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This Is What Happens When Everyone Wins A Trophy​.​.​.

by Secret Black Boyfriend

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Stefan Ball
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Stefan Ball I got back into underground live music in small/sparse/toilet venues after a time away, and SBB's performance in Bracknell was one of the first I saw that made me go, wow. DIY band, DIY recording, clever and simple songs. The band is now called Moper and it's not their fault they're from Surrey. Do they support Man Utd? I don't know. Find them, ask. Be quick though, their last gig is 16th November 2019. Favorite track: Hepatinnitus.
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1.
Baby Shooter 02:44
Eight pints is just a mild decompress And your face is a big fucking mess A hungry man is an angry man, get used to it Well I'm no good at biting down on my tongue 'Cause I've got so much fucking poison I might stop my own lungs I guess I'll just acquiesce to fluoresce with the stress So much for the gods honest truth I bet you'll give up the goods when I pull at your tooth Good god, Good god, it hurts, good god it hurts...stop! Pray, can’t break to break you down Fired up to dunk your head You can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe It aint too hard to tell when you've had enough Shaking in the corner, looking like you're gonna throw up Well I've never hit a woman in anger in my life Oh baby, its been pure pleasure every time... Piss and shit, you will die in a pool of it You're loving it Piss, shit, you love it
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The blood on the door is a sign that I'm bored You could, drop down dead I counted the lanes, looked both ways Call or fold, I'm just a dog in the road I knew I clocked off, when I dreamed that your god would just Well you shouldn't have fucked with your head! The axe overhead, is just a choice that you made I'm here for the ride, I'm not on your side There's a memory of you, in the bag of glue
3.
Dead Tanson 05:53
You took your time, in giving me a piece of your mind I never said I wanted anything, I never said I'd be kind You could say I was an arsehole, and you're probably right It made me happy when I heard you were sick - what a dick Is this what you want? Is this what you want? Is this what you want? Let's talk, be up front, not a cunt Yet again, I'm pointing out that your opinion stinks I hate to get drawn into anything I will blatently win Yeah you could say I was a bigot, or a mysogynist But you're judging by the wrong set of rules, what a fool I'm everything you're not, everything you're not, everything you're not! Lets talk, be grown up, not a cunt Your damn phoney digital outrage machine Is breeding a contagious stupidity Now you look to your friends to decide how to think And for what should inflame you to changing something So stop busting my balls for what you can not unsee Your bullshit opinions mean fuck all to me I'd rather walk tall than get dragged in dejected Dragged by the heels of my rhetoric anguish
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Don’t say you wont get under my feet 'Cause that's where you're needed I can't wait to sink you into the concrete The dust and the lime will burn, you live and learn Don't waste your breath on screaming out loud It's just what I wanted An' I hang over your head, like the cancer in the rat Eating you from the inside out And never in doubt Argh, God, I'm done spilling my guts Gather your thoughts, you're out of sorts Oh fuck, me, there's a shitstorm blowing up Get out of town, don't look down
6.
A split second of pain deserves a second look The sillouette of a ghost burnt into the hood I took a piece of your time and a leaf out your book I took the body of Christ and pushed it in through the wood This is a war, this is a war This is a war, you don't wanna believe it I'll shine a light in your eyes Make you talk, make you talk I wasn't ever me I just plant the seed I caught you trying to speak, with a gun in your mouth I know the cat got your tongue, I saw him sicking it out And there's a lesson to learn, in the dead of the night That the truth will come easy, if you're up for a fight This is a war, this is a war This is a war you don't wanna believe in I'll shine a light in your eyes Make you talk, make you talk
7.
You could never say you were blessed With the kinda face that'd ever make many friends It's probably for the best - you never liked me But you never hated anybody less There's no shame in admitting it, you're a piece of shit And you've lucked out too many times Throw me under the bus, lay me down in the dust High fives save lives Take aim, take aim Because the measure's gonna be disdain
8.
Hepatinnitus 04:58
This house is a museum of mistakes A collection of garbage memories Glued together with shaking hands Resonating at unsympathetic frequencies My father prayed for a stillborn baby Not ready for another, I was still born anyway Taking my place as the obedient worker Pollen collector, leaf clipper, subserviant We're ordinary, we're ordinary inside No satellites care to track our designs No plan of attack, no time for us to die But the whistling in our ears is a fucking bad sign

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Recorded in 9 hours straight on 20th September 2015 using our own equipment. Mixed the next day in Johnnys spare room.

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released February 12, 2016

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Ben - Hz
Adam - BPM

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Moper Cove, UK

Johnny - kHz
Ben - Hz
Adam - BPM

Abrasive and noisy, but sometimes painfully slow and morose, post-hardcore trio from a misty valley in the south of England. Born out of several local bands, Moper forged a path to bring intense performances back to their local scene. ... more

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