Contact coverCONTACT

Fourth LP from RADIO OVER MOSCOW, released 2013. Remastered in 2016.

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TRACKLISTING

1. Putting the ‘H’ in ‘Rashist’ (Lawful Evil)
2. Contact (Is What We Want, Yeah)
3. The National (Party) Anthem
4. Chemicals (Animal/Cannibal)
5. Swampman (I Am Real)
6. This Means More (Immaterial)
7. Apathy (It Rules the World)
8. (Why Don’t You) Stop It
9. (The) Thrill of Your Life
10. Tell You (Nothing)
11. God (Is Watching You)

All songs written, recorded mixed and mastered by D Satherley / Radio Over Moscow, except #2 written by D Satherley / R William Murphy; #10 written by R William Murphy / arranged by D Satherley

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VIDEO

CONTACT

Features an alternate mix of the song ‘Contact’, different to the album version.

LYRICS

PUTTING THE ‘H’ IN RASHIST

how does it feel to be wrong
in many more ways than one?
you’ve done it again
you’ve done it again
as a device it’s effective
it backfires on your collective intelligence
i say it again
putting the h in rashist
oh no, you don’t
picking the easy target
oh no, you don’t get a single thing correct
because you’re
putting the h in rashist
oh no, you don’t
spanking the manky monkey
oh no, you don’t get a single thing correct
and i know that you might host your own radio show
and you might live in a nice bungalow
but i know what you’re doing
godzone is home to a hell
a feral and h-less well
you’ve done it again
an under the bridge and below the belt aggression
putting the h in rashist
oh no, you don’t
picking the easy target
oh no, you don’t get a single thing correct
because you’re
putting the h in rashist
oh no, you don’t
choking the chaffey chicken
oh no, you don’t get a single thing correct
and i know that you might host your own radio show
and you might be a grade H asshole
but i know what you’re doing
putting the h in rashist
oh no, you don’t
flogging the horse cadaver
oh no, you don’t get a single thing correct
so fuck you

CONTACT

Contact is what we want, yeah
Contact is what we want, yeah
Contact is what we want and a visitation from a star
there’s nothing i want
i’m gonna be by myself
there’s nothing i want
and i’m gonna be on my own again
Contact is what we want, yeah
Contact is what we want, yeah
Contact is what we want and a visitation from a star
there’s nothing they want
and nothing to bring them here
there’s nothing i want but to say again
i’m on my own again
Contact is what we want, yeah
Contact is what we want, yeah
Contact is what we want and a visitation from a star
maybe Betelgeuse?
Contact is what we want, yeah
Contact is what we want, yeah
Contact is what we want and a visitation from a star
Contact is what we want, yeah
Contact is what we want, yeah
Contact is what we want and a visitation from a star, from afar

THE NATIONAL (PARTY) ANTHEM

winning is what we are all about
no time for you
do i look like a loser?
piss off
like the man in the new suit should care
about the environment, inequality or poverty?
but we can make you poor…
you know
i need a reason to care
do I? do I? do I know you?
no one ever wants to be my friend
i know we can make you poor…
so we can make some more…
and we can make some money
money can be measured in a way that i understand
and education is next
no, i can’t say i’ve heard of your band
because i like the feelers
and no one else has ever been as bland
but we can make you holler for more…
do i believe in evolution?
do i? do i?
do i know how the survival of the richest works?
but we can make you poor…
so we can make some more…
and we can make some money
and we can make some money

CHEMICALS

it’s time to lay off bumps and bruises
get a nice offer, and settle down
it’s time to scribble in the margin
forever is over, so shop around
don’t tell me you’re a victim
when i know that you’re prey
it’s time to cap all appearances
mind of a hermit, shell of a man
it’s time to rack up myths and legends
forever is over, so settle down to work
don’t tell me I am different
it’s always been this way

