1. |
Karaoke
02:31
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Karaoke seemed like a viable diffuser,
But in the end it just enraged him further
Now Steph screams through smashed up teeth
Every word he still remembers
The stuff sees us through the worst of it,
At our worst we’re still prodigious
There’s love cut into every line
You can see it in the gormless expressions
I really think this is the best of us
All at our most impressive
So let it soak down deep
And inform every decision
It hits hardest in the queue for the club,
And I’m aggressively chatting to no one
Steph seems pleased with his brand new look
Admiring the damage in some girl’s phone
Before giving it back he plants a bloody kiss on said girl’s cheek
I guess as way of a thank you
I find the whole thing pretty unsavoury
But no one seems to mind
The death rattle compliments
The four to the floor
And four more wouldn’t hurt,
Until it does, the death rattle compliments.
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2. |
Sameness Without End
03:54
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He’s burnt black from the beds and back again
This time with a renewed sense of cruelty
I’ve got a feeling that tonight will go horribly
But maybe that’s just all we need
Stacked bodies to pad out a story
He’s made a name for himself,
What with the business outside of the car hire
They came back with more than just dings and scratches
So I think he’ll add a little prestige
To the evening's proceedings
Give me a fraction, boy...
Let’s try for something massive
Yeah, something truly biblical
A red hot mess to announce what’s next
And david’s still yearning, for something more wholesome
More in line with his own brand of ecstasy
But why stop when it’s going so excellently?
For once display some common sense,
Don’t get bogged down in the mulch of morality
Gotta think about this whole thing globally
Sameness without end
We never did comprehend just how long that would truly feel
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3. |
White Worm
03:23
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David’s still in it,
Working from beyond the grave man
I’m just filling his shoes until such a time
I can get back on my feet
I can feel it coming
I can feel it in my bones
David’s away on business, but I can still sort you something
Just a smidgen more, but still ticks all of the boxes
First it feels like a dud, then it digs in its nails
I think you can tell by the sales, man,
We’re making numbers like you wouldn’t believe
We’re on the upswing
And there’s some rumours,
That I wanna expel
David’s dead and gone
I don’t want you sketching out so close to the end
First it feels like a dud,
Then it digs in its claws
Like i said before man we’re making money like you wouldn’t believe
I think we’re on the upswing
Why’re you waving?
What’s so wrong?
Where’s David?
Where are the drugs gone?
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4. |
Slow Cinema
01:48
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Slow cinema
Careerist chops make for critical flops, and it’s over
Slow cinema
So much substance, but where’s the style, man?
I want some flair on the frontline
You had three or four fingers in your mouth,
Clawing around at the cracks
Making the most of the weekend
In that moment you looked just like a baby
Wide eyed and terrified
I couldn’t help but laugh
Slow cinema
I can’t tell if it’s the coke you want or the heart attack
Either way you still cover that
Slow cinema
It’s not who you know, it’s what you owe
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5. |
Trance State
03:10
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I cried all night but I don’t remember why,
And now I’m glowing, growing between the cracks in your body
Steph’s not much for company but he’s still got some cash
I think we should make the most of that
It’s not the intention,
It’s the way that you say it,
It’s not the intention,
It’s the way you move
Hoffman huffing,
Wayneing hard on whatever,
Doesn’t seem so clever
When it bites you back
Feelings were frayed in the Loft,
So I got surreal in the toilets
Some bag I found on the floor, man
Bright white, squeaky clean,
A Christmas miracle, now everyone wants to be my friend again
I’m more than happy...
Hoffman huffing,
Wayneing hard on whatever
Doesn’t seem so clever
When it bites you back
Tissues and sinews,
Mop it up man,
Got to unlearn what you’ve done
Trance state
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6. |
Big Wheel
02:28
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The city’s awash with apathy,
I just want to see someone do something happily
Because they want to not because they’ve got to
And I’m not angry at the powers that be,
I’m angry at the kids and their inability
To make a little noise, make some uninformed decisions
I’ve got the character that they all need, so let them feel inspired
I got bored ‘cause I didn’t have a crowd, but just give it time,
And when did I stop believing I could be a sexual being?
When did I stop believing?
I’m still part of that communal stupor,
Making time for me and my computer
But you’ve got to stay relevant,
Yeah, it’s all you really can do
I can tell from the knowing looks
The way they still all message me asking for drugs
I’m an influential figure,
It just hasn’t sunk in yet
I’ve got the character that they all need, so let them feel inspired
I got bored ‘cause I didn’t have a crowd, but just give it time,
and when did I stop believing I could be a sexual being?
When did I stop believing?
The kids are so safe it’s hurts
Nightlife is over, so sell what you can and take the rest
We can hold out here, ‘till someone engineers a new reason
To go out and make a nuisance of ourselves
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7. |
Brain Food
03:12
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James bites a bit off and proceeds to fall in love, 100 times over
It hits hard like heads on a dashboard and now I’m alone
I can hear the rain through my skull
But I can’t seem to feel it; it feels pretty good
Now I’m clawing through crowded rooms,
Humming so hard it hurts
That’s brainfood
The girl with the glasses asked if I could get a bit
I couldn’t but that didn’t stop me saying I could
She made the question sound so monumentous
So to keep the momentum I called a friend who died last year
Disconnected but no less convincing,
That hung around for days
That’s brainfood
I wouldn’t call it a comedown (I’ve never done drugs but I think about it)
More like jet lag (I’ve never been far but I’ve thought about it)
I lost a few hours, but mainly I’m just happy to be here
It plays to memories of better times
Regular suppliers and regular buyers
Because now you’ve got to grind to get a bit
And the lethargy runs deep
There’s no way I’m leaving to come back in, again.
