drink, sex, cigarettes Ford Cortina, household pets Bombs? War? Famine? Death? An apathetic public couldn't care less The public watches ITV Reads The Sun drinks cups of tea Two-star family stay content Their lives controlled by parliament Well Daddy's lost his job again Because he never had no brain He only lives to watch TV His life controlled by apathy [chorus] The Russians seem so far away The government seems to be OK The papers never mention war Cos the people that they cater for have got- [chorus] The things that you never knew were there Or was it that you didn't care The biggest problem face to face An apathetic human race [chorus]
Fade Away 02:55
We live we die And in between we sit and wonder why Why must we someday die? Tried and tested We live our lives like our dear parents did Tied down and restricted Of gods and guns do we need to die For Christ's sake or for anyone? They call it religion And so we pray For god to save us from our evil ways They call it self-decay We live we die In fear of gods and guns and never knowing why Why must we someday die? So live your life In fear of no-one We must have our say Before we fade away
Businessmen 02:02
Here comes the original businessman He smiles at you as he shakes your hand "Listen to me" - he's got a lot to say But you don't understand No, you don't understand So you say "OK" They'll do it once, they'll do it again The world is run by businessmen He takes your money, you take his word He tells you things you've never heard He says "Sign here on the dotted line" But you don't understand, no you don't understand But you think it's alright He disappears for a month or two He ripped you off and you dunno what to do You'd take him to court but you don't know his name Cos businessmen, yes businessmen are all the same They'll do it once, they'll do it again The world is run by businessmen
Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh The problem got buried alongside the flesh The contamination of body and soul By nuclear waste dumped along time ago When father was thirty he worked for the state Producing the weapon to keep a stalemate Deterrence by inference no one could win Balancing power but the knife edge was thin Father was paid so he didn't complain But felt that it was rather a dangerous game Producing a toy to destroy was it wrong? But problems came up so he had to stay on The production of waste was the problem to solve It wouldn't evaporate, rot or dissolve They used metal coffins to bury at sea The nuclear radioactivity They said it was safe for a very long time And paid off the papers to say that was fine And nobody worried about that anymore They were too busy worrying about the next war... The wastage seeped out and diseases were found in the lungs of the men who worked underground "It's coal dust, it's cancer; it's normal" they said 'Til somebody shouted "these people are dying, someone is lying" And father is dead
Pigman 02:32
Guilty conscience stews away in the kitchen Knock at the door it s the next door neighbour Farming is a living killing is a crime Where do the meat men draw the line? [chorus] Revenge for the timeless market slaughter The pigman's coming lock up your daughter General conversation turns to food Is it good for me if it s good for you? Is it good for the animals? Turn up the heat The pigman s coming for his Sunday treat [chorus] Guilty conditioning eats in the silence A knock at the door it s the pigman's hatred Burning holes in your head with his grim reality It s the family butcher - lock up your family! [chorus]
Complicated words are stated Theories become outdated The innovation of your crime Is out of tune and out of time No! No! I don t like it! What we gonna do about it? Let s sit down and talk about it Action speaks louder than silence But action is more than just violence The thoughts are too strong to keep down But you can t hear the words cos the music's too loud No! No! I don t like it! What we gonna do about it? Let s sit down and talk about it Political voices Distortionate noises The products of our teenage dreams Is this what entertainment means? The piercing sound of teenage screams Talking can't change anything Someone said "the boy can't sing" This entertainment is absurd You re so busy fighting you can't hear the words All your violence is in vain You action men are all the same Action is more than mindless violence Look at yourself in paranoid silence
Get up in the morning Alarm clocks clean socks Brush your teeth look neat Join the others on the street Bus ride tube train Going off to work again Up to the third floor Name on the office door Paper lying on the floor Pick it up and do some more Lunch break break down Valium and alcohol Nicotine adrenaline Don t it make your head spin? Back to the grindstone Head on the guillotine Pulling all the stops out Socks up head down Doing it good You re doing it well Cos you wanna please the boss But you wish he d go to hell But the wages in the brown bag Underneath the name tag Are keeping you in line So you do the overtime And you get the train late again Surrounded by the same lame People playing your game No one even knows your name Back straight home late All the food is out of date Wife has left a note Saying Don t forget your coat Quick snap head back Living on the wrong track Should've tried refusing But you could've got the sack It s getting so confusing Cos you know you re only losing But the choice of ever choosing Never seemed to cross your mind So you go to bed at ten Thinking never again But you get up in the morning And you get to work on time
