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Mad Spanner
03:25
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I feel the anxiety
When your eyes are staring at me
Adrenaline I feel
outer body, sweat, ethereal
welcome to the show
where delusions all I know
Bemusement in the moment!
From the chaos down bel ow!
Mad Spanner!
I leaned over the bridge
In the quiet of night
Suicidal not able to fight what was keeping me down.
I'm not wasting more time
Conduit of expression
Passions awakened to feed all I can to feel fully alive!
Alive! Alive!!
Go!!
Tickling of my funny bone
Amuses me
The tickling of the funny bone
stole the grief I held tight for so long
existential meandering
wasted time, a crime I won't repeat again.
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Epiphanot
02:21
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Lost in this daydream, staring blankly at the wall
The pen has gotten nowhere, thoughts are looping even more
Minutes turn to hours these ideas I can't commit
and all I have to show for it....a piece of
Shimmering expectations, artistic masturbation
Getting much further from the point.
longing procrastination, artistic constipation
scattershot calligraphy.
Looking for illumination, joke without a decent punchline,
doodling genitalia.
Tumultuous expressionism, polysyllabic words I'm reaching
sesquipedalianism!
Lost in this daydream, staring blankly at the wall
The pen has gotten nowhere and my thoughts are looping evermore
minutes turn to hours as I suffer writers block
And all I have to show for it...Epiphanot!
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Batty Off The Chain
03:26
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Here we go again, the hermit leaves his Cave
finally outside, inability to behave
The ordinary here, conventional over there
beware! Its batty, batty of the chain
Awkward smile intimidates the greeting
filtered not, the offense caused an afterthought
Licking foreheads and he wonders
why they call him antisocial
(But this party needs a clown
Everyone loves a character)
here we go again...its batty off the chain
Causing chaos in Wrexham so lets make some noise, will to entertain.
losing track of this mania no thought to explain, batty off the chain.
We've been kicked out some places
But the night is still young
Never wanted to live forever
Never felt like we belong
To this parasite society we live in
casualty of decency, he fell in trouble
licking foreheads and he wonders
why they call him antisocial
(But this party needs a clown
Everyone loves a character)
here we go again, batty off the chain
Causing chaos in Wrexham so lets make some noise, (will to entertain).
losing track of this mania no thought to explain, (batty off the chain).
here we go again...
The jack goes back in the box
No need for contrarians here....the pressure
....to conform!
(Self Doubt!)
(Decay!)
(Consume!)
(Obey!)
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4. |
99% Effective
01:27
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Post-coitus has me
satisfied, elated like
nothing can ever go wrong
But hubris can only take you so far
so here I sing this song
She leans in for a cwtch but now
I've found my condoms split
My following advice to all you is all of you here
- Stay calm. Don't panic and yell
"Where's the cum?!"
99% effective
Condom efficacy taken for granted
Racing heart and shallow breathing
I took precautions, this contraception!
spiraling paternal fears
never wanted this for many more years
Screaming shouting yelling toddlers,
ball and chain of responsibility
"Wheres the cum!?"
She took me to the willow tree
held my hand and then said to me
She went to the doctors and took the pill
...said it was 99% effective.
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It's easy to predict the end, you see
Wishing for the end of days with glee
Seething anger at systems illusion
What happens after revolution?
Abolish all, tear it down, kill the cunts, fuck the crown
Anarchy is roaming free, lawlessness is all we need
Order we reject, what fucking happens next?
I would sell my nan to see 'V For Vendetta 2'
When the governments are overthrown
And we'e entering the blank unknown
Ghoulish aftermath we're engineering
but that's not as fun as hearing:
Abolish all, Tear it down, kill the cunts, fuck the crown
Anarchy is roaming free, lawlessness is all we need
Once we start the fire, there's no turning prior.
I would sell my nan to see 'V For Vendetta 2'
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Landmine On A Frisbee
03:01
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The purge! The purge! The purge is among us!
The Purge! The purge! The purge is among us!
One Day a year allowed to kill our fellow man
Wealthy hide behind their fucking shelter
Poor ones poised to kill each other off, hooray!
Preppers have been planning every day of year
Makeshift weapons are crafted with love and care
Violent thrills run rampant through the streets, hooray!
But I, a pacifist, will not partake
doesn't mean I don't love to watch and spectate
Dilapidated Chippy, this hillside bench
here I sit let the games begin...
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the 9th annual purge!
Left side, are you ready!
Right side are you ready?
"GO!!!"
Landmine on a frisbee
This game really isn't what it used to be
Wealthy are sleeping soundly
while a 'lawless darkness' engulfs the rest
Bizarre creation thrown from afar
the melee bellow never stood a chance
Landmine on a frisbee
you know this game isn't what it used to be.
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Bullshit!
00:47
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Bullshit sirens going off!
Your lies are fuckin' multiplying!
We've seen you slip and lose control!
Now we watch you dig a deeper hole!
Bullshit! Fabrications too much fun
Bullshit! but you're not fooling anyone
Bullshit! You're lost in the lies you've spun
Bullshit! Now your sweating like prince Andrew!
Bullshit! Fabrications too much fun
Bullshit! Your not fooling anyone.
Bullshit! lost in the lies you've spun
Bullshit! Why do you do this to yourself?
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Uni Fucked Me well and truly
Uni Fucked Me well and truly
It's ok
not to know
what to do in life
Don't go blindly
into Uni
following the will of others expectations
It's a trap!
Student debt
Thriving industry
So don't be
that surprised
to find that there's no jobs on the other side!
There's no need
to rush in
to your own future
With higher
education
and especially the humanities
No!
It's not worth
crippling debt
Bachelor of arts
No offense
to "Artistes"
who never bucked the trend to do it thier own way.
