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Million Dead

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Genres: post-hardcore, hardcore, rock, punk, emo

Biography

Million Dead were a London-based punk band that formed back in late 2000 through out of work associations, mutual friends and in the case of vocalist Frank Turner and drummer Ben Dawson from their previous band Kneejerk and ended after a farewell UK tour in September 2005.

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Top Songs

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    It's time to celebrate, to come out and play – we've been counting down the days. This weekend we've got a band holiday! We're as sick with expectation as we are with what we're escaping. Lock up the house, load up the car, we've twenty-four hours to spend in a goddamn theme park. We are so grateful for our new state-funded stately pleasure dome. Shock and awe and an over-priced gift-shop – you didn't have fun if you didn't buy the t-shirt. Paying through the nose so you can prick-tease your animal instincts. Art starts to imitate life in the factory; the factory's a prison, so art is seen to atrophy – all our days off in front of the TV instead of a stock screen. We just commute from one end of the conveyor belt to the other. Oh, the kids who would've led the unions in the past now grow up staying silent in darkened cinemas. If every hour that I have spent stuck in a circus was spent learning a language, I'd have so much more to say. And if every penny that I have spent on processed bread was spent on growing my own food, my skin wouldn't look so grey. Work and rest and play safe in the knowledge that this is the only way. The hand that feeds chooses the menu, but I'm a fussy eater. Work rest and decay. One commodity a day will keep subversive daydreams away.
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    Bread and Circuses - (2:32)  -  3,709 plays
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    well you can tell by the way i move my feet that i'm a genuine insurrectionary - it's a kind of nervous shuffle that contrasts so well with bolshevik bravado. and you can tell by the way i raise my hand - not in a fist but for a question. take out your manifestos and then put them away. i implore you to ignore every word i say. and if my status as a figure on a stage implies authority, i hope my caution and my age belies my humility, and will to take my rage and try to turn myself into a one-man landslide. let's kick it off with a leafleting campaign and follow it up with some public meetings, pressing flesh and kissing babies as i smile and promise things are getting better. i am the party, the apparatchik and the grey bureaucracy. i am the secret police, manufacturing a constituency that doesn't answer back. i found these words in my bedroom underneath old magazines. and i found this voice in my record collection - distorting tapes kicked analysis awake. you found this song but you didn't question - swallowed the sleeve but didn't see my tongue inside my cheek. i am the politburo, but i am the velvet revolution, a budapest kick from fifty-six and so: let's all go hand in hand to the local polling station and make our own categories, then vote for ourselves.
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    I Am the Party - (2:56)  -  4,596 plays
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    ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats, put on your thinking caps. now here's a poser for you: you know sexism, the social scourge of the sixties seen as singularly responsible for a plethora of ills? well the reaction, after starting well, has moved from the sublime to the ridiculous through self-defensive actions of the string-vested interests. so please let's dispense with tired fixations with forms of address, and with constant vilification of legitimate sexual attraction, with weak accusations of inverted discrimination, because it's getting old. come on girls, this is weak. come on boys, gird up your loins. and yes, i'm no qualified social theorist, but i've got me a few ideas i picked up while i was trying to be a human being. i'm amazed - no seriously, folks, i'm really fucking awestruck. leafing through so called lifestyle magazines... the beauty industry is just the tip of the goddamn iceberg. the prostitution of dignity for a sense of humour? the smallest blows against ignorance seen as too much? i'm amazed, and you're afraid. you're cowering behind a bravado built on pornography for cowards.
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    Pornography for Cowards - (2:01)  -  3,630 plays
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    on leaving school immersed in philanthropic notions (of a kind these days i find unthinkable) i pulled my frail frame onto my charger and rode off into a sunset with agenda predictable. fresh faced - young dumb and tragically convinced that blind faith could make an infantile normative playground theory on social interaction positive enough to show them all but alas! working the tills put hair on my chest, telesales made me a man. and everything was going to be ok, but the making of the man was the breaking of the back upon the rock of everyday hostility. and i don't mean to seem at all ungrateful, but the air-conditioned life has left me gasping for some real conversation. and just because turing couldn't possibly conceive a machine with this little personality, i'm working shifts in veal-fattening pens, and yet i'm puppy thin because to tell the truth i was hanging on for something more than distant dial tones and a sense of ending. the breaking of the back was the making of the man.
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    Breaking the Back  -  3,889 plays
  5. Margot Kidder - (6:35)  -  2,308 plays
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