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Violence
03:11
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Can’t see the forest for the trees
Can’t see the dead for all the disease
and there is nothing to do
but lie down and cry
and I just want to be held — ooh
Violence
Violence is coming.
Violence.
Gonna swing that hammer down on you
and I don’t know what to do.
Can’t see the rot for all the flies
and you can’t see the fire for the smoke in your eyes
Can’t see the mosts for all the leasts
Can’t see abuse for all of the priests
Can’t see the pikes for all the heads
And you can’t make an omelette without cracking some eggs
Can’t see the fight for all the fists
and you can’t see the neck for all of the twists
Can’t see the brow for all of the creases
and I can’t read the news without falling to pieces
Cos it’s just more of the same — uh-oh!
Violence.
Violence is coming.
Violence.
Gonna swing that hammer down on you
and I don’t know what to do.
Then there’s a knock at the door — uh-oh!
Violence.
Violence is coming for you.
Violence.
Violence with a capital V.
It’s a cut-throat catastrophe!
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Rita
03:12
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Just a little bit in love
that’s about all I can handle
I’m not holding a torch
I’m just holding a candle
And it’s true
I believe in you
With your head on my chest
and my hand around your breast
Oh Rita!
Just a little bit in love
that’s about all I can manage
cos I’m looking for a lover
whose goods are just as damaged
It’s a victory
You’re right next to me
And the shadows of my life
are moving toward your light
Toward Rita!
And you told me to say your name
right before I came
Oh Rita!
Just a little bit in love
cos Cupid’s an archer
and your name is on my eyelids
written in permanent marker
Just a little bit in love
and I’m trying to hold it in
but I’m counting down the hours
til we’re lying naked in bed again
Cos it’s true
I’m right next to you
I don’t have to fight
That all the cliches were right
Oh Rita!
Nothing beats ya!
I celebrate at last
with champagne in a glass
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3. |
I See You
03:36
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I am plastic floating in the sea
I am the death in custody
I am the clap that brought you to your knees
The humming of a million wires
I see you
I see you
If you’re gonna get upset over nothing
I’ll give you something to cry about
I am the cock, the soul, the internet
I am good fortune for the fortunate
I am the religion of the dollar
Medula Oblongata
I am the size of all that’s wrong
I’m full of confidence and cum
The breaking down of all the bonds
The votes are in and look who won
I am the mouth of prejudice
In the pulpit of indifference
I am the downward spiral
I am hatred going viral
I am the jawbone of indifference
I am the leftovers of innocence
I am the cruelty that comes naturally
Like taking candy from a baby
I am the criminal who wrote the law
I am condescension to the poor
I am transgenerational trauma
And Russians sweating in a sauna
I see you
I see you
If you’re gonna get upset over nothing
I’ll give you something to cry about
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4. |
Nothing Else Matters
05:37
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Took a gun
shot the air
made a hole
in the world
out of it
crawled a man
wet as night
singular
with a voice
dry as leaves
told you so
idiot
“nothing else nothing else nothing else matters”
and the sound
in your ear
inserted
like a knife
scrapes your conscience
crystal clear
what a rush
tell your friends
that nothing else nothing else nothing else matters
took a gun
shot the world
made a widow
of the air
and her tears
like a knife
cut wet with
the cream of life
and at the crest
of my soul
a foaming hole
of rock’n’roll
and nothing else nothing else nothing else matters
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5. |
I'm Pulling The Weeds
02:14
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I’m pulling the weeds.
Life is ugly, ruthless;
beautiful, generous;
unconquerable, unrelenting;
and we never stood a chance.
I’m pulling the weeds,
sniffing the air like an animal,
hiding like a coward in the long grass.
I am in a state of becoming.
I’m pulling the weeds
and thinking about career trajectories.
My hip flexor is out of whack,
I got six stitches and a fungal infection,
over the hill and completely underwhelming.
I’m pulling the weeds
while in the deepest part of the ocean
a claw tightens its grip
and pinches a life off at the neck;
while in a safeway carpark
a plastic bag pushed by the wind
whispers something unspeakable.
I’m pulling the weeds
and the future’s too dark to see
but Love is still a triumph
and that’s the face of God, more or less.
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6. |
Only The Beginning
03:27
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And I want what I want and I want
nothing else
but it was only the beginning
and I watch all the light in the world
coalesce
cos it was only the beginning
And if you’re thinking that you got nothing left
to give
and all the hands reach out for more
“what do you want what do you want what do you want?”
well it was only the beginning
I wanted to give it up
you know I’ll never be enough
I wanted to give it up
start again
And I want what I want and I want
nothing else
And it took what it took and it took
all I had
but it was only the beginning
I wanted to give it up
you know I’ll never be enough
I wanted to give it up
start again
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7. |
Too Dark To See
03:52
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Revenge porn and animal cruelty
the cruelty of animals has me reeling
What’s the algorithm for indifference?
Slacktivism and a lack of persistence?
And if the world is endless potential
then we got a total lack of control
And I had hope for a little while
and it was easy to imagine
but the future’s too dark to see
Attenborough taught me bout the cordycep
…ruthless
But I guess Life will always find a way, hey?
and we never stood a chance
And I had hope for a little while
and it was easy to imagine
but the future’s too dark to see
Cos all through history
how many people did my people have to kill
just so I could netflix and chill?
Is this some kind of joke?
I don’t wanna know.
And I had hope for a little while
and it was easy to imagine
but the future’s too dark to see
And I am praying for a universe
full of light and compassion
but the future’s too dark to see
And maybe an AI brain
will load a soul into the mainframe
but the future’s too dark to see
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It’s not enough, I’m not enough, and I will never be enough
I was purposeless, waiting in line at the express with ten items or less.
Am I at a loss? Am I a loser? Have I got fewer or have I got none? I mumbled a prayer at the checkout before I cut it and run.
I am not bitter, cos I don’t even care. Why should I care?
I’m a seafood extender. I’m at the edge of an existential bender. I don’t know who I am.
The Uber driver told me that hope is not a strategy, well neither is apathy so I didn’t leave a tip.
Then I fell through a hole in the air where all I could hear were the superfluities of my wordless insecurities
and the squeaking of blood in my ears
whispering
‘but what if but what if but what if but what if but what if but what if but’
and panic feels like a snake coiled in your gut
and I hold onto hope for the day when all my thoughts run clear like water from a tap
running clear running clear running clear running clear running clear running clear
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9. |
Musical Object I
03:54
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This is a musical object. After recording It’s Personal I stopped wanting to write personally. I’d plumbed the depths of my emotional world and I’d had enough. And just like the friend who’s always complaining about something, I was bored shitless of myself. I wanted a new approach to making music that didn’t include the expression of internal turmoil. I was all turmoiled out.
I stopped listening to pop. It was too emotional. I wanted ambience. Kate and Tom bought me the music for Erik Satie’s Gymnopedies and Gnossiennes. I got a lot out of these. It made music an object, something that could be done because it sounded nice and filled a space, like a nice coffee table or a lamp or a pair of pants. This object is the musical equivalent of a nice pair of pants. Made to measure.
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