Invasion On A Budget, by Tomahawks For Targets

Invasion On A Budget

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"Played a brilliant set at Reading (and Leeds Festival 2011)" Edith Bowman BBC Radio 1
Includes the BBC Radio 1 playlisted single "Total Collapse Of It All"
"So good isn't it, such a good tune, I really like that a lot" Edith Bowman BBC Radio 1
"Like it a lot" Greg James BBC Radio 1
"A band that excites me greatly..." Tom Robinson, BBC 6Music
"They nimbly negotiate the tightrope that is stretched between those two towers 'Experimental' and 'Accessible' with ease, and have fresh melodies and harmonies to burn. We're sticking a large flag in them marked "The Real Deal"." - The Crack Magazine
“They’re already darlings of the festival scene, and BBC Radio 1 and 6Music both seem rather excited about this band – and it’s not hard to see why. They come off all ‘XTC for the digital age’ and ‘next batch of saviours of pop music’ – and they’re pulling it off rather nicely. It’s upbeat clever-clever angular guitar pop, but with an extra bit of self-aware, tongue-in-cheek ‘zing’ that lifts it well above the ordinary. Moments of King Crimson (and even 10CC) shine through at times, but this is entirely contemporary.” Andrew Dubber .com/music
"An absolutely essential listen" - Music Junkie
"...pop songs but with layers upon layers of intricate parts that leave the more OCD afflicted among us rewinding for another listen after each verse." - Ruth Kilpatrick, Amazing Radio
"Listening to this Tomahawks For Targets are a band with a real future" - Recharged
"With an eclectic mix of melodies, vocals and harmonies this is one band we are very excited about" - Viva Magazine ... more

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1.	Sputnik 03:49	lyrics	download

2.	Total Collapse Of It All 03:45	lyrics	download

3.	Prad Bit 03:45	lyrics	download

4.	God, Down A Coal Mine 03:54	lyrics	download

5.	Saint Of The Sink Estate 03:19	info	download
6.	Old Teflon Fingers / The Modern Hunter 05:52	lyrics	download

7.	This Colony 03:35	lyrics	download

8.	Building The Neo 04:18	lyrics	download

9.	Panic 04:58	lyrics	download

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"Played a brilliant set at Reading (and Leeds Festival 2011)" Edith Bowman BBC Radio 1
Includes the BBC Radio 1 playlisted single "Total Collapse Of It All"
"So good isn't it, such a good tune, I really like that a lot" Edith Bowman BBC Radio 1
"Like it a lot" Greg James BBC Radio 1
"A band that excites me greatly..." Tom Robinson, BBC 6Music
"They nimbly negotiate the tightrope that is stretched between those two towers 'Experimental' and 'Accessible' with ease, and have fresh melodies and harmonies to burn. We're sticking a large flag in them marked "The Real Deal"." - The Crack Magazine
“They’re already darlings of the festival scene, and BBC Radio 1 and 6Music both seem rather excited about this band – and it’s not hard to see why. They come off all ‘XTC for the digital age’ and ‘next batch of saviours of pop music’ – and they’re pulling it off rather nicely. It’s upbeat clever-clever angular guitar pop, but with an extra bit of self-aware, tongue-in-cheek ‘zing’ that lifts it well above the ordinary. Moments of King Crimson (and even 10CC) shine through at times, but this is entirely contemporary.” Andrew Dubber .com/music
"An absolutely essential listen" - Music Junkie
"...pop songs but with layers upon layers of intricate parts that leave the more OCD afflicted among us rewinding for another listen after each verse." - Ruth Kilpatrick, Amazing Radio
"Listening to this Tomahawks For Targets are a band with a real future" - Recharged
"With an eclectic mix of melodies, vocals and harmonies this is one band we are very excited about" - Viva Magazine

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released 30 September 2012

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A sound that comes on like a poppier version of Field Music; or an XTC for the modern age, if you will. They nimbly negotiate the tightrope that is stretched between those two towers “Experimental” and “Accessible” with ease, and have fresh melodies and harmonies to burn. We’re sticking a large flag in them marked: “The Real Deal”. DP (The Crack Magazine Feb 2012) ... more

