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Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin
I went out to the trees just spoken to the breeze
I said you've gone, you've gone to the dustbinAll over the place I said murder
I said how could you get talking discipline
Because it don't mean, it don't mean a thingYou think yourself so aware, so out of the ordinary
But it don't, it don't, it don't mean a thing
And the only thing you ever believeBless my brother hiding in the dustbin
'Cause everything I do I don't know spoken dreams
I said you've got to be good, I said you've got to be goodI've got to watch catch your step all over him
A deadly poison I'm covered in the, in the right decisions
Outrageous remarks I said fall into misery
Because they don't, they don't, they don't mean a thing
They don't, they don't, they don't mean a thing

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Enigmatic, moody, and challenging, Britain's Wolfgang Press were one of the most mercurial talents of the post-punk era, restlessly moving from gothic noise to dark balladry to eccentric funk; paradoxically, the group was also the 4AD label's longest tenured artist -- even their stylish album packages were all the product of the same designer, Alberto Ricci. Formed in London in 1983, the Wolfgang Press comprised vocalist Michael Allen, guitarist Andrew Gray, and keyboardist Mark Cox.

Read more about The Wolfgang Press on Last.fm.


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