Twisted Little Piggies

by Whole Sky Monitor

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The 2010 album from Leeds based Whole Sky Monitor

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released October 5, 2010

Barton, Byrn, Hewson, Parkes

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Whole Sky Monitor Leeds, UK

The chief export of Leeds’ Whole Sky Monitor is sonic shock and awe. Their sophomore effort, Twisted Little Piggies, is a discordant, vaguely political, overtly misanthropic body of hyper-energetic and possibly upsetting rock and roll blasts that smokes and sweats bullets. Actually, BBC1’s Steve Lamacq phrased it as “huge, hulking anti-pop.” Twisted Little Piggies will be your go-to soundtrack. ... more

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Track Name: Freakshow
Freak Show

Laugh, from a hollow place, a transplanted face
Scintillated, a new dead star
Death is a salesman, death is a star
Never forget, how stupid you are

Dark, the end of reason, the experts came
Emaciated, in top pop shape

Blissed out, comeback, shameless, freak show

All is soap, and all is disease
Rolling twenty four hour greed
And few can laugh and I can’t breath
Where pantomime horses bolt and bleed

Bury me deep without my brain
Where all is fake and all is fame
Twitter your tears and blog your blame
Where grief and love and shit’s the same

Dance ‘til the public sickens, let the public buy
Icon worship, freak show flies

Blissed out, comeback, shameless, freak show
Freak show, freak show, freak show, freak show
Track Name: Church of Love-in
Church of Love-in

We’re from the church of love-in
We’re from the church of speed
We’re from the state of habit
We’re in a state of need

We wait for miracles, we don’t like explanations
We suck our sugar pills, it feels so right
We live in fantasy, and we are not political
We’re not analytical, and we’re so free

We’re from the empty packet
Give it away for free
Black as the heart of disco
Mad as the birds we feed

We sell erotica, speaking glossolalia
Spirit, mammal, alien, yeah more bad seed
Don’t even think about it, crystals beads and profits
Open minds and wallets, we’re no fools

Love in love
Love in love
Love in love
Love in love

Just don’t push us too far
Just don’t push us too far
Just don’t push us too far
Love it up and love it all
Track Name: Sold
Sold

Teen drama, it comes at you
The total victory of Margaret Thatcher
See your future fade away
Arm yourself and kneel to pray

Stay calm and work harder
The total victory of Margaret Thatcher
God of money, God of greed
God of market, all you need

Stick at it you’re dreaming you could make a killing
I’m staying to watch it on the television
You can never be loved you can only be sold

Crack down on, dole scrounger
Twenty more pounds for the tax avoiders
Moving money from screen to screen
Arms bribes, sales and magazines

They said they’d be glad when she was gone forever
Now pretend that the world just changes like the weather
You can never be young now before you get old

Cheap lager, glue culture
Principals of a smacked down vulture
Queen Victoria lights the way
Don’t pretend you’ll get away

Teen drama, the porn butcher
The complete victory of Margaret Thatcher
Dead souls screaming in the wind
Justice, equality what might’ve been

Stick at it you’re dreaming you could make a killing
I’m staying to watch it on the television
You can never be loved you can only be sold

They said they’d be glad when she was gone forever
Now pretend that the world just changes like the weather
You can never be young now before you get old
Track Name: My Regeneration
My Regeneration

I feel, no pain, high rise, high gain
All hail, swift growth, I feel, greed’s glow

My Regeneration
My Regeneration

Life-style, in-store, basement, Bar Love
Get paid, get more, despise the poor

My Regeneration
My Regeneration
My Regeneration

Wall Street panicked and caught a cold
The valet parker is on the dole
There’s an Anarchist mob at the entry-phone
But it’s the weekend and I’m alone
Burberry man on a child’s bike wanks
The woman with the bruises and white shoes drinks
For the girls from the Gipton and Seacroft Streets
Revenge is cruel, revenge is sweet

My keys, my phone, my car, my home
My shirt, my pants, all gone – let’s dance!

My Regeneration
My Regeneration
My Regeneration
Track Name: Drone (Revolution)
Drone (Revolution)

When we get like this we know there is nothing
When we get like this it’s too late for talking
When we get like this we’re out to destroy
When we get like this we’re down with the boys

With my Little Red Book I discover
The thoughts of Chairman Mao and Baader and Lenin / Lennon
You showed up at the graveside of Bobby Sands
They kicked you all around on your face and your hands

And this is the big, the big idea
Light a fire, cry no tears
Tear it down and party like it’s ‘77

When you’re sailing far too close to the truth
Mental illness turning guns on the roof
The Red Army Faction trains in free Palestine
Naked girls on the roof with a coke and lime


When we get like this the blood spurts from dreams
Arm the freedom fighters and the Mujahedeen
When is a revolutionary just a man?
When is the revolution just a scam?

