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1.
Interlocutor 02:41
It’s all small talk, it’s all small talk Nothing changes unless it’s inside latch onto the real a harbinger’s haggard call To destroy the destroyer He’s churning incessantly still How you, the deplorable, rear your ugly heads Ignoring the end An omnipresent erasure of a faction of slaves By the no-nonsense no-face of capital Come to be stuck like pigs & I’m struck by the salt in the air And the warmth of the humming tune I don’t recognise your face anymore I can’t picture your face from ashore I guess I’m laughing I guess I’m just laughing at it all No more searching for meaning in nothing There’s no meaning at all Two ravens are perched outside the bar One cries out in a blood curdling screech Pestilence grinning from underneath it’s beak Now it just stares at me, and I wade Past function fallacy and purpose suck back a cigarette while listening to the nonsense of the no-body do nothing Who falls into line, and wanders at night wondering why Truth is a hue from waste And I’m petrified to see the future graced And I decided not And I decided not And I decided
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Jockies 02:46
A gaggle of lounge lizards peer over ominously You are the spectacle; once over for deformities Reach inside until a handful of secrets destroys you Or at least opens up a wound Colicky men dispossessed from blood sport wielding jutting leers just desperate to unfurl To controvert their state of waste To feel something more, something worthwhile and whole “isn’t it grand to watch the jockies fumble Running in circles round the mud oval HA!” He remarks as he watches them fall I won’t be bothered by there being no future at all I grow tired of the songbird who looms overhead In the cherry tree outside my rented flat Whispering sweet nothings of impending calamity I am happy undying in the grips of wanting Perceived control unabashedly removing its hands from the wheel as if to let you in on the secret Ignorant or indignant the effect is such the same It’s the one that maims then heals It’s the one that heals then maims “isn’t it grand to watch the jockies fumble Running in circles round the mud oval HA!” He remarks as he watches them fall I won’t be bothered by there being no future at all

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released March 24, 2020

thanks to all my friends who listened to me gab on about writing songs and for letting me send them constant demos.

Mastered by Nik Kozub

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