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I Did A Thing
03:04
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Gender is fluid and everything’s offensive
Religion is stupid and everything’s offensive
Money is putrid and everything’s offensive
Women are defensive and living is expensive
Sex is a distraction and everything is futile
War is a passion and everything is futile
Politics is factions and everything is futile
Love can be brutal murder is useful
Oh come on all ye faithful, everything is piecemeal
We’ll dictate what’s distasteful so everything is piecemeal
Life will be fatal but everything is piecemeal
Progress is blood meal in the fine print on peace deals
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Dear Jurisprudence
01:21
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I had a dream that I was on The Jury for the trial of…
The guy who decided that shells could be lucre, for commodities and a slave trade future
And ready was I to cast a vote that would secure a rope around the throat
of this selfish, myopic capitalist with his abacus and Judas kiss
And then I woke to the reality
of what a worker’s lot must be
rise to meet the day’s demands
of what it means to disengage your brain and earn your living with your hands
Then a post-work sleep, perchance to dream and once again the courtroom scene
Only this time everyone incensed but the overpaid suit for his defence
A lynch mob formed in the gallery incited by Val and Rosemary
Venom with purpose and no misgivings they were done with hurting themselves for a living
Gavel down and get him prepped for just deserts
A gallows proudly built upon blue collared shirts
A last meal served of worker sweat and humble pie
And then the alarm wakes me for my rinse-repeat life, never questioning why
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Ten-Hut!
02:40
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Coulda picked up a ratchet
Coulda stacked shelves on night shifts
Coulda been a mechanic
Coulda worked on the fork lifts
Coulda tried flippin burgers
Pushed a trolley like a porter
Pushed a mower round the neighbourhood
Now I’m just doing what a patriot oughta
I’m just an empowered minion, fodder for the cause
I’ll serve the orders I’m given and never ask what for
Deep as the stars in a tattoo, national pride’s my clique
I’m just a primate with a stick
Builder or a Sparky
Warehouse dispatcher
Who needs school or time on tools
Now mummy must be proud of her little bomb catcher
I’m just an empowered minion a token on a board
I’ll serve the orders I’m given and never ask what for
Deep as the stars in a tattoo, national pride’s my clique
I’m just a monkey with a stick
I’m just an empowered minion grist for someone’s mill
I’ll serve the orders I’m given kill kill kill kill kill
Deep as the stars in a tattoo, just a flag draped slob
I’m just a blockhead with a job
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Hate Will Own You
01:59
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I spent a very long time wishing you were dead, but hate can own you
I wanted to cut away your skin with an arsenic ice-pick, but hate can own you
I wanted to fuck your life like you once fucked mine, but hate can own you
I’m with John I agree anger is an energy, but hate can own
Because you’re not worth the hypotension
I’ve got a life that wants me sound
Just knowing that you will die alone in knots
suits us both down to the ground
I wish activated kids in Antifa well but take care because hate can own you
I hope the hi-vis vests on the Parisian rues know that hate can own you
To the throng fighting wrong on the streets of Hong Kong be careful, hate can own you
I’m with John I agree anger is an energy, but hate can own
It can fester and manifest as something infectious I have learned
but if you’ll feel better off throwing that Molotov then just careful not to get burned
Because you’re not worth the hypotension
I’ve got a life that wants me sound
Just knowing that you will die alone in knots
suits us both down to the ground
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Goodies and Baddies
01:35
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I could take away from you for sure, that wouldn’t make me feel good.
A short term high maybe but in the long run I’d be where I am
I could take you down a peg, I could dress you down in public.
That could expose me to some surreptitious group disdain.
The sun will come out tomorrow for the lovers and the haters just the same.
I can justify the pain I cause by saying I’m in pain
I can justify my rank a rank I’ve struggled to retain
coercion is a form of management combined with nepotism
can build a nest and help protect a useless brute like me
The sun will come out tomorrow for the goodies and the baddies just the same.
Subordination equals death Education maketh Education maketh
Today lose that blue collar Education maketh Education maketh
No one needs to be a serf Education maketh Education maketh
No one is above you and no one is beneath you
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6. |
You Get To Be 50
02:13
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Did the abstinence
Did the boycott
Did the contrary
Did the big fuck you
Courted anarchy or at least I said I did.
Marched and moshed and coloured my hair and carried it like it meant things.
I’m not carrying my child’s corpse over the shelled remains of the Syrian border
Any complaints I have are grievances with a system I voluntarily joined and benefited from, like we all do, until it bored me, broke me or cost me something.
Now, keeping my neck from a noose, that’s the “new punk”.
You’re 50 as a punishment for having been 24
Fluctuations in work ethic and ethics in general.
