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music making
a type of soul searching
but there's nothing to find
beyond the daily grind
microphone i sing into
has a use value
but the only thing i see
is a commodity
pure products of philharmonic clouds
go crazy
now i can't make sense of any more than two words at once
i can't distinguish between a country and a home
if i need to go to bed i'll lay down on my back anywhere
all i see is material with no meaning
i rip the flesh off my arm but feel nothing
maybe if i fall 'x' amount of feel i'll feel something
better than nothing
better than corporate zen
leap
a year ago all i could think about was jumping off a bridge
leap
catch a train to bristol jump off the clifton suspension bridge
leap
i went ahead with it it was so easy
leap
but luckily before i could reach the ground existence caught me
william carlos williams - the pure products go crazy
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2. |
The Means of Stagnation
05:36
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we worked hard for this country cottage
now owning milkmaids is being abolished
this morning for the first time I made my own porridge
I think I read in The Telegraph
that private property is basic math
us landowners must unite and seize the means of stagnation
the economy is all we got now baby
the economy is all we need
we'll occupy our nearest council estate
pretend we're the best of mates coz that's why we're neighbours
are you a rich neighbour?
yes I am
then we gotta get together and dance
clap your hands to the neighbours beat
looks like you're having a good time out there
well I'm not
but that's okay because I got money and shit
thanks
really grateful for the love and support
feeling suicidal but on stage but I appreciate it
anyway I've gotta get back to this narrative now
(could you pass me the creme brulee)
we've gentrified housing benefit
spent the surplus on etiquette
put a sign outside every house saying Canis Canem Edit (probably pronounced this incorrectly)
we've got a proletarian of our own
I skimmed poor Barry to the bone
he dances like the devil when I hit him with the kettle
green tea tastes better with blood
in our post-prandial proceedings we play hopscotch with a glass of scotch
every time we get to 10 we take a few Xanax then for for a nap it's bedtime
RIP Lil Peep
I'm serious about that one (very in fact)
where I'm going I don't know
but I'm a rich rockstar
the economy will be fine
if we pretend until the end of time
the economy will save us all
NEIGHBOURS GOT EACH OTHER ETC
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Dear Mr. Pope
04:39
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dear mr. pope
it's been a while since I last confessed
can you distil my incontinence?
I hope you get this letter so I die
die a little later
dear mr. pope
I hate to probe but in the book of job
how can faith still persist when we lose everything we own?
at least I need a shower
to wash away the hours
an excuse to stand up straight
Job managed to stay skinny by praying off the pounds
whereas I could eat a leg of lamb fit for an amputee
and still be hungry
dear mr. pope
if I take off my clothes through poetry and prose
will you pleasure me where it hurts the most?
I hope you get this letter so I die
die a little later
dear mr. pope
I am writing this letter to you in virgin blood
sealed with a Judas kiss
you can operate my bones
violate my home
decorate me with stones
at least I'll look pretty then
I am going home
where there is no hope
destroy me now
I submit
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4. |
Fluoxetine & Espresso
03:59
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I woke up at 4pm this morning
swallowed a fluoextine with an espresso
or as the Portuguese call it 'um bica' (sic)
had a couple of Crunchy Nut Clusters hand picked from the bag located inside the box
so much plastic waste
just so I don't have to cook
I'm 24
not a kid no more
it would be a very pleasant notion indeed to go on a holiday outside my head
stop thinking about being dead
cmon stop it
I remember when I first bought these fading blue Gazelles
it was if I just won Who Wants to Be a Millionaire
I'd love to meet Chris Tarrant as well just putting that out there
my stomach hurts as always
so I'm gonna try a few blueberries
rinsing out pesticides just so I don't have to cook
I'm 24
not a kid no more
it would be a very pleasant notion indeed to lift my spine off of this springy bed
stop thinking about being dead
cmon stop it
beauty warps and fades (I suspect)
'this is dirty money, our 6 players today are...'
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Goodbye (Part 1)
04:12
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did i decide to hurt inside
or is it formication
can i decide to take my life
or is that against the nation
on a weekday afternoon i lie
down in bed stomach hurts from school
they try to teach me about kings and queens
they don't know what being broke really means
i'm gossamer
ponder over playground patter
sister says i'll be alright
look back and laugh when i'm older
i wonder if i really could
be the man i'm told i should
brush the vomit out my teeth
cry again maybe go to sleep
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Goodbye (Part 2)
04:27
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7. |
Supermarket Love
06:26
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immediately when you arrive at the supermarket
the automatic doors at the entrance tell you that there's something special about this place
there's no need to bother using your hands because some mysterious force always opens the door for you
maybe it's the force of god? who knows
but the doors open every time without fail
whatever this force is, it's a consistent bastard, that's for sure
mummy and me used to go to the supermarket
where vegetables grow in green baskets
we'd make works of art from the soup tins
sing to the hymns blasting the aisles from the supermarket radio
maybe tonight i will eat some frozen broccoli
and serve it with nothing but ketchup
these deadly made up sounding chemicals make me feel more alive
than love ever could
very smart people write books about capitalism
and i agree it's probably bad
sometime in '99 mummy and me went to the supermarket
and i've not been as happy since
maybe tonight i will eat ten bags of prawn cocktail crisps
and hate myself after
i'll make myself feel sick if that's what it takes to recapture your
supermarket love
take me back
i'll always be a boy
take me
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Britain for the British
02:43
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way to go my friend
i'm singing again for nothing
it's britain for the british
doner kebab
my heart hurts so much
my hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi
gwlad beirdd a chantorion enwogion o fri
i'm just standing
spent a churchill on cleaning products i'll never use
it's britain for the british
everything's diminshed
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Life's Not Fair
04:17
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Black & White TV
04:04
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My song is alone
not seeking answers
just entertainment
that'll do for now
My song dreams of New York City
a place he'll only see
through the lens of a black and white tv
My song is unipolar
waiting for a new colour
worried this is all there'll ever be
he's convinced that being happy is an unjust reality
I sit here drinking 3/4s
in a chic bar in Stockholm
what's the difference being pissed here and pissed home
stop trying to be found
stop pretending its profound
it all amounts to a small tube of texas bbq pringles
30% salt
My song is make believe
too tired to achieve
My song clings onto the dreams of youth
and the jokes he used to make
they were funny then
they're not funny now
I will never ever let you die
(by my side)
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i wonder if the ancient greeks had the same questions as us
let's pretend they thought the sun was god
the age old question is: why do terrible things happen to good people?
or if the sun is so great why have i got this horrible burn on my thigh?
i dunno why
i'm suffering for fun it's alright
i have some friends and some loose ends that won't see the light
but my flesh is in the fire so fuck tonight i'm gonna be alright
we're dragging the sun back to eath
put it up in your room like a disco ball
and we'll party all night 'till our black turns from water to wine
when did we first as a human race go outside
there's so many pretty faces so do i look inside
feeling the fear but can't do it anyway
i confess my sins to the greasy satay trap i got from the run down takeaway
I'm breaking out of kayfabe
i'm not afraid to love the world
the toxic masculinity
and the buzzfeed socialism
but tomorrow morning life is gonna be the same again
another drag
another piece of shit
goddamn i hate myself
but you gotta love neoliberalism
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Anthony Pinetree Cardiff, UK
I wrote this album when I was 5
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