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The City Is Hungover
07:46
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the city is hungover
it’s in bed
with a sheets over its head
yeah
see the last thing it remembers is pissing down it’s leg
and
the city is hungover
it’s horny but it’s alone
and it’s head is throbbing
and it can’t find it’s phone
but the city is hungover
and it said it loved you last night
but now, now
maybe things are moving a little bit too fast and its not too sure
but it totally meant it
yeah
it did some things it’d rather not repeat
the city is hungover
the city can be pretty mean
the city is hungover
it can’t make the rent this month
it drinks in spite of itself
it loves it mum
well, the city is hungover
the city wants to be anywhere but here
i can’t say i blame it
the city is hungover
it always makes the same mistakes
and follows the same pattern
it goes from happy to sad to slurring its words to sad to shouting to sad to violent
to happy to violent again, to violent some more and then passes out
yeah
the city is hungover
And uh, the city, can’t handle its drink.
the city is hungover
last night it spoke over everyone on subjects they are experts in, and it had barley
read a headline on; last night the city was smart spelt
s.m.r.t
yeah the city is hungover
and it refuses to grow up despite the fact its friends tell it that maybe just maybe at
35 it should stop getting black drunk and act its age a little bit more
but the city knows better than
and it offset all of its carbohydrates by throwing up in the corner
yeah the city knows best, and its hungover
yeah its knows best, and its always like this
and truth be told, we both know its gonna do it again
its the same, every time.
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All This Art
06:29
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My friends don’t ask me my opinion of Dischord because they’re too busy telling me their
opinion of Dischord, even though I bought 20 years of Dischord the day it came out; my
favourite track is “What Kind Of Monster Are You?” by Slant 6.
And if you are wondering, there is a direct correlation between the levels of Caucasian
testosterone and factual masturbation over a million dollar DIY record label.
I’d like to take a moment to point out there is nothing original about this or any other song
that has been released, ever— that I’m not the first person to project over arpeggiators
and I won’t be the last, although I imagine most other artists don’t feel a need to include a
tabla solo in their music in order to bridge the gap between art and artist. And yes: that is
a thinly veiled, poorly written reference to the racial expectations and divisions along
genre lines, and if you’re in a position to do so, sign me, you racist.
If your bored of hearing about it, I’m bored of thinking about it
All this art, all this art, all this art, all this art
Imitating life, imitating life, imitating life, imitating life.
All this art, all this art, all this art, all this art
Imitating life, imitating life, imitating life, intimidating life.
Stop having fun immediately and think about what you’ve done
My best friend is a white English man, who is as indigenous as he is kind. We spend most
of our time discussing records we love, people we hate and all the things that might kill
us; however, that which doesn’t kill me only makes me weirder at parties, but that’s not
something that worries me anymore, because nobody invites me to parties. Seems as if
my half baked hot takes, like: if there is a heaven it’ll be highly unlikely any of our heroes
are there just because of their back catalogues, is apparently insensitive and a testament
to my alcoholic thinking.
Doesn’t make it wrong.
What does any of it mean? Maybe something, probably nothing.
I don’t like satirical songs about coming over here and sharing culture, because I think
they’re a dated trope and a cheap sell. I didn’t come here with one culture; I was born
here and ostracised by two.
I believe that people care, but this industry has painted itself into the corner of a white
room. So no matter your thoughts on this song, remember: the punchline's me but the
joke's on you.
All this art, all this art, all this art, all this art
Imitating life, imitating life, imitating life, imitating life.
All this art, all this art, all this art, all this art
Imitating life, imitating life, imitating life, intimidating life.
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