Fragile

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An EP of leftover tracks recorded in 1998 and is a companion piece to the subGenius album which was recorded at the same time. Sadly our metal version of Sade's "Smooth Operator" (which always went down well live) has been lost forever.

There are two versions of Fragile on this EP, and both are different from the one which appears on the subGenius album. The first one (long version) is the version we always played live, with an extended introduction and several unnecessary guitar solos. The final track was recorded as an acoustic experiment in early 2010 purely for this EP.

Also included in the album download is a version of Faith Healer with a never-performed extended outro.

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There was a problem with the previously uploaded audio, necessitating a final remastering on May 18 2010 to achieve maximum sonic awesomeness. If you downloaded it before this date, please feel free to trash the old one and download it again. It's free!

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released March 4, 2010

Produced by Rohan Voigt

Vocals: Robert Reid
Guitars & vocals: Rohan Voigt
Bass: Darren Hilliard
Drums: Nino La Scala

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Track Name: Fragile (long version)
I'm too good to leave, I'm too bad to stay.
You're fat and you're ugly and you don't care anyway.
You've got me round your finger, I can't say a word.
Now is the Pinter of our discontent.
Now isn't that absurd.

Life's a box of chocolates, fireworks and rockets.
Putting fingers into sockets and death threat notes.
It's hard enough to listen when your eyes begin to glisten
And something seems it's missing.
Put my hands around your throat.

You've decided you don't want me; fine, leave me alone.
You beat me to the punch and yet you cling onto the bone.
I'll chase your ambulance no more.
Your simple promise of solution.
You're the windscreen-struck believer
In the face of absolution.

You're not content with living with the world or with your new man.
"It's good to be alive," you say, "but it's bad to be a human."
Your suffering's so adrenal.
You angst for your endorphins,
Cause the world has got it in for you,
But it's me you've got your claws in.
Track Name: Sympathy For The Pensioner
Please allow me to introduce myself;
I'm the spirit of the youth of the age.
I'm the MTV generation.
I'm the undone homework, I'm the arcade game.
I'm a baby goth, I like Marilyn Manson.
I'm an alterno, I love Kurt Cobain.
What I don't like is old farts on the Triple J charts.
It's time to tell these geriatrics: stop clinging to fame.

Should a rock god be over fifty?
Should a sex symbol be sixty-nine?
Being rich I guess would be nifty.
But your best bet is to up and die.

Wrinkle cream and a leather jacket.
Three grandkids and a cocaine habit.
Acid wash jeans and a stomach that sags.
Blue-haired groupies and colostomy bags.

Should a rock god be over fifty?
Should a sex symbol be sixty-nine?
Take a tip from somebody younger:
A man your age should not wear tights.

If you can remember the sixties,
You're too old to be here tonight.
Your babysitter's running up your phone bill.
This smoky room can't be too good for your health.
Don't trust anyone over thirty,
Unless of course you're thirty yourself.

Janis Joplin had the right idea;
You take your own life to boost your career.
Jimi Hendrix did. Bon Scott? You bet.
Nick Cave did, but no-one's told him yet.
Paul McCartney. Tom Jones.
The Sex Pistols and the Rolling Stones.
Please allow me to introduce myself;
I'm the guy who puts your albums on the discount shelf.

Should a rock god be over fifty?
Should a sex symbol be sixty-nine?
If you're singing duets with Sinatra,
Give up. Fuck off. I think it's time.
Track Name: Better Than Here
She tries to hide the emptiness she feels inside
The way of all flesh
Some things you cannot quite forget

I'll leave tomorrow
Bypassing your genetic model
Don't know where I'll go
But it's gotta be better than here

A premonition of fear gave birth to something ethereal
I've got the stitch if you supply the material

Once again the only injuries are in the past
Can't look away
I've seen the eyes of god, they're made of glass

Gotta be better than here
Track Name: Fragile (acoustic)
I'm too good to leave, I'm too bad to stay.
You're fat and you're ugly and you don't care anyway.
You've got me round your finger, I can't say a word.
Now is the Pinter of our discontent.
Now isn't that absurd.

Life's a box of chocolates, fireworks and rockets.
Putting fingers into sockets and death threat notes.
It's hard enough to listen when your eyes begin to glisten
And something seems it's missing.
Put my hands around your throat.

You've decided you don't want me; fine, leave me alone.
Don't come round to my house.
Don't call me on the phone.
There's plenty more fish out there fucked up enough to suit you.
Wise up and get the message girl.
What have I got to do to lose you?

You're not content with living with the world or with your new man.
"It's good to be alive," you say, "but it's bad to be a human."
Your suffering's so adrenal.
You angst for your endorphins,
Cause the world has got it in for you,
But it's me you've got your claws in.