SWAMPMAN

lightning strike!
my body burning as a fuel
once is enough
this swamp ain’t big enough for us both
ever love another the very same day?
and never ever notice the variant ways
roll up!
swampman
roll up!
pin me as a mad man
i divine your affirmation
as a symptom of a disease
complicate your narcissism
with a side of evil twin, please!
i bleed
i exist
i’m alive
i am real
nothing that i do is
unsimilar in awe
the truth is i am nothing
but electronic war
roll up!
swampman
roll up!
pin me as a bat man
we commence your coronation
as a magnet of the disease
just imagine your elevation
as the masturbation of ease
i bleed
i exist
i’m alive
i am real

THIS MEANS MORE

and this means more
oh so much more than you ever could
immamammaterial or melancholy or mechanised error
call off your mass opinions
and strike out all of your conventions and die
mass authority
civil service and all
never be afraid
if i can choose to right then you can choose to wrong
and you can be mine
if you don’t know who to fight
or what is wrong or right
if you don’t know anything at all
welcome to my world
call off your old ways
cast out your old ways
call off your old ways
call off your mass opinions
and strike out all of your conventions and die

APATHY

i wish i could enjoy the sunshine, but i never could
i wish i could close up the faultline, but i never could
i wish my life was like a cheap wine, but i never could
i wish i could have drunk it all up while i had the time
i wished i could have made the effort, but i never could
i wished i could have lived instead, but i never could
i wished i could have been the saviour, but i never could
i wished i could at least have been the traitor
i wished i could have seen the world, but not via CNN
but i never could
i wished my life could have some purpose, like a suicide bomber
but i never could
apathy, it rules my head and
apathy, it rules my mind and
apathy it rules the sun and
apathy, it rules the moon and
apathy, it rules the world

STOP IT

so there
i don’t have to be out in the rain to stop it
i hate the cold air
so where can i get a button and a link to blog it
my motto’s no fair
so what the hell is going on?
all these people, they can’t be wrong
i want to spend all of my day with you
on xbox, wii and station-play
i’ve got to stop it now
stop it stop it st op it stop it
oh dear
now i’ve got to be the hand that stays in pocket
video don’t care
it’s so clear – all i gotta get is a badge and rock it
i never compare
so what the hell is going on?
all these people, they can’t be wrong
i want to spend all of my day with you
or xbox, wii and station-play
i’ve got to stop it now
stop it stop it stop it stop it
stop it stop it stop it stop it
when i get back i’m gonna take you out, oh no
when i get back you’ll find
if you should crumble under the pressure
i’ll take you home
and if you should mumble that you’re not ready
i’ll break your bones
and if we continue on different planets
you’re on your own
stopitstopitstopitstopit
why don’t you stop it
so there
i don’t have to be out in the rain to stop it
i don’t have to be out in the rain to stop it
so there
i don’t have to be out in the rain to stop it
i don’t have to be out in the rain to stop it
stop it stop it stop it stop it
stop it stop it stop it

THRILL OF YOUR LIFE

the mockery of madness
the canonising of sadness
i don’t know the mass appeal of fadness
who am i to be embarrassed
the first letter it hurts the most you feel it inside
the neverending excitement, or the thrill of your life
the last letter you cut is such a scar on the mind
the neverending excitement or the thrill of your life
the honest words of damage
the purest evil of badness
i don’t know normalisation of average
who am i to be offended
everywhere, in every home and phone
in every place
are you alone
the first letter it hurts the most you feel it inside
the neverending excitement, or the thrill of your life
the last letter you cut is such a scar on the mind
the neverending excitement or the thrill of your life
it’s in your head and in your bones
inside your skull, are you alone
the first letter it hurts the most you feel it inside
the neverending excitement, or the thrill of your life
the last letter you cut is such a scar on the mind
the neverending excitement or the thrill of your life
the thrill of your life
the thrill of your life
the thrill of your life

TELL YOU (NOTHING)

– instrumental –

GOD (IS WATCHING YOU)

take this gun and aim
set this bomb and run
take this script and read
this is what to say
here is how to act
god is watching you
take this pill and wait
suck this teat and cry
make this go away
this is what to say
here is how to act
god is watching you
this is what to say
here is how to act
god is watching you
this is what to read
here’s a list of good tv
we are watching you
god is watching you
from space