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THIS HERE AIN'T WATER (Public Service Broadcasting Remix)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIG SPECIAL
BIG SPECIAL
Performer
Joseph Hicklin
Joseph Hicklin
Synthesizer
Callum Moloney
Callum Moloney
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Hicklin
Joseph Hicklin
Composer
Callum Moloney
Callum Moloney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Clarke
Michael Clarke
Producer

Lyrics

This - here - ain't - water! But it was offered me to drink When everyone we know is thirsty What - am - I - to - think? This - here - ain't - water! But it keeps me off the brink When everyone you know is thirsty What - am - I - to - drink? The rain couldn't take a hint The hail came down for days This here ain't water son Embrace the malaise This here ain't water Just another cup of something Another tantrum beating on the roof This here ain't water son Nor does it mean anything Heed the word And be the living proof The sun couldn't get out of bed We didn't see her for weeks This here ain't water It's a whip of shale wind Come to smack the day onto your cheeks This here ain't water Just another cup of something Another man painted by his curse This here ain't water son Nor does it weigh anything But it will always pull you closer to the earth This - here - ain't - water! But it was offered me to drink When everyone we know is thirsty What - am - I - to - think? This - here - ain't - water! But it keeps me off the brink When everyone you know is thirsty What - am - I - to - drink? Is it all this weather we've been having? Is that why everyone seems so blue? Gut me dancing Sliding in Claret stew Spread in strokes With Jiving boots Fuelled on neon fumes Will the gods spare us the weather? Or whoever? Store-bought Normans Farm-bred and necked pecking It's not their fault We're all the same Force-fed and fenced in It's like a cult out here Even the lonely ones seem to bow To something that's so hard to understand That keeps us alone and Feeds a western right to sadness Crying at the moon for the right to croon Standing on a history of factory fodder On planned madness For me sir the floor? Words escape me Has anything ever changed? Ever, at all? This - here - ain't - water! But it was offered me to drink When everyone we know is thirsty What - am - I - to - think? This - here - ain't - water! But it keeps me off the brink When everyone you know is thirsty What - am - I - to - drink?
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