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The choice between attack or to apologize
I find contrived white lies so no more anger will arise
This harmony isn't mutual but maybe I am condescending
allowing qualms that cause alarm to all remain unmentioned
I try and calm you down I just coax you into smoking
so you can share my numbness and assume I'm only joking
when I sass you with a smile, I see you didn't notice
the quiver in my voice, the fact my bow is broken
I had a nosebleed when I woke up then I didn't go to work
I find my problems are all first world but still I'm feeling hurt
well seasoned perspective it makes me hate myself
I can complain of my sadness but I have more than someone else
Am I just a spoiled brat who taught themselves how to cry,
who's so preconditioned now all their emotions are a lie?
I close my eyes and look inside, no surprise I find nothing
It's people who shape each other and people are disgusting
'At least' isn't helping.
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I will often hold the doubt that I'm the bad one
accused of playing a victim of your love
I can call this home but it isn't where my heart is
Do I paint you as a demon out of shit and blood?
You know I am trying hard, you act like this is effortless.
You know it's hard when you call your limbs the things we mutually bought
I find emotive scales exciting and frightening
all my emotive scales contract viruses of thought
I have chosen this lonely freedom
let's hope it works out for the both of us
I'm a sorry sap forever stunted ox, confirmed
your flabbergasted film speech, find the words that hurt
you tell me I was born broken, that I don't know how to love
you know I think I do agree, and that's why I've had enough
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Orange binge come carriages sky high
ask why! No whinge. Carriage kite fly by.
Can't bite? try! lozenge and quince.
Jelly hair wash with my head in the sink
lemon on my toe, aloe vera in my drink
raspy berry lisps heavy
wispy hair forget me
dance with a new cherry
a very cleverly constructed fuck up
still spill from the sippy cup
free will for shitty nugs
can't relate to bugs
they excel, live well
their bodies are a superfood
that's rude, carnivore come through
can or can't, will or won't do
oh I'm an old woman
find me a shoe to live inside
be a bad wife
laces untied, sipping on wine
brandy is fine
feeling divine
more shit to dine
more bits to try
so I left you to fuck a hole I dug in the earth
all covered in muck and dirt, to be happier
oh but unhappy her, if she saw me performing
the ground warms like a warning
the worms they be absolving with what once was revolving
and so I left you to gyrate on a mound a mole left behind
as they left their life
and I contemplate on the ground as a push myself down
what I rub against me used to be your house
So I bathe myself in a bath of scum, I found it fun
covering clean in the sticky obscene
awake from a dream
did a nightmare just turn you on?
It's hard not to feel wrong
It's hard not to feel wronged.
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Woodchuck
02:33
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How much wood could I chuck if I gave a flying fuck about chucking bits of wood?
I wonder if I would, or would I just do the same and say it's what I do when I don't do it everyday?
Just take the process as my name and now I feel ashamed
When I say it's what I am I am lying to your face!
I'd like to say I'm what I love but if I loved chucking wood, I don't think that I would chuck enough.
Oh if Peter Piper picks a peck of pickled peppers, does Peter pick them forever?
and does the pepper picking really define our Peter Piper?
Now would I still be a Woodchuck if like Peter I picked peppers but I chucked wood when I could
and should I give a flying fuck if you see a pepper picker or you see a woodchuck?
It'd be nice to be defined by what we love but I don't think that we think that we're good enough
We're all imposters who've been riding on luck, posturing until the day that we're eventually shown up
Pray tell the shadows of what we project to be affixed to us
A pessimistic pest exists amidst us
Face fears they find out your fakery
I think you are where you deserve to be
When definition wields weight over you
Know rational people feel like they're faking it too
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Who Am I???1
00:56
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Who am I? Do my genetics decide? Am I a predetermined piece of shit, or is that just what transpired?
Well I'm bolstered by the transience of identity.
Don't tell me who I am.
I am nothing and so are you,
and that's good it's like when I speak of I, I speak of you.
It's hard not to when you're just a character within other peoples lives.
Who am I?
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Sometimes I'm scared that I'll offend half of my friends
The other half consider me easily offended
Don't even speak up as much as I'd like on things we consider wrong or right
I dream of long unfiltered nights filled with babbling rambling babbling rambling
critically I can see why what was said was worse than worst thought
personally I do not think we are as bad as we thought
Identity is not infallible, we are not defined by our worst moments
We've all done things we're not proud of, lived through things we would not have chosen
each of us is judgemental and fake,
and sticky and sweaty and smelly
and each of us is plagued by horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible thoughts
by horrible horrible horrible horrible horrible thoughts nearly every day
I'm not saying that we're the same
just that we're the same in many ways
much less than six degrees of separation
we all woke this same day
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Colm Hindsight
00:30
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Dwell on what's said
So much that could be misread
What's implied by the well-wisher who says it's all in your head?
Am I a failure or am I presumptuous?