My crippling mistrust and a cynicism that I wear like a medal but depend on like a crutch is a punishment for having pursued dreams
I find no source of joy in the belief that you are nothing, nothing; just like me
The straight jacket is a one-size-fits-all garment for a reason, and I’m sure you know the reason
Now I’ve got two sets or clothes, one for work and one for a period of time between shifts called “life”
Sure we didn’t start the fire we just stoked it while we worked to afford the extinguishers that we now use to rest our feet on while we surrender to the sedation of the Netflix
Keeping my neck from a noose, that’s the “nu-punk”
No wonder Gen X tried fucking itself to death
No wonder Gen X tried fucking itself to death
No wonder Gen X tried fucking itself to death
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7. |
Everything Is Fine
02:30
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Take out the highs, take out the lows and see how it goes.
Enjoy the maze while you guinea-pig yourself
So at least on the surface you won’t appear nervous
A chink in the armour now everything’s drama.
It doesn’t take long for all the cracks to all join up.
Let’s point the fingers
What an age what a perfect time to be alive and wanting download your application
What a life what an era you can breathe that fresh corona dogs can share it with their owners and we can argue over onus.
Everything’s a trigger
What a day such perfect weather for a loxalated picnic, be sure to bring your script shit
What a joy what a fresh perspective thanks to serotonin and the uptake I’m controlling with a white pill every morning
They keep my script on file
They keep my script on file
They keep my script on file
Escitalopram is my life
Escitalopram is my life
Escitalopram is my life
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In the antechamber of a kings house, like some brownstone stoopers sharing bagged bottles
we take turns as one another’s confidant and nurse as best we can the inflictions from those
I daren’t compare my wounds to yours because it’s not their depth that gives them validity or your grievances cogency
besides, it’s not the wrongs but the wronged and you don’t deserve it, you’ll never deserve it
Start painting bullseyes on the head of every narcissist
This architecture, these perfect structures they might serve to protect us but they’ll never redeem us
It’s facades and render and it might fool the tourists but you and I know better, this time
You paint a pretty graphic picture of what it means to warrant such detest
And having not the tribulation of such circumstance I can only wish you the best -leaving me depressed
So in the antechamber of a kings house, like some brownstone stoopers sharing bagged bottles
I explain it’s not the wrongs but the wronged and you don’t deserve it, you’ll never deserve it
Start painting bullseyes on the head of every narcissist
Kristy my wish for you is death via lifelong unhappiness
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E-Racing
01:59
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This is an astronomic explosion this some pond scum doing well
This is the quest for more, the spring of awe, the emergence from the shell
This is a system built on basic need this is the enough to go around
This is largest living things destroyed but tiny things abound
This is a monkey standing upright learning to grip a knife and fork
This is cigarettes and suffragettes and jesters holding court
Here is the church and here is the steeple
Open the doors and here’s the mentally feeble
who’s race to extinction is enjoying a head start
This is protest songs making millionaires this is those millions buying arms
This is a general state of stress borne deaths over how to do less harm
We’re centre stage for our own implosion, Lying face down in the wishing well
We’ve prayed to gods and connected dots and bought in to the buy and sell (sell, sell, sell?)
Ignorance is a slaughterhouse bliss
the special race to cease and desist
I’m not sure that this is a bad thing
If I can’t have it you can’t either
lets fuck the air and then all take a breather
it’s a race to extinction and I know the short cut
Ignorance is a slaughterhouse bliss the special race to cease and desist
I’m not sure that we don’t deserve the worst, for all our firsts, all our unquenchable thirsts
It’s race to extinction and I know a short cut
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10. |
Worth
01:14
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The day they take him away, no one will say what needs to be said
Toe tags are fit for description there’s no room for allegoric inscriptions
Brass plaques in grassed parks, see how they dull like the memory of the ashes beneath
So it’s down to somebody, giving a truthful eulogy to say
He never lived long enough to deserve her
But he lived long enough
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12. |
Worth
03:03
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13. |
E-Racing
03:57
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14. |
Ten Hut
02:24
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15. |
Goodies and Baddies
02:27
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16. |
UGET2B50
05:17
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17. |
Hate Will Own You
02:26
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18. |
Everything Is Fine
03:17
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19. |
Dear Jurisprudence
01:24
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20. |
I Did a Thing
02:25
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LITTER Sydney, Australia
Originally formed in 2014 for a period of 1 month of shows, reformed with a new line-up and new album in 2022. This unique punk band is the brainchild of Matt Downey (Cousin Betty/Death Mattel). The new album is a two-sided exploration of cross genres, an effort to see if content is universal or exclusive to a particular tribe. ... more
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