Don't Piss On Me, I'm Already Dead

by Crywank

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1.
The memories that bond us are not always found in fondness and sometimes when we reminisce, it's the nuisance that we miss. Well look at me now, I am a dullard. Not much to say, not much to ask. Much time has passed and I'm doing the same, staying indoors playing video games. I'm on a website, I'm watching TV. Dystopian sci-fi live life through a screen. I am numb to the point of no return. I work for this life style with what I earn. One meal a day, one cup of coffee One pack of biscuits, one pouch of bacci. One drink after work, one bag of weed, Two choccy B's, rent, bills, repeat. It sad to think of what I prioritize when I list what I consume to try and stay alive, When I list the fruits of my labour, when labour is most of my life. Sit and dwell, deconstruct teenage hippy dreams... and now you dream of wearing a suit to work? you suck!
2.
Many moons of moping over changes I won't make My motor mouth runs from fear of making more mistakes Implicate myself through false guilt and voice breaks Jilted speech, inspecting feet, waiting for an answer you are but me sway silently staring into space, safe place, headspace hardly, cerebral argie-bargie contemplating harder than when you're sat alone at a party maybe not, come happen these knots Many tangents gallop, maggot dragon dripping in smegma Fragments of stagnant talent, the advent of forgetting passion pageant queen come happen a magnet, drift baggage find only a planet of absence Abscess on your gadget or garment More substance in silence Remind me not to write again
3.
Waking panic soon drifts out, I inhale the teapots Spout My shit impending doom, impending blaze dazed and con- Fused Into my seat retreat, from fears and procrastinate Bubbling up inside, find a way to calm my Mind Is set on dark, roll and blaze, make me happy staring straight Dazed for days. I return to sober states, just to face my comeuppance All my failures in abundance Lazy oaf lazily blames a substance Asif my pain makes this my reluctant indulgence I am full of shit is my first utterance
4.
Floundering attempts at making some sort of sense Striving for significance - In a universe that will not give a shit The myth of Sisyphus Authenticity is important, but I'm not sure who I am anymore I'm at the point now where I'm also doubting who I was before The arbitrary nature of thought leaves me alone and paranoid Synonyms for a void Nobody belongs, time brings invalidation. Find selfish solace in mutual trepidation The absurd condition of human existence - a struggle to embrace I do not get the point that I am supposed to miss The passive submission or preferred resistance - just give me breathing space The meaning I used to find - overanalyzed, displaced. Dispense your goals and actions into something trivial Pick apart pointless projects, my brain sings with vitriol I don't reflect, I destroy with thinking The examined life is not worth living Look at my sad life in detail and you'll see it is a comedy Sometimes I wish I was a goat
5.
Love 02:11
When we first met we always wanted to have sex but now we just watch DVD boxsets wasting time together, so that we're not alone. When I say I love you I really mean "Don't leave me" As long as you stay I don't care if you believe me Let's deal with this companionship just to make things easy Don't really know you Only what you've shown me Just let me own you And you can own me This is nothing more than a love affair with ourselves Stick around for the sake of my mental health We can pretend like we're happy, pretend like it's good and other can envy our boundless love we will laugh because we tricked them we will laugh because we suck endorphins are fading the rush has died down and convenience and loneliness keeps both of us around we will turn off our brains when the other makes a sound World sees us as a pair I don't really care but you're my status So I will keep you there We'd run away for someone more attractive in our lives but in the meantime we'll decorate each others sides Love is fucking stupid and I hate you
6.
You can call me a coward and you'd be correct oh my neck is safely off the line now I'm keeping my mouth shut until this is over Why bother speaking my mind? You can call me a liar and that would be true though I do disagree, I don't challenge you I am docile and lazy, I show no respect You can call me a coward and you'd be correct Does the blank stare scare you more than the frown? Am I the reason you feel down? Distant but rational, bringer of rage to get to a level where I will engage I am a tentacle, incapacitated obstacle I am obsolete and apathetic, thoughtlessly apologetic Watch my actions, or lack thereof Negate the person, I said I was. You could call me a Phony and I would agree Oh I see the many versions of me that I perform Moulded to suit I know the real me just convolutes You see who I am and that's scares me You see who I am and that's scary