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8. |
Tiny Head
02:55
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And Stephan, your head’s just a petri dish
I can see everything squirming inside, it’s got nowhere to hide
It all seems pretty unpleasant
I think you might be just what we need, so come with me
I’ve seen the way you prowl around,
Looking for something that doesn’t exist
So hear me out, I think we can provide a little structure
To an otherwise lowly life, how about it?
Tiny head
Did you really have to go so far Steph?
I admire the moxie, but someone has to clear that up
So lay low, for at least a little while
You’re not exactly a hard man to spot, on account of...
Tiny head
Heaven is an easy exit,
Hell is an empty house
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9. |
Piggish Man
01:53
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Yeah i’m a piggish man, but I don’t think you understand
Precisely all the things I do for you
Or at what cost it comes to my social stability
Have some humility man
Where’s the gratitude? A pat on the back
A cracked head. Come on, whatever
Look at the mess I made for you
Pulp stuck between knuckles and I'm starting to think...
The gore counts for nothing
When it’s funding bad business
And that's precisely what ruined this
Bad business comes back around
Don't act so coy when it’s holds you down
So I ascend the drudgery every other night
Or more if money allows it
Another trudge through primordial slop
Just to fumble my keys into the door
I think it’s happening again
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10. |
Building The Brand
01:13
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There’s scope for building the brand
The whole community knows it’s a front for something sinister,
But that doesn’t seem to matter,
When every bar’s the same it’s hard to complain
About a little culture, in whatever form it chooses to take
I think I took too much..
There’s scope for building the brand
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11. |
Heads Go Soft
02:28
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Heads go soft when they’re kicked in
Steph find comfort in the sound and the feeling
And the things he hides in his mouth
Just to spit back out again, for 10 or less
Or just another sordid segue into someone’s house
It doesn’t seem all that friendly, but what does?
Big Twenty’s closed for good
Which didn’t seem so bad on the face of it
But now every weekend blurs into one big mass
I don’t seem to able to break from it
Jess wakes up to a key before work
Which makes me feel a little bit queasy
But who am I to judge?
When I was the one who made the purchase in the first place
I haven’t got a leg to stand on
Nor do I deserve one
The bile that builds up
Is never enough to see you sick the way you sick
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12. |
Cosmic Slop
02:45
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Steph sits with his hands in his pants and recounts
Every time the good outweighs the harm
I don’t bite because A) he’s my dealer, and B) I know that he’s right
‘Cause society doesn’t care for the common man
So what’s left for him to do?
Stiff lip, big sniff
Yeah, monetise the misery
‘Cause empathy’s the enemy
Of a sustainable success
Something’s up in the cosmic slop
I think it’s time we made that clear
The nights get bigger every time we attempt one
So does the space they leave behind
Born snapped, and perfectly fine with that
James settles in for more of the same
It’s ridiculous shit like this
That gave us a bad name in the first place
We used to be an infallible institution
Now it’s just an off brand imitation
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13. |
Sticks At The Sides
03:10
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I wake up to pangs of shame
It’s red hot, but I can’t put my finger on why exactly
but It’s a weekly occurrence since we all got back together
There’s only so much my phone can tell me
So I make the executive decision to stub it out with more of the same
I’ve said yes to at least three different social events tonight,
Ranging from pretty pleasant to downright horrible
The latter doesn’t seem so attractive in the light
So I sit tight for most of the day, soaking up everything my living room has to offer me.
By the time 6 o’clock comes around I’m pretty fired up and make a bee line to Steph’s.
En route It occurs to me exactly what happened to get me so riled up this morning
So I sprint the rest of the way to keep it at bay.
It sticks at the sides but I’m mostly together by the time I get there.
Someone new answers the door and I nod solemnly
They change too quickly to bother with pleasantries so I slip through without saying a thing.
I haven’t said a word all day in fact, and the concept suddenly fills me with dread
So I clear my throat and rasp a hello to no one.
Steph’s tiny head pokes round a door, and he looks elated.
His tan cracks around the creases and it’s pretty clear he’s already started on supplies.
No surprises and I gladly pick up where I left off.
Later on, somewhere between the car and the cashpoint
James turns to me and recites his weekly mantra:
“At what point do I stop?”
“I’m nearly 30 and I’ve been flirting with the same clubs and bedroom floors
Week in, week out since I was old enough to know what was bad for me
But what if that’s as good as it gets?
A sweaty exchange with a stranger in a darkened room.
An awkward kiss between sniffs in a toilet cubicle
It sounds sad on paper but right now it feels pretty viceral, don’t you think?”
I suggest it just be the chemicals and not something worth hanging onto.
I steer the conversation somewhere safe and we’re back on track.
The night has no right to be as good as it is
But before I know it, it’s 4 and some scumbag is huffing nos from a binbag
I take that as my cue to leave.
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14. |
Community Spirit
03:18
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There’s a certain brand of sadness
Reserved for everyone old enough to know
And it’s hard to maintain,
A living-for-the-weekend lifestyle,
When you only work 2 days a week. It’s pretty bleak
The fights either side of the clubnight, They’re excellent
But they’re little more than scraps now the Movement’s gone
Come on, where’s the community?
I want gangs and factions and mobilised forces
Not kids on high horses,
I want Big Twenty to mean something again
What’s wrong with a little nostalgia?
The reward with the risk, the daily frisks
Yeah the contact felt incredible
Where’s the business acumen?
The guts to give the people what they actually need?
It’s pretty bleak
His head burst just like a balloon,
Congealed to black,
Spread either-side of his eyeballs
And melted into the tarmac
I smiled so fucking hard man
The first time in forever
Now those things you said man,
They don’t seem so clever.
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Other Half Norwich, UK
Play it like you mean it.
BSM xo
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