Ladies and Gentlemen there will be no revolution but everything will be televised

When it gets to this there’s no going home
When it gets to this hit the alarm
When it gets to this you’re in or you’re out
When you get here there’s no changing and no doubt

And this is the big, the big idea
Gudrun Ensslin cries no tears
Revolutionary consciousness
Tear down the wall sell souvenirs

The revolution was in your head
The revolution was in your head
The revolution was in your head
Track Name: La Mouche
La Mouche

In my house I watch him die
I watch him land I watch him slow down

I spilled sugar I spilled tea
He still gets weak, this weakness I can feel

Cages - block the light
Lifeless - body blows
Goodbye to life and soul

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, life at high speed
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Half a wing and half a prayer
Every leg they say is numbered

Dried out - see through pain
Flightless - buzzwords drone
Fall around my home

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, life at high speed
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, swat, starve or free
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

If one green bottle should accidentally fall
My favourite flavoured fly
Track Name: Shoot the People
Shoot the People

A boy looking for war – free the people
A boy looking for love – hurt the people
A boy looking for sex – screw the people
A boy looking for death – shoot the people

To die at 22 – show the people
Never kissed a girl – blame the people
He’ll kill you for his love – shake the people
This makes religious sense – con the people

Shoot the people, kill the people,
Shoot the people, kill ‘em all
Shoot the people, kill the people
Shoot the people, kill ‘em all

People, people, people, people

For God and Abraham – teach the people
All will be revealed – hate the people
Dial that mobile phone – fool the people
Send them all to hell - kill the people

Shoot the people, kill the people,
Shoot the people, kill ‘em all
Shoot the people, kill the people
Shoot the people, kill ‘em all

People, people, people, people
Track Name: Idiot God
Idiot God

We worship – an idiot God
Messed up, now won’t get involved

Get him drunk and truss him up and get him laid
Sell him drugs and toss him off and give him pain
Make him old and sell his soul and let him freeze
Let him fail and make him fat feel your disease

God says, to hell with it all
We’re building, building a wall

Keep ‘em out and keep ‘em down and keep us safe
Keep ‘em poor and keep us pure and keep the faith
Concrete, wire and guns buys us security
Temporary measures prove the prophesies

God made this happen or God let this be
And God knows what’s happening
And god says he’ll make you free


We worship – an idiot God
Messed up, now won’t get involved

Get him drunk and truss him up and get him laid
Sell him drugs and toss him off and give him pain
Make him old and sell his soul and let him freeze
Let him fail and make him fat feel your disease

God makes this happen or God lets this be
God made the Devil and God says to follow me
A God who craves worship, follow and be set free

Idiot
Idiot
Track Name: Abusive
Abusive

I’ve been robbing the neighbours
I’ve been kicking a stink
I’ve been living on cat tins
You shudder to think

I’m abusive
I’m abusive
I’m abusive
I’m abusive

I’ve been fucking the family
Now they’re living alone
I’ve been searching the faeces
Been carrying on

I’m abusive
I’m abusive
I’m abusive
I’m abusive
Track Name: Ten Floors
Ten Floors

What is a child?
Ten years work and a way to hurt me
And what she deserves
Is the pain of loss and the pain I’m feeling
Father (farther) to fall
Can’t make it right but can make it even

Ten floors to finally show her
Ten floors to finally show her

Man on a ledge, two young children, hotel window
Take, take it all, I will show you, I will show you

Ten floors to finally show her
Ten floors to finally show her

Red hair, white skin, black lips, green eyes
Red skin, white hair, green lips black eyes
Track Name: White Skin Suit
White Skin Suit

A white skin suit, animal blood
Ride my bones, cannibal hook

Fake and beg, believe what you should
Now come when I say, guilt is good

A white skin suit – the Josef Fritzl School
A white skin suit – of Contemporary Dance
A white skin suit – The Dahmer Experience
- and Westworld


Pig-faced man
Pig-faced man
Pig-faced man
Track Name: Twisted Little Piggies
Twisted Little Piggies

The twisted little piggies
Should die out in the snow
But the twisted little piggies
They know just where to go

So, say so, say so
So, say so, say so
So, say so, say so

They know just where to go