7.
Destined to stay awake too long to contemplate where I've gone wrong I try to formulate a song to make some good out of bad The words I write they seem contrived, ashamed to share my cheesy lines I scrunch the scrap a waste of time, a waste of thoughts in my head the sets of songs that I forgot where all about my writers block and all that's left to express is i've not got much to express Self obsessed and hypercritical Self abasing when over analytical Self-righteous but apolitical I express myself and little else I waste the day, I waste the evening, combing through words try to find meaning It's just self-involved struggles with feelings, where do I go from that? Each line written is lazy and boisterous, hard not to see my endeavours as pointless Approach a project frustrated and joyless, get surprised when it's bad but there is a truth that I've been evading, I mostly make things so you think I'm creative I'm so shallow you see, that I have to build up a sense of identity Self obsessed and hypercritical Self abasing when over analytical Self-righteous but apolitical I express myself and little else
8.
Hate 02:26
All my time spent chasing distractions Please don't leave me alone with my thoughts Desperate for human interactions deflect the pain of life the pain of loss I get wistful and tearful when I stop in my tracks I get angry and ashamed when I remember who I am My lonely behaviour undignified I get scared of the nothing when I look inside The world seems too vicious when I think of conditions Incapable of inhibitions Myself included with grounded expectations What use is reason when we lose it with our patience Oh my rarer find, I don't like where my thoughts go where there's just me on my mind Oh my troubled cure, I've also thought of the feeling of choking on your own sick before
9.
You make me feel like what I do is important The pressure of a compliment I am humbled and bemused Ill fitting in these shoes You choose what you choose. Let's all take a step back now and focus on the luck that comes with praise a turn of phrase that changed your life you misconstrued the very line and that's fine There's more beauty in what is usually ignored I must be boring if I'm bored
10.
Self(ish) 02:30
Your partner is a lawn gnome Who lives online, and I know I'm quite inclined to stay home Call the outside an arsehole You barter well but polychrome light shines on my face The outdoors is grey You'll find I'm resigned, a shameful display "Hey Kid, get a life" I do at times But from me you know you'll get no adventure It's safe to say... I'm selfish in my pursuits all I work for constitutes as forced pats on the back and acknowledging that I can't fight the fact That I think I won't get any better Can't defend someone who never learns their lessons and in my condescending point of view, I blame you Thoughtless statements now too late to retract Now eat your humble pie off of the floor with your hands behind your back
11.
Baby wrote a song but baby brought no bread Baby needs drugs, baby got to be fed Baby cry now. baby stays in bed Baby don't talk back, soft baby head Baby self-absorbed, it's a guilt trip to know me. Baby thinks most think baby is a joke crybaby as they're laughing at me Maybe baby hopes one day baby grows and maybe baby can be more than baby thinks baby can be.
12.
I remember nineteen, saying this is the point where you stop. The journey the destination, not expanded epilogue. Vocal manifestos, come fingertip convictions. Introduce my future self, a living contradiction. Oh no... I'm falling down a hole Now I'm Jar Jar Binks, I don't give a fucking shit! Split myself into three parts with a pay to play mechanic. Now I'm a punk band from the sticks, anticapitalist Big break! Big tour sponsored by energy drinks. Oh no... I'm falling down a hole Now I'm writing songs for the sake of it This ones for all you disenfranchised kids

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'Don't Piss On Me, I'm Already Dead' is Crywank's fourth album and their first studio album.

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released July 20, 2016

James Clayton: Vocals, Guitar, Other...
Dan Watson: Percussion, Drums, Backing Vocals, Other...
Tom Connolly: Bass, Backing Vocals, Guitar (track 5), Other...

Recorded and Produced by Joe Clayton
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Artwork by Dan Watson & James Clayton. Design by Sulaiman Butt

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Crywank are a UK based anti-folk band. They formed in Manchester. James is from Barnsley, Dan is from Darwen. They mostly write sad songs and have been told they are the worst named band in the country.

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