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Sisyphus Happy

by MAD SPANNER

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1.
Mad Spanner 03:25
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
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!
3.
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!)
4.
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.
5.
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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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
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?
8.
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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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
10.
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
11.
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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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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released October 1, 2023

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Frantic, bizarre and utterly wild. Introducing Mad Spanner! Always seeking to put the absurd onstage, dedicated to delivering an intense tornado of a show with energy and passion unparalleled!

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