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We were riding out to meet the sun,
We were shaking from the things we've done,
We were breaking every pattern, Straying from the map
To make a new life on the runWe were sick of life behind a lens,
With it stripped of all its innocence
Watch the hands above the puppets make another war
For the benefit of their own endsMotherless land, a couple pills in my hand,
To take me out of my mind
A couple we stand,
A couple pills in our hands
To take us out of my mindsMotherless land, a couple pills in my hand,
That take me out of my mind
A couple we stand,
A couple pills in our hands
To take us out of my mindsSo we grew up with a fear of God,
Made guilty of the things we're not
We were lost in vicious circles,
Looking for a key,

Another door, another lockAnd the sun was dancing on the lake,
There was only so much we could take
So we left it all to happen,
Left it all to chance,
With a passion that they could not shakeMotherless land, a couple pills in my hand,
To take me out of my mind
A couple we stand,
A couple pills in our hands
To take us out of my mindsOh, take me out of mind
Oh, take me out of mind
Take me out of my mind
Take me out of my mind
Out of my mind yeahWe've assassinated pacifists,
As the peace was something to resist
With the history repeated one day to the next,
Another thousand on the listSo what are we without the fear?
And what are we without the shame?
And what are we when all is clear?
What are we without a name?Motherless land, a couple pills in my hand,
That take me out of my mind
A couple we stand,
A couple pills in our hands
To take us out of my mindsOh, take me out of mind
Oh, take me out of mind
Take me out of my mind
Take me out of my mind
Take me out of my mind
Out of my mind
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Matt Rose, Danny Dolan, Ally DickatyPublished by
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Satellite towns tend to breed big ambitions. Perched on the hills above Manchester, Macclesfield’s principle claim to fame comes in the cult of Ian Curtis. That classic example of the ‘just out of the city’ boy reinforces how big horizons tend to breed big ambitions. The Virginmarys are not part of the Curtis club. Their music blends the dynamics of platinum class ‘grunge’ (basically Nirvana, Mudhoney and Screaming Trees) with the spikiness of punk and the attention to detail and honesty of prime British rock of the early 1970’s, before the wizards and capes overcame the attack and dynamic.

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