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Track Name: Sputnik: So what do you think I am down there?
I’m just a sum of your math and your toil
Of your math and your toil
I’m set aloof from petty conflicts and spoils
I’m a sober fact that cannot side, a little pioneer ball Engineered and elevated from heart
Engineered and elevated from heart
I’m a fact that could never take sides
I’m a progress that could never be stalled
To enhance or diminish your lives, I’m a fact that could never take sides I’m a progress that could never be stalled, Not to enhance nor diminish but Formed for nor terror nor wonder
Neither formed for terror nor wonder
Formed for nor terror nor wonder...
I’m here to test your atmosphere
Until I plummet and burn to my atom form
‘Til I plummet and burn, where you enslaved me to a cycle exact And I alone behold your sapphire stone
My little mirror ball born for reflecting and relaying your lives
For reflecting and relaying your lives
And all the titans that you send in my wake
Will claim my honour for their conquering ways
And all the titans that you send in my wake
All your harbingers ignore that I was
Formed for nor terror nor wonder
Neither formed for terror nor wonder
Formed for terror nor wonder
Formed for nor terror nor wonder
Neither formed for terror nor wonder
Formed for terror nor wonder
Take my perfection; align it to your petty fears Take my perfection; align it how you want it ’Til the titans that will come in my wake
Will claim my honour for their conquering ways ’Til the titans that will come in my wake
Will claim my honour for their conquering ways And these fools will paint their fears to my sphere And these fools will paint their fears to my sphere Where all I ever wanted to be was their mirror ball Where all I ever wanted to be was their mirror ball
Track Name: Total Collapse Of It All: The end! She cries
It all seems so avoidable now
My rosette’s fallen off
My rosette’s fallen off
I cut myself!
As I tip-toed through the debris of the mining towns Through the broken bricks and the braziers
They hose me down ‘til I’m rust
Turn my iron to rust
Turn my iron to rust
Oh Dennis, oh Dennis
I have not slept for years
My mind is a blur with the consequences now Dennis, Dennis, oh Dennis
Can you tear yourself away
From the single malt and the billiard table Hold up my head, hold up my head
Hold up my head, hold up my...
And from this vantage point I can survey the Total collapse of it all
The end! She cries
I’ve seen the spectre bespectacled now He’s as grey as a battleship
He’s as grey as a battleship
Alone again, all my Vulcans have flown And my thieves have run off
All my thieves have run off
I’ve sewn myself
Into the fabric of what’s left of our towns A pariah in rust
A pariah in rust
Oh Dennis, oh Dennis
I think I slipped my disc
As I kicked away the legs from the table Dennis, oh Dennis
It’s leaning to the left
I’ll call my jets and from great altitude I’ll start the total collapse of it all
The total collapse of it all
I’m still a mammal of a
Shoplifting persuasion she said
I stole the ship from Clyde, I stole the coal from the Tyne I’ll take the epitaph The Total Collapse of It All
The total collapse of it all The total collapse of it all The total collapse of it all
Track Name: Prad Bit: I’m at the limit of the sentient mind
I am a P.R. disaster punched, paraded
A metronome, a drone bereft of its gravity
Where there’s no sun anymore
I’ll stick to the bastardised template of this footprint of evil set aflame I’ll be the focus of local radio phone-in frenzy
For the hoards of suckers for drama
I’m nothing but a fleeting distraction from their hum-drum existence Enraged and stoned on their boredom, I’ll be their crux
They shatter my windows as they jump off the bandwagon
Whores and suckers for drama
I’m nothing but a fleeting distraction from their hum-drum existence Aroused, I’ll feed on their boredom and be their crux
For the fashion of frenzy my devisable public
Immerse me in myself for the focus of local radio phone-in frenzy
I am suspended in the gloss and the candids
I make my sustenance immortal in some office chatter In a part of their dumb vocabulary where
There’s no cost and no cause
I’ll be the butt for the satirist eviscerated, publicly displayed Yet for the shutter and flashbulb I’ll illuminate magically
For the whores and suckers of drama
I’m nothing but a fleeting distraction from their hum-drum existence Aroused I’ll feed on their boredom and be their crux
For the fashion of frenzy my divisible public will rail
So it’s off with his head, death to the thieves of the oxygen
I’m sure there was a field somewhere once Untouched by the columnist
But I could never see its expanse
I never saw past the lens cap
I’m sure there was a field somewhere once Untouched by the columnist
But I could never see its expanse
I never got past the lens cap
And now I am single cell An amoeba on the Petri And now I am dissected An amoeba on the Petri
For the hoards of suckers for drama
I’m nothing but a fleeting distraction from their hum-drum existence Enraged and stoned on their boredom, I’ll be their crux
I’ll shatter their windows as I jump off the bandwagon
Whores and suckers for drama
I’m nothing but a fleeting distraction from their hum-drum existence Aroused, I’ll feed on their boredom and be their crux
I’ll stoke up frenzy, my divisible public
Immerse me in myself for the focus of local radio phone-in frenzy
Track Name: God, Down A Coal Mine: I heard you moved back to your home town
I heard you found God living down a coal mine
...Gets to the strangest places
He made his reasons obscure to be working machines In the fossils and carbon
So you spend your summers indoors
Keep your husband in a headlock
Excommunicate your friends, dissolve your tribal scars
Leave the pushing, the pushing, the pushing, the pushing so... You keep yourself to yourself
You’re building something in the basement
Deliver it in fire and nails in crowded places
To push them and push them and push them
To a purpose
I heard you moved back to your home town
I heard they found you locked in the birdcage
...Get to the strangest places
I heard they cut you loose just in time
I heard they found you spitting out the feathers and bones You’ve got your reasons I’m sure to be
Raiding your avian brothers’ apartment
You spend your summers indoors
Keep your husband in a headlock
Excommunicate your friends, dissolve your tribal scars Leave the pushing, the pushing, the pushing, the pushing So calm here now
You spend your summers indoors
Keep your husband in a headlock
Excommunicate your friends, dissolve your tribal scars
Leave the pushing, the pushing, the pushing, the pushing so... You keep yourself to yourself
You’re building something in the basement
Deliver it in fire and nails in crowded places
To push them and push them and push them
To a purpose, to push them and push them etc
Track Name: Old Teflon Fingers / The Modern Hunter: There’s a wasp in the office it never stops it’s buzzing Incessantly it oscillates
Incessantly it oscillates
There’s a wasp in the office, it will outlast all accounting minions Will outlast all accounting minions
Will outlast all accounting minions
Evades the swat and the paper, the grip
Evades the swat and the paper, the grip
Evades the swat and the paper, the grip to form a legend as it Flits right through my Teflon fingers
Right through my Teflon fingers