We react How we feel So we're told But who knows for certain these feelings are real? Like we read And we see All around Media telling us what to believe We carry on laughing In the street You can see All the facts Poverty, violence, hatred, and greed But it's not Part of you Not as long As you keep believing the 6 o'clock news All the dead All the war On the film Making it fiction to make you want more While we live In the wake Of the end The final decision that one man could make We carry on blindly We carry on fighting So much hate All around Can't you see How much blood there is soaking into the ground? But we say We react How we feel Feeling too scared to face up to the facts We carry on laughing
We are all controlled by reinforcement of rules Passed by those who are merely the tools of a system Where achievement is based on deceit of the masses By someone in whom they believe We are all controlled by the straight-line thinking of straight-line thinkers Who gave up drinking and smoking to avoid being lower Than their aspirations would allow them to go We are all controlled by fear of the unknown Because we're not told all that there is to know About things we consider as normal existence So we accept exploitation and show no resistance We are all controlled in our thoughts and our actions By things we were told by past generations Of parents who used to rebel just the same As we do now so who gets the blame? We are the rebels like the rebels before us Predestined to scream in an out of tune chorus Of voices repeating the words of the past That diffuse in the process of aging too fast Deep in the soul if there is one it tells you To do as you feel not as someone outside you Dictates through their own misguided conception Of what part you must play in this game of deception
When I asked you to lend me a fiver You said you were already broke And when I explained you were living in chains You assumed it was some sort of joke You wanted a job and then got one And learned jokes about sex, Jews, and blacks Got married to help pay the mortgage Got wound up when you had to pay tax What happened to you with your ideas? What happened to all your hopes and fears? Ex-Teenage rebel- same old story When I asked you what you thought of the arms race Asking you who#s gonna win? You remembered a man on the telly and said I agree with him You say everything's alright really You say that I m just paranoid You tell me it s always been the same And there s some things I cannot avoid What happened to you with your ideas? What happened to all your hopes and fears? Ex-Teenage rebel- same old story So what happened to your old opinions? The thoughts that you held for so long? That inspired a thousand rebellions Against what was and still is so wrong You tell me you used to be crazy And paranoid like I am now You soon realized there was no reason why So you gave up and soon settled down What happened to you with your ideas? What happened to all your hopes and fears? Ex-Teenage rebel- same old story And I tell you that you are the problem Which is why you can't see it no more The strength of us all could demolish the wall But you chose to walk through the door Living a life of compromise What you re supporting is what you despised Was all that you said just a useful disguise? Or was it all just little white lies? Little white lies To help you survive Is there no guilt in your mind? Is there no guilt in your eyes?
Powergames 03:32
A passing stranger dressed in black With slogans painted on his back Turned and stared and laughed and carried on Another came and did the same At first they made me feel ashamed But then I realised what I had done Without asking I had broke the rules Without knowing, I had made them fools By merely looking different To those who knew the game The unity was there to see A mass of non-conformity There s something wrong, or is it me? But they all look just the same They hung around in silent pairs And gave out their derisive stares To anyone who envied or ignored A leaflet saying Smash the state Work in love and not hate Got snatched and ripped and ground into the floor Without asking it, I had caught them out Without knowing what it was all about They assumed it was a wind-up or a con Making sure with a nervous glance They re-affirmed each other's stance And smiled and then forgot and carried on The passing strangers stayed that way And rotted away in their own decay Convinced they d got it right, the rest were wrong By deriding them to gain respect They tied a noose around their neck And fell when something different came along Without asking, they were soon put down Without knowing why, they looked around And found a new dictatorship in power Acting just as they had done But on the other end it's not much fun And all their sweet delusions soon turned sour One man s hand is another man's fist And so the power games still exist And one idea is right, the rest are wrong While such ideas as this are here We'll never live without the fear Of feeling that we somehow don't belong
33322 02:05


released November 1, 1985

Dick voice/words
Bruce guitar
Phil bass
Trotsky drums
recorded at Woodlands, Castleford, 10-16 April 85
engineer Neil Fergusson
partly remixed at Southern by John Loder Aug 85




Subhumans Bath, UK


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