Classic Crème Brûlée

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A selection of Premium 90s Schizodelic Rock from the Spacemen vaults

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released December 10, 2014

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Plastic Spacemen Melbourne, Australia

From the Seas of Europa to Melbourne, 1993-98.

Studio albums "Exhibit A" and "Vs The Barbarian Invaders From Outer Space" are now available, along with the compilation "Classic Creme Brulee" (drawn from both albums and elsewhere) and two live albums. ... more

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Track Name: We Come In Peace, But We're Bringing Guns (Part 1)
We picked your planet up on the scope
Choked and decayed, unable to cope
We knew that we were your only hope
We'll show you the way, we'll hand you the rope

The human race had been led astray
Deluded loners stuck in their ways
So in the end, the Earth had to pay
We'll hand you the rope, we'll show you the way

To paradise
Through sacrifice
End genocide
And step aside

A rotting planet choked by parasites
A failing system needing our respite

Take us to your chief
We’ll end all this grief
Your world will breathe a sigh of relief

Beyond the point of possible return
Light the match, watch it burn

Take us to your chief
We’ll end all this grief
Your world will breathe a sigh of relief
Track Name: We Come In Peace, But We're Bringing Guns (Part 2)
We bring the wisdom of a thousand suns
We know the universe and how it runs
We know down there you deal in megatons
We come in peace, but we’re bringing guns

We bring the bullet of a thousand guns
We rule your universe and watch you run
Your race is over, start another one
We come in peace, but we’re bringing guns
Track Name: Protest [edit]
I'd like to raise a little protest
I'd like to raise a rally cry
I'd like to raise a call to arms
If only I knew why
What's the revolution?
Tell me - what's our end?
The answer, they say, is blowing
Blowing in the wind, my friend.

The voice of the people has spoken to me
We've got to smash the state
We'll march until our feet blister
Join us brother, join us sister
We'll make an order great

CHORUS:
I need a new slogan to paint on the walls
I need a new catchphrase to chant in the malls
I don't need no rulebook, I don't need no laws
But I need a new slogan - I need a new cause

The voice of my conscience has spoken to me
I wish I'd been born poor
I've felt the suffering of the proles
Felt the torment of their souls
We'll make love into war

REPEAT CHORUS
I need a new cause
I need a new cause

But what am I rebelling against?
What am I rebelling against?
What am I rebelling against?
Well what have you fucking got?

The voice of the new age has spoken to me
Let's overthrow the ruler!
I'm not for talk, I'm into action
I'm aligned with the hippest faction
And now I feel much cooler

REPEAT CHORUS
I need a new cause
I need a new cause
Track Name: L.C.D.
Brett:
Now you've learned not to question
Won't take the heed of some crazy suggestion
That the world's not the perfect land of your dreams
That the world's not the perfect land of your dreams
But someone else's

Everything in nice bite-sized pieces
Everything mashed up so you won't have to chew
Everything ironed so you won't see the creases
Every free idea has been pressured out of you

Who told you to think for yourself?
Just shut up and live by the book
If you can't appreciate the big picture
Then maybe you shouldn't look
Look out now...

Wok:
Clip my tiny wings
Turn down the screws

Why the hell bother, there'll be no reward
(Lowest Common Denominator)
Free thought's a luxury we can ill-afford
(Lowest Common Denominator)
So the surgeons amputate the unhealthy difference
(Lowest Common Denominator)
Who wants to justify their own existence
(Lowest Common Denominator)

I need to belong
I've no need to choose

Thinking below yourself, biding your time
(Lowest Common Denominator)
Another brain pops out the production line
(Lowest Common Denominator)
Just one more homogenised joker
(Lowest Common Denominator)
Ready, aim, firing for the mediocre
(Lowest Common Denominator)

Lowest Common Denominator
Lowest Common Denominator

Brett:
Now you are the perfect human being.
Track Name: Bucket
Phil:
Bucket!

Phil, Wok, Mardy & Brett:
Bucket!
Track Name: Childhood Song
These lonely times
Are just a dying flame
Of what once was inside
And now I'm yearning
For those feelings felt
Through eyes that were still wide

CHORUS:
And even though we've grown too soon
You were my childhood song
And now I wander til it ends
Hoping we will touch again

That time of joy
Like a passing reflection
In a falling tear
Can never hold on
To the stem of my soul
When those memories burn so near

And even through your sweetest pain
You were my childhood song
So now I wander til it ends
Hoping we will touch again

My heart was too young
To understand the gift
That you gave me long ago
But time has uncovered
A piece of myself
Which belongs to you I know

REPEAT CHORUS
Track Name: The Mayhem
Should I feel happy or feel abused?
Do you still care or am I being used?
What is this thing that leaves me so confused?