Keep yourself alive just long enough To make that legend stick

Keep yourself indoors and
Keep those hands where I can see them These vitamins and circuit boards
Will keep you ‘til the winter freezes Colder...
To prove yourself, you shoot rats in the barrel
To prove yourself, as the hunter, as the gatherer
To prove yourself, that you’re worthy of this mantle You revert right back to the primitive form
Devolve yourself to the primitive form
Til these power cuts and overloads
Reduce us back to neanderthal blows
You were born for the weight of the mantle now Prepare yourself for the Holocene boy
Repair yourself for the Holocene boy
You’re colder, and colder, and colder
Go break this telemetry down
Be colder, colder, be savages
More of the savage and less of the animal Now colder, colder, be colder
Go break this telemetry down
Be colder, colder, be savages
More of the savage and less of the animal
Make you worthy of enhancement now
Make you hunter and the gatherer
You re-pixelate your everything
You re-pixelate your everything
You’ve defined yourself at a bit-rate that shows Your homosapien overtones
All the lost harmonics of your primitive form The sweet harmonics of your simian form
In an emulation of the analogue world
You’re colder, you’re colder, you’re colder We break this telemetry down
You’re colder, colder, be savages
More of the savage and less of the animal You’re colder
Down with your telemetry, down with your traditions You are colder
More of the savage and less of the animal
More of the savage and less of the animal
Down with your telemetry, down with your traditions You are more of the savage and less of the animal Down with your telemetry, down with your traditions
You mourn...
Fashion up the spears from cutlery and string And anything else that’s not tied down
This Access Virus left no traces
Mourn your data gone...
You’re colder, colder
You break this telemetry down
All colder, colder
More of the savage and less of the animal Be colder, colder, be colder
We break this telemetry down
Now colder, colder, be savages
More of the savage and less of the animal
Etc...
Track Name: This Colony: Oh this arrogance is bliss and I will stick to it’s ways I bear the weight of this heritage burden
I will be the overlord
I will stamp a carbon footprint down
On any place where the summer burns certain
My invasion call
I will summon up a blitz, I will summon a plague
To inflict on the natives startled
I will be their overlord
I will demonstrate a bulldog charm
I make the din and the fire, I bring the boot and the fist I bring the sunburned skin rabble
Once everything we’ve touched has crumbled Make this our colony now
Once everything we’ve touched has crumbled Make this our colony now
Once everything we’ve touched has crumbled Make this our colony now
Once everything we’ve touched has crumbled We’ll make a new found Eden screaming...
Our call – a hooliganic display
And we pin it to the spirit of a Churchill
To demonstrate an Empire’s charms
To assimilate a terra firma perfect for this expansion cause

