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Soft Action

by Other Half

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1.
Like A Dog 00:38
Like a dog hit by a car Steph slopes off, shirtless and sweaty and shamed His pointed prick, between his legs Another dire display of how little we have to offer Like it or not, that's just the business you’re in A bad time to be a bad guy
2.
All your formless aspirations Coked up jollies with the boys But all that misplaced indignation Is still reason to make some noise 666 Evil hands make for happy hands Man we made so much of it Drowned out every sorry, sissy sap Slow clap all the slowest kids Then take everything they have 666 Evil hands make for happy hands So play it like you mean it Or don’t play it at all My balls bulge at the very thought of it The violence en route, the violence back home
3.
Slab Thick 02:57
The man’s slab thick and willfully so Nervous eyeballs lock in the bedroom Taking a handjob in a headlock The things I’d do to feel that held Oh well Another room, another circle of hell Bodies writhe like snakes in the kitchen Cutting conversations with a bread knife In an hour I’ll be just like them and just as well I’m chained to it Whatever it is You’re chained to it too It’s hard to paint an ugly picture When the horror comes so perfectly formed, and it does “Rings true with violent intent” and we’re spent I’m chained to it Whatever it is You’re chained to it too Steph says- I’ve given years To the idea that something will come along and break me out But for now, this is all that we have Enjoy it like the first time and buy a little more time It's hard, to paint an ugly picture when the horror comes so perfectly formed
4.
In My Wires 03:09
I hardly think It's something worth getting down about But whatever it is its unimportant in the here and now So sit up and suck it in It’s everything you ever dreamt it’d be And man, I think I lost my phone again I’d like to say it doesn’t bother me But that’s our ticket to the stars Without it we’re nothing Just floating in between the bars Aching for some ascension I can feel it in my wires So now’s the times to make good On all the evil things we said we’d do Instigate some misdirection Sink to levels we said we’d never go I can feel it in my wires I’m rubbing gums with all the right people God it feels so blissful Trading numbers with some real up-and-comers Some genuine heavy hitters
5.
Metallic words from another grisly vision Hums in my heads like the sound of a spaceship There’s no harm done After David spikes the last remaining pints A sincere gift given in earnest ‘To be honest boys, I think you deserve this’ That much is true. Think we lost the connection Around 3 or 4, I really can’t be sure I slip so quickly, it’s hard to tell Exactly when or where it all goes wrong I get into the wrong car Speaking to the wrong man Still come out with the stuff I came in for There’s no harm done And if anything, we’re all the better for it Spread so thick our pockets our bulging There’s no love lost losing gear in the Leadmill Or so I assume Think we lost the connection Around 3 or 4, I really can’t be sure I slip so quickly, it’s hard to tell Exactly when or where it all goes wrong So do it or don’t It shouldn’t be this hard
6.
(Cut out the lumps, flush the fluid through) I think they’re coming around to the idea That nothing’s ever going to change You’ve got to learn to stay in your lane The sooner that sticks The sooner we can get a fix The sooner that we can leave Man, we’ve got places to be Clawing out my insides The sooner we get fixed Tied up I think its grinding them down Nothing but nubs I don’t think it's worth the concern Besides, we’ve got money to burn Blood hits my brain like a hammer to glass Shards ripping through that slow, dark sludge That builds up and congeals Monday through Friday Sticks at the sides and refuses to budge It's just a holiday, just a little time away
7.
There’s a gulf between the gang End to end it spans the full length of the club Prowling purists and noxious freethinkers Stripping the pleasure away from the art A knot of cheerless students lead the way Engaging in some skittish attempts at coercion Both sides try to field the call But someone’s always pipped to the post Come on, Show a little comity You’re losing the whip Some bleary-eyed, no-necked monolith Spills a drink and suddenly we’re away The weekend’s rifts forgotten in an instant Brothers in arms, and fists and teeth Or at least until some Darcy and his entourage Ask for a joblot to last them for the week Frantic thumbs in wallets and pockets Tripping over bodies to seal the deal Come on, show a little comity You’re losing the whip It’s the same however you frame it It goes around and around and around once you’re privy to what goes on above you It hard to ever go back down
8.