I see it in the news each day
I hear it in the words you say
All the chaos, it's the law you can't obey

Don't bother looking, it's waiting inside
There's nowhere to run away, nowhere to hide
Try to find an answer
But I can't even see the question in this mayhem
Feel the mayhem

It orbits my world, it's against the grain
It's small enough to fit inside my brain
Please tell me which one of us is sane

Toss the rulebook down the furnace hole
See it stoke the coal that feeds the soul
And I don't think I want to keep control

You can turn around but it's still up ahead
Better open your eyes or you'll soon be dead
Try to reach out for the handbrake
But I always crash into your wall of mayhem
Feel the mayhem

Oh it's the insubstantial anarchist
Puts rhyme and reason into doubt
Go up, go down, go in, go out
It doesn't really matter coz it all leads round to mayhem
Feel the mayhem
Track Name: Rejected Messiah (Mars Song)
There's a light shining in my heart
So bright it shines right through my ribs
And out the other side.
The principle behind it
Cannot be identified.
And my body's just a membrane
Between the world and my mind.
The things around me and my brain
Are smeared together, intertwined.
I see what others cannot see,
cannot feel, cannot hear.
So as you stop to look at me
Standing here, year by year,
I'm more than I appear.

I can see you laugh at me
But don't you ever wonder how
I so easily guess the truth?
You've laughed at mine so many times
And kept yourself aloof.
But as Daedelus said to the other guy
Your wings will melt if you fly too high.
And if like Icarus you try
To reach the sun, you'll fall and die.
Ignore me if you will, that's your own affair.
Let your wings melt. I don't care.
All who see me must beware.
No-one can stop what I prepare.
I can go anywhere.

When I want to be all by myself
So I take myself to Mars.
Where Earth with all its problems
Is just one of many stars.
A blue ball creeping cross the sky:
Wax and wane, rise and set.
Across a void vast as the divide
Between what you want and what you get
No buildings, fences, walls or rooms
There's no-one there to point and stare.
I can scream and cry, howl at the moons
To a small degree I'm finally free,
No-one to bother me.

I'm finally free.

No-one to bother me.
Track Name: Metaphor (For Everything)
I'm just trying to be
I'm just trying to be me
'Coz practice makes perfect,
And perfect is the best way to be

But I still got a lot to learn
Themes always return
You can rely on change
But some things remain the same

And you ask why
the stars in the sky,
Why death comes to us all,
And why we were born at all
And why there's so much shit between
You're trying to find a metaphor for everything.

But I say
It's clear as day!
The clouds by an apple burst
Our greatest blessing and our greatest curse,
Let every human sing:
Everything is a metaphor for everything!

Everything is a metaphor for everything!

So I'll keep trying to be me
If you promise to try to be you
And if we ever make it
Oh! The things we could do!

Nothing could stop us
Nothing mysterious
You can think 'til you're insane But the questions still remain

And you ask why
the stars in the sky,
Why death comes to us all,
And why we were born at all
And why there's so much shit between
You're trying to find a metaphor for everything.

But I say
It's clear as day!
The clouds by an apple burst
Our greatest blessing and our greatest curse,
Let every human sing:
Everything is a metaphor for everything!

Everything is a metaphor for everything!
Track Name: Love Is Fucked
Something...

Take everything that ever meant anything
and turn it upside-down
Wrench my heart from its seat of content
and grind it into the ground
Give you my all on a rope from my soul
bite the hand that feeds you
My heart has grown hard like the thorn in my side
can't bring myself to say 'fuck you'

This is no sympathy
Just a hammer in my face
There is no sympathy
My surroundings are a maze

No damn sympathy
But I'm not crawling in the dirt
Never any sympathy
Say it like it's a dirty word

How can I trust the words that spew from your orifice
When faith in my feelings crashes to a bitter end?
You're never willing to make any kind of sacrifice
Is it all worth it for wounds that may never mend?

No more...

Love is fucked!
Love is fucked!
Track Name: Empathy Sickness
My life is a series of attempts
To get as much as I can
I won't stop in my efforts
To filter any gold from my dirty dirty pan

You just can't mean a thing
It's every me for myself
I'm drowning responsibility
So my only concern is my health

CHORUS:
And sometimes I get empathy sickness
And the problems of the world are mine to solve
And sometimes I get empathy sickness
And any problems you got, we got to resolve

My life is a series of wrestles
I'll be as selfish as I possibly can
But I fail when I succeed
You said that you were hurt, I turned around and ran

REPEAT CHORUS

And I never get anything done
And I never get anything done
Spend my time searching for the sublime
And I never get anything done or undone

All of the time I got empathy sickness
And the problems of the world are mine to solve
All of the time I got empathy sickness
And any problems you got, we got to resolve
Track Name: The Vidal Sassoon Hair Experience [live]
If you've got hair,
Body hair, back hair,
Buttock hair, pubic hair

If you've got hair,
Shoulder hair, leg hair,
Ear hair

If you've hair on your nose
And the bottom of your toes
Then you've got hair

If you've hair on your palms
And underneath your arms
Then you've got hair

You need something special
You need the Vidal Sassoon Hair Experience
Track Name: Don't Look Down
Don't look down
Don't look down
It's a long long way down to the ground

Don't look down
Don't look down
You're getting much closer to the ground

Don't look down
Don't look down
You're about to hit the...