We fail in response to assumptions.
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Sometimes I'm the moralist
Sometimes I'm the apologist
Sometimes I just can't resist
Egg on my face. Egg on my face
Is this here what I believe
Or how I want to be perceived
My politics may seem naive
because they're better than me
and so I think of the anarchist who knows just what to say but their actions give way to different things
and objectivist, a difficult tryst, a good way I think to hate yourself more everyday
People their actions concede so often to be against their own beliefs
yeah I wish, I wish I was pure, a perfect example but I will always be the hypocrite
I be not worthy to hold a candle
Holden Caulfield is so cool LOL
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In my notebook I find a line about insalubrious past times
a word I've never said before in my life
Can I define myself with words I fail to use?
Surely there's more that I can convey if I choose to use the works I actually say
Thoughtless people perfect the art, of trying to come across as smart
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Google have been tracing my footsteps, mining my movement for data
they own my wealth of information
I let them I ticked a box so now I'm a Guy Fawkes mask on a soapbox feeling highly unorthodox
But see I see centrifugal politics , OC says he's a centrist
I can't resist, politics is a fart in the wind
slap my thigh call me messy sweaty petty silly sausage
psychedelic Bolsheviks gets brought up
and again we get caught up, forget the point
roll another joint, "I'm sure it'll hit me when the weed does"
Was it Bernays, Bayer, how I think I'm a soothsayer
but simply lost in a forest of fine toothcombs
come roaming-cum-rambling
bumping into many others
often on drugs, free hugs, roll dilated eyes and then discuss
when ideology feels like gambling I'm a mug
can't commit to nothing really but I think that's what they'd want
we agree smoke weed and then we move on
we where only there for the parts we heard ourselves say anyway
Don't be evil
ooglie-booglie-googlie-booglie
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Chomsky-Honk
01:04
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The focus must be on the opposition of sides
rather than the discontent that has us unified
manufacturing consent
manufacturing dissent
a subculture will do me fine
gift-wrap the enemies for us to fight
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Goku Is Cool
01:41
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Ripened eyes, I'm fuelled by fear of being disliked
question why? I should not care I know most of the time
Harmony, I think it has been deceiving me.
Question why I would want others to be please by me.
I can stand up but baby bird beats
Into my chest, pulse in my feet
I can recite, stand and deliver
did you notice the quivering finger?
I wanna be, wanna be the guy
I'm an OP getting it right
how's it reflect, make me seem nice?
hypocrite poser, white knight
and I think a consciousness of how I'm perceived
is causing inactivity
wrestle with doubt and inauthenticity
how can anything guiltless ever come from me?
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My body is a temple built by followers who think their god is a joke
A shrine to poor design
Planned obsolescence as a punchline
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Look away from reality as long as I can
Now I pray for ignorance
Keep decay on a backburner
Force me bliss period
Oh shitty me, pity us
for the nothing that I have done
What I have poorly maintained
I am now too scared to face
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Eat Hors'dourves with my boy Frankie
Make up genres with Louise
Dream of jobs as music journos
rewrite their new press release
act like heroes of the scene
you still booked Anti-nowhere league
Old men write songs bashing queers
they'll still get booked the next ten years
Oh joy oh glee
bet they have fun
can't wait to see them at rebellion
Aesthetics of the radical
translated with yr mouthful
til it becomes illegible
lets make sure it's sellable
Billy loves the working class
I bet that makes his housemaid laugh
takes us for a bunch of patsys
lets pat his back 'cos he hates Nazis
the shape of punk to come
six figure sum
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I'm just jealous I'm just mad
but can you really queer Kerrang!?
I'm sure I'd say different if I was fan but I'm not.
Don't want to be bitter I want to be better
But that word I seem to repeat forever
Do I want to be nice or do I want to be clever?
**you're neither**
Well I see the same stories all unfold
hypercritical hypocrite I'm often told, and I know
This green little monster should be happy for their friends
but I disagree with how we measure success
I know if you speak up people feel attacked
criticisms you give they'll want to give right back
I know the trouble is not worse the fuss
a critique of punk from someone not punk enough
And now the scene seems imaginary
based on print based pageantry
a movement reduced to aesthetic
the scenes still rooted in ethics
You can use what terms you like but it's implied the point you missed it
Sure use it as your name but it sure isn't descriptive
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Like a flip flop feminists relationship with Barbie
Hardly the unsung perfectionist, perhaps white supremacist
or Is this over analysis of plastic?
