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My Head Is A Milkshake
02:09
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We are The Milkshake, shakey, shake! And nod your head, like the teacher said!
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My head has left the building.
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I want to be defaced, I want to feel your brains. I want to see my eyes, I want to itch my veins. Oh, I don't know how you talk so much?!
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My Head Is A Fever
03:56
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The fever took a hold of my breath, I lay myself on my bed, and I said: “Where are all of my thoughtful songs?”. They’re stuffed away, hidden from all my wrongs. Yeah, seriously they’ve all gone, abandoned me, and you know that I know that I’m not that headstrong. I’m a tangled mess of wires, sprawled across my bedroom floor, consigned to all of my desires, or lack thereof. The fever took a hold of my breath, unsure, unsettled and full of dread I said: “I have never had any thoughtful songs. They’re all wrong, none are strong and yes I assure you they’ve been weak like me all along”. So, here we are. You. Me. This and that. Why don’t we move this outside? Away from the noise and tit-for-tat?
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My Head Is Unhinged
01:50
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Did you see the man from across the street smoke his cigarette with an aloof sensibility? Did you see the woman with her slim, slender hands waving ferociously to signal her affability? Did you see my hand, erect and dead-pan, impassive and motionless to stop this unhinged madness? Do you catch my drift? I'm a human being, and I don’t care for being carefree. So just stop fucking talking to me!
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My Head Is The Main One
01:15
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Ravi is right, we're just the backing band...
I wrote all of these songs, I spent all night, crossed legged, dimmed lights, crafting these masterpieces. I deserve all of the applause, acclaim and accolades. I deserve the 9.0 pitchfork rating that this album deserves. I have the looks, the personality and sharp wit to make me a star. I have at least 3 to 5 cool indie London record labels courting me. I have the guitar solos, the angular, piercing lyrics, the edgy artwork and an obscure band t-shirt. I have an Instagram with people who follow me, who hang on my every word, who send me messages telling me I'm amazing. I have a fan engagement department, a PR manager and an energy drink sponsorship deal. I am IAN FUCKING MACKAYE, and I have a monopoly on punk credentials.
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I hit my head against the bathroom door, and it hurts.
All of these emails and admin tasks.
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I’m right, you’re wrong. Fight war, not wars
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Conversations always end so abruptly when I stare. No big deal.
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Breakfast is done, a listless man falls out of bed. The newsroom stirs wildly about disgraced department heads. Commuting to work, the roadworks are taunting. The white man in his red van and his sun tan is fading.
This is England, and it’s raining.
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My Head Is A Nervous Tic
01:38
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Your tongue moves in and out and in. Out and in and in and out.
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I took a wrong turn and made it right. I took a wrong turn and made it right. That’s deep! I’m so confident in my own ability to say nothing. My head really hurts standing on my feet, my head really hurts and it doesn’t speak to me.
Hope is a measure of defeat.
This is a song about how I feel (that’s deep!).
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My Head Is A Joke
02:02
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I wish I could be more like you, so effortlessly likeable. I'm a joke and I’m too scared to talk. I care way too much about how I look, I want to be the centre of this world. I'm a joke and I’m too scared to talk. I smoke because I can't bear the thought of keeping my hands empty. I'm a joke and I’m too scared to talk. My voice trembles halfway through an anecdote, I can’t remember what the punchline is. I'm a joke and I’m too scared to talk.
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My Head Is So Bohemian
04:20
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I have nothing left to say. That is, nothing profound nor meaningful. I am just a person with words that have no meaning. I am the man who says he dies by the words he speaks. My curly hair controls the media. My curly hair is so bohemian. And I say politics has no place, nor space to freely express, or impress upon our minds the brevity of this song. So I ask you, learned listener, do you think that Ravi, i.e me, is the new curator of punk rock? I'll cut a hole in my jeans if that's what it takes. I'll cut a hole in my face if that's what it takes. I'll throw a stone at the gates if that's what it takes. I'll burn the words of this song on my face if that's what it takes.
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Ravi Gunslinger Birmingham, UK
Ravi Gunslinger is a 30-something, jobless bum still living with with mum and dad. Was Kurt Cobain a fan? Did he famously wear a Ravi Gunslinger tee in public? Probably not.
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