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Invasion On A Budget

by Tomahawks For Targets

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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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1.
Sputnik 03:49
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
2.
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
3.
Prad Bit 03:45
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
4.
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
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6.
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...
7.
This Colony 03:35
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...
8.
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...
9.
Panic 04:58
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

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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 September 30, 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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