Eyes flit like birds around a bloated body All skittish and florid Scratching at the cracks for scraps of something bigger But Big never comes Days after nights, on such heroic doses Man, you look so ghostly When you snake your head around the door and beg for what's left. Yeah, I’m legitimate with an asterisk Built it up from nothing And some private investments I could hardly say no to Can you knock the hustle? When the hustle is this fucking muscular The crowd they agree A hulking testament to sleaze and debasement All bets are off Steph wakes up with his eyes swollen shut No recollection between the bus stop and the pouding throb But there’s magic in the murk There’s glamour in the mystery Of how two grand just goes missing Its dirty work but someone’s got to do it I for one and proud Of all the strung out loopholes We somehow slipped in through All bets are off
9.
Doom Logo 01:08
The crust punks are putting off the punters The ones who put the money in the tills I know you said you didn’t but its crystal clear you know I know you did He does it properly, Doom logo tattooed on his neck and that I respect But business is business And as it stands, you’ve stolen more drinks than you’ve bought I can hardly let that slide, when you’re using the toilets like an office space Show some respect For your home, your habitat its crumbling into nothing more and more every day Don’t you have anything to say?
10.
Big says: I can see right through Every patch of nice, new skin And where you’ve been I’m not impressed Unwieldy arms and a tiny head I want the best, not what's best for you Or the pigs that you call friends That lumpen fuck with the dented skull? He’s got nothing to show for every rupture, blow or break Who’s got guts? When i say guts, I mean the real stuff Not fall in and fall back out as soon as things get grim Who’s got guts? Big backs A different view of what's to come And what that means for all of you And that awful company you choose to keep It gets worse week on week The consonance is killing me Brooding over computer screens Waiting on some fatal event Something that actually penetrates My fully-furnished existence But i'm still sitting here Every day ends the same It's hard to find the drive to mind Soft Action
11.
Every Future 03:48
Every future Looks exactly the same It always did and it always will I slip so slowly A glacial descent It's hard to find the reasons to give a shit Travelling at that pace I can only see down But down is still a direction You’re still going somewhere There’s nothing you can do about the way that it’s done So knuckle down, knuckle drag Help churn out the muck The slow, sticky slap of Congress with the best of a bad bunch Everything’s harder If you just want it to be Large ideas got no one anywhere At Least not anywhere I’d go It’s my reputation The one that’s on the line At Least I’m consistent, half the time Syrup slow, with nowhere to go
12.
If you don't know by now Then man, you’re a philistine Waiting in line for the next 7 nights Big Twenty believes For the first time in years That its something integral Something truly essential And that’s the reason why It's packed every night And the fights sputter out Before they’ve ever had the time To get outlandish and grisly I don’t think I’ll miss them Now i'm kissing heads and making amends A synthetic ceasefire A good 6 hours of peacetime It’s slow and creeping But it's all-pervading A planetary feeling That I cannot unknot
13.
Ugly Reunion 03:09
An ugly reunion between Everyone who has ever done me wrong And now that David’s gone, it's a fitting gesture The funeral didn’t feel a thing like him I think maybe just to spite him This is the sound of a life lived underbound Splitting at the seams, seeping into the muck underneath The wake feels more authentic The blood up the walls The calls for immediate supplies It's hardly a surprise when Big bursts in To deliver reserves and say a few words Not one of them nice Went direct from the beds to the box, burnt black in both What seemed sinister at the time, now seems cloying at most So I’d like to make a toast to all the backhand decisions self-serving deals and deep, deluded visions Of something that never existed and probably never will But I suppose the further you go man, the more intensely you feel That you’re owed something better for the smidge of effort that you put in And I put in so little, It only takes a fraction to go all in So give me your PIN man, and I’ll get out the cash I know a man, man. independent, no strings attached What Big doesn’t know won't hurt us at all Because when you’re knee deep in it It's really not that far to fall
14.
Ali did good to get out, To disassociate but never fully forget Never enough to feel separated from the struggle Ownership doesn't mean shit She's back more educated than ever she can buy her own drinks now and everything The Front deserves more than she gives it So Grant sniffs - they pass it around and she passes He moves the conversation to nights back at Ruth's Bodies convulsing and cum in the cracks of the sofa Summer clearly lost its appeal, she doesn't buy into nostalgia There's always something bringing us down It's rotten on the inside and I for one am cutting it out Before it spreads below the belt. "If you write the way you talk" There's some guilt in her silent judgments Ali checked out some time ago and she won't look back She passes for better than she had All the while grants been assembling Cause the people aren't bad it's just the systems that kept them

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released December 2, 2022

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