a fanatic franticly forge five thousand words
on the relevance a d development of marketing to girls
and the harshness of the world, against all odds she worked 130 jobs
but still thrilled mostly by the presence of heartthrobs
unaffected by patriarchy or recessions, but soon it must be questioned
does the doll face only represent what first is projected
grammar and spellcheck, half these points make no sense
the deadlines days away and their conclusions a conflicted mess
so how did molded plastic become so problematic
where negi readings are dramatic but posis over-romantic
and maybe Barbie would rather be a gnarly dirty harpy
tattoos drawn on with sharpie, kissing girls at a party
a figure once seen as pristine whilst preserved in a box
most barbies end up naked and limbless with their hair shaved off
perhaps it should be mentioned that Barbie would be sectioned
having weigh-ins everyday for what others call perfection
you can say she's just a doll so what does their size really mean
60s slumber party Barbie still read books saying don't eat
perhaps an ever-changing icon reflecting female progress
perhaps a shallow feminism focused on individual success
and now we are over the word count
got to edit down whats written with no conclusion found out
tangled and confused and now scared of being misread
wishing they'd done GI Joe male violence and conscription instead
exhausting approaches Barbies subtext seems absent
a one dimensional character with endless multifacets
time is nearly up they must be pragmatic
conclusion: the most human thing about Barbie is the fact she's problematic
after quick and heavy editing
self-fladulation for a cop-out ending
in time they hand their essay in
they forgot their referencing
You have failed you degree
£27,000 down the drain
ask youself was it worthit
what did you learn about barbie
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Fuck You Dan
00:44
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As hope seems to be fading my friends they turn to magic
Hopeless is my life-force, I bask in all that is tragic
no spell can save me now for I do not want to be saved
I manifest my enemies, will I manifest an early grave?
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Fuck You James
03:10
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It's the public and permanent nature that I so often forget
no thought before I express
to share with more than I know the recesses of my head
or the drama I tempt
I know I act on impulse now and all I say then forms perceived identity in the terms of what you see most of me and this I can not undo.
Fuck me entropy
Shit that lines my mind for all I did not think that I should hide
To voids I now confide these bad impressions amplified
A sad truth, when I'm alone I turn straight to you to reinforce refractions of what we all do
I need something to distract me when there's no one around and you can always keep scrolling down.
When did I accept this as a constant?
I guess this is not the platform for oversharers who choose to stay indoors who do not think before
perhaps it's best to choose to be ignored
Now an unsure self-saboteur
the life outside my mind is just a game
so lets see the many ways I can squirm
And then there's those who see the fool I make but they choose not to speak
thee scale I chose for every misstep to bury deep
Well I guess this is just the futures vision
a new feature of the human condition
a callous realm to share suppositions
project yourself to learn your position
opt out to be met with suspicion
privacy is no longer tradition
nancy drew starts her inquisition
must find your definition
I am good and bad
and I am bad at that
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Pr8y Boi
01:40
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Feeling like a bird in a cage
"Who's a pretty boy? Who's a Pretty Boy?"
Left with only myself to reflect on
Myself to enjoy
Myself to destroy
Ask the mirror to stop reflecting back
but I am a bird I can not speak, can only repeat
"Who's a pretty boy? Who's a pretty boy?"
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Roll-on Deoderant
01:55
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Well I'm your roll on deodorant honey
put me under your arm
I'm not stingy like a jellyfish so I won't do you no harm
Well I'm your roll on deodorant baby
I'm specialist goo
you can buy me from a superstore and roll me all over you
Well I'm your roll on deodorant hubby
I'm like a small bald man
I'm an antiperspirant that does not come in a can
Well I'm your roll on deodorant darling
and I smell artificial
I'm a dangerous nuclear weapon, I'm a super fragrant missile
I spent 3 weeks in a factory and 4 days on a shelf
and now I'm on your dresser for the foreseeable future
Well I'm your roll on deodorant sexy
silky fine to the touch
soft and squishy like a teddy bear or a reservoir of pus
Well I'm your roll on deodorant poo poo
kestrel for a knave
I'm a never-ending worm squiggling through a rave
I spent 3 days in a factory and 4 weeks on a shelf
and now I'm on your dresser for the foreseeable future
Well I'm your roll on deodorant pal
and I'm all inclusive
I've got full control of your mind but I promise I won't abuse it
Yeah I got you a present, can you guess it? it's me!
I'm roll on deodorant and I'm gonna roll all over your body
?????? Factory
???????Shelf
??????????????? Foreseeable future
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I did not know what it would do
I hid a lizard inside your room
I came in at night and I snuck it in your sock draw
It had buggy little eyes and funny little claws
When I woke up in the morning I heard a big scream
Did you find the lizard or was it a scary dream?
There was a rumbling in your sock draw as you where waking up
and you said "lizards and socks they should never lay together"
but the lizard said "this is forever"#
oh lizard you fool how could a sock ever love you back?
"I feel it" said the lizard "and that's that"
Well what else could I say?
the lizard and the sock they got married that same day
when the ceremony started we erupted with laughter
but the lizard and sock they lived happily ever after
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Crywank Manchester, UK
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We toured with June from two steps on the water in Australia and where really blown away by her voice and presence. Since then we've both been obsessed with this album. It's very special.
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