Imagine all the time and resources, climbing up this career ladder
Only find all this time that the ladders been on the wrong wall
Such a waste of time and - such a waste of work facing
broken promises, fuck-all housing -
Parents kitchen floor reset
Only to work as a barista for Starbucks
Tax dodging cunts!
Uni Fucked Me well and truly.
You
have the time to
find yourself on your fucking own
Don't listen to
others dictating what you have to do
You have time to find your own way
You
have the time to
find yourself on your fucking own
Don't listen to
others dictating what you have to do
Myself included.
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9. |
Prison Of Convenience
01:34
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Lets fucking go
to the place
withdrawing to the digital embrace
like rats in a maze
not listening, conditioning our new fixation
Blind
we're so blind
as we're following or wallowing and hollowing our inner self
swallowing our fill in hell
all within in our prison cell
Technophobic? Where do I begin?
Convenience!
Convenience!
Prison of Convenience!
Incarcerated in convenience!
Convenience!
Prison of Convenience
Delegated to...
A prison by your own admission, ignoring terms & conditions
You. It's made for you.
Algorithms, tracking data, gorging first and thinking later
You. It's made for you
Like Pavlovs dogs we salivate, confabulate our validation
You. It's made for you.
No privacy herein, worlds smallest violin
Convenience!
Convenience!
Prison of Convenience!
Incarcerated in convenience!
Convenience
Prison Of Convenience
Is it progress or decay?
It's all for you
It's all for you
It's all for you
It's all for you
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There is but one truly serious philosophical problem
...and that is suicide.
Judging whether life is or is not worth living
....amounts to the fundamental question of philosophy
Man stands face to face with the irrational.
He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason.
The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need for meaning
and the unreasonable silence of the world.
From the moment absurdity is recognized,
it becomes a passion, the most harrowing of all.
But whether or not one can live with one's passions,
whether or not one can accept their law,
which is to burn the heart they simultaneously exalt -
that is the whole question
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11. |
Pt 2. One Must Imagine
04:44
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Tearing off the mask
unshackling my 'burden' of personality
to find out who I really am
still lost, still searching, still wanting
A meaning of life to cling to
now redundant in the vacuum of space and time
I've become incongruent with all I know
in this dilemma of existence.
No!
Some of us become hedonists
Some lose all their fire
Some will choose sweet ignorance,
All of us have our own hill to climb
Go round and round in circles
back to reasons edge
Some deify what crushes them -
A leap of faith - double down on a lie
or deliverance through suicide.
The only philosophical question is
What keeps us from killing ourselves?
We persevere on...
We all have our own hill to climb
Just take it one day at a time
One must imagine Sysiphus happy
Some of us become hedonists
Some lose all their fire.
Some will choose sweet ignorance,
All of us have our own hill to climb
Go round and round in circles
back to reasons edge
Some deify what crushes them -
A leap of faith double down on a lie
or deliverance through suicide
but that's not for me..
Not religion..
Not nihilism..
Just brace for this ride
of life absurd.
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Pt 3. Sisyphus Happy
07:47
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The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly roll a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor. He is as much through his passions as through his torture. His scorn of the gods, his hatred of death and his passion for life won him that unspeakable penalty - in which the whole being is exerted toward accomplishing nothing. This is the price that must be paid for the passions of this earth.
As for this myth...
...One sees merely the whole effort of a body straining to raise the huge stone, to roll it, and push it up a slope a hundred times over. One sees the face screwed up, the cheek tight against the stone, the shoulder bracing the clay-covered mass. At the very end of his long effort measured by skyless space and time without depth, the purpose is achieved. Then Sisyphus watches the stone rush down in a few moments toward that lower world whence he will have to push it up again & again toward the summit. He goes back down to the plain.
It is during that return, that pause, that Sisyphus interests me. I see that man going back down with a heavy yet measured step toward the torment, of which he will never know the end. If this myth is tragic, that is because its hero is conscious. Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition. The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
If the descent is thus sometimes performed in sorrow, it can also take place in joy. When the images of earth cling too tightly to memory, when the call of happiness becomes too insistent, melancholy arises in man's heart: this is the rock's victory. This is the rock itself. The boundless grief is too heavy to bear, but crushing truths perish from being acknowledged. Œdipus at the outset obeys fate without knowing it, but from the moment he knows, his tragedy begins.
Yet at the same moment, blind and desperate, he realizes that the only bond linking him to the world is the cool hand of another. Then a tremendous remark rings out: "Despite so many ordeals, the nobility of my soul make me conclude that all is well.". "That statement echoes in the wild and limited universe of man. It teaches that all has not been exhausted. It drives out of this world a god who had come into it with dissatisfaction and a preference for futile suffering. It makes of fate a human matter, which must be settled among men.
All Sisyphus' silent joy is contained therein. His fate belongs to him. His rock, [his] thing. In the universe suddenly restored to its silence, the myriad wondering little voices of the earth rise up. There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night. He knows himself to be the master of his days. At that subtle moment when man glances backward over his life, he contemplates that series of actions which become his fate, created by himself . Convinced of the wholly human origin of all that is human, The rock is still rolling.
And so I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
Changing of seasons, the crisp autumn leaves,
barefoot on the grass, floating face up in the sea
Walking the dog, sharing the memes,
life is my own accepting all that will be
Celebrate with friends, those closest to me,
all that I love, all I understand
Art in all forms, inspiration, sing songs,
extending the helping hand
Changing of seasons, the crisp autumn leaves,
floating face up in the sea
Walking the dog, sharing the memes,
life is my own accepting all that will be
Celebrate with friends, those closest to me,
all that I love, all I understand
Art in all forms, inspiration, playing gigs,
extending the helping hand
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
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