Not Our World Demo 1988

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One and only demo - recorded overnight in with a student sound engineer. We thought it sounded great after 10 hours in the studio on powerful speakers. We were pretty horrified when we got home and played it on our cassette players.

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released January 5, 1988

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not our world Dublin, Ireland

Not our world were a punk d.i.y. band from dublin who played in the late 80's We recorded loads of gigs on what we thought were great tape recorders at the time but it's hard to digitise those. We did do a demo tape which we thought sounded pretty poor and vowed to go back into the studio again. Events conspired against us and we never got back in so here's the tape in all its glory. ... more

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Track Name: Shellfish
She sells seashells by the sea shore
She lives idly by the sea shore
She will die quietly by the sea shore
She sells seashells by the sea shore


She lives high in a concrete jungle
She dreams and hopes in a tin can basement
She breaks the rules for a taste of freedom
She lives high in a concrete jungle


We work and cry and try to love one another
We scrape and die and accept the hateful
We have the power but we ignore one another
we are the questions and we are the answers

to die for your country on a religious wasteland
to fight ideology and turn to hatred
to stop and think just for one moment
to dream and wake and to hold hope high

Hold Hope High

work and fight and try to love one another
We scrape and die and accept the hateful
We have the power but we ignore one another
we are the questions and we are the answers
Track Name: Perfection
Stand together they can't compete the boss will have to die
break their chains disarm their bombs and end their reign of lies
smash they system that's uncaring and turns us into tools
meat for the fodder lamb for the slaughter
brain dead mules

Stand together they can't compete the boss will have to die
break their chains disarm their bombs and end their reign of lies
smash they system that's uncaring and turns us into tools
meat for the fodder lamb for the slaughter
brain dead mules

Do they realise what they're doing to the earth
fucking it up, they're fucking it up
Do they realise what they're doing to life
fucking it up, fucking it up
Do they reaalise what they're doing to us
they're fucking us up, fucking us up
Do we realise what we are doing to them
Propping them up, we're propping them up

It's not the same for them it's just a game
Refuse to play, refuse to play
Life for money it's not a fair exchange
Refuse to play, refuse to play
Watch out son he's gonna beat him first
Refuse to play, refuse to play
You'll be next to satisfy their thirst
Refuse to play, refuse to play

Stand together they can't compete the boss will have to die
break their chains disarm their bombs and end their reign of lies
smash they system that is uncaring and turns us into tools
meat for the fodder lamb to the slaughter
brain dead mules
Track Name: Big Long Song
Watching the screen and the way it reflects
the people the actions but in whose interest
the bricks and the stones and the anger and the tears
hope for solution try and interfere
The right the left what does it mean
who's right, who's wrong have we not seen
the types of life brought on by others
the choice is ripe but the taste is sour
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's so easy

There's fighting in the east, west, north and south
trouble everywhere what's it all about
People, the people beneath we're the same
the colours are different but so is the game
superior beings a superior myth
serious means to create a general rift
The cards are safe but the reasons are few
too many gamblers too many things to do
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's so easy

Just to listen and learn would be a good thing
to help rewrite what we try to sing
the few have too much far too many have too few
if we rewrite it all, what's next to do
the lyrics are bright and the melodys sweet
the turns are right and the tunes complete
the money head is on the bus for the dead cool rebel whose got the looks
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's so easy
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's so easy

Sell you soul for socialism
sell your soul for anarchism
sell your soul for capitalism
Join from apart with realism
Sell your soul for cynicism
Open up to idealism
There's money made from all this hate
Should it stop should it start is it all too late
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's so easy

Heavy is the song
but these words go on
Heavy all along
but these words belong
Heavy are the sentiments
or so you say
Heavy are the happenings
or so we say

The fools, the rules who rules the roost
who makes the peace when the fighting boosts

The fools, the rules who rules the roost
who makes the peace when the fighting boosts
it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's so easy