To revel in the rust of this imperial force
Make a parasol a tomahawk and bludgeon
We bring invasion on a budget now
We bring the din and the fire, bring the boot and the fist We bring the sunburned skin rabble
Once everything we’ve touched has crumbled Turn this to the colony now
Once everything we’ve touched has crumbled Turn this to the colony now
Once everything we’ve touched has crumbled Turn this to the colony now
Once everything we’ve touched has crumbled We’ll make a new found Eden screaming...
We’ll make a new found Eden screaming...
We never learned to get far, never learned to get far Never learned to get too far from here at all...
Etc...
Track Name: Building The Neo: My dear, it seems our chalice ran over
And in the haze of prophylactic abandonment
Rioja combined with the body clock ticking down
And formed a little hindrance screaming
And formed a little miracle screaming
We formed a pinnacle
And born is a vicarious implement
And born is a vicarious implement
Devoid of the flaws and the sentiment that bled us out Devoid of the flaws and the sentiment that bled us out
We’ll build a god of a child
We’ll build a god of a child, smother up the child
Superior in detachment from all hollow sentiment
Ingrain in a logic and a purpose and a symmetry
I fear our pavements are but terror camps
To school the hapless to be useless and fragile; to dissolve into humility I fear but not our little pinnacle screaming
Not our little pinnacle perfect

Make a god of a child
Make a god of a child
Make a god of a child smother up the child Make a god of a child smother up the child Of every perfect part a pinnacle formed...
My dear our replacement is screaming
My dear we must disinfect the habitat
When all foes, all bacteria and liberal thought Arrest development, arrest development
They’ll crush our god of a child
Our god of a child, smother up the child Make a god of a child, smother up the child Make a god of a child, smother up the child Of every perfect part a pinnacle formed...
Track Name: Panic: We start it on collectable plates
We end it in a mahogany box, a flag, a cavalcade, a saline drip
Awash on these composting bouquets
We stack them staggered in the avenues and call for calm
Impale the pieces to form a saint
Their supine fists still cling to the wax
As your vigil makes the panacea form a little closer to the sickle and plough A Luddite mannequin is lost on the world
We catch them at their factory gates
We school them in their wattle and dorb
We make this hemisphere a study of panic in all of its forms
Incite the terrorist and rattle sabers in the red-tops as we call for calm
And pray the pieces reform again
Impale the pieces to form again
We’ll upset the apple cart, we’ll wake that bi-polar bear We’ll blunt and blood now
Blunt and blood
My dear we’ll pickle you and form you the saint
We will mount you on this mantle now pious and whole
Make this mannequin a beacon of hope elevated from the cost and the weight And what we started on commemorative plates
We now end in the smashing of glass.
Bay’, these are anything but citizens now, these are anything but citizens Who call for calm
Impale your fragments to form again
Impale your fragments to form again

Impale your fragments to form again
We’ll upset the apple cart, we’ll wake that bi-polar bear We’ll blunt and blood now
Blunt and blood
We’ll make you anything but citizens now
These are anything but citizens now