I really need the money :((( | Jude Joseph
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1.
We’ve been trying to keep our eyes focused forward. We’ve been surrounded by distractions in the periphery of our vision. We’ve been trying hard to stand up straight, but our posture is swaying. We don’t know what we’re doing. No. And there’s a reason to surrender. How much easier would it be to just say “fuck you” and throw in the towel. I know that’s not a real option. But the temptation will always be there. How do we recover from this? It won’t end in ruin. Is there a way to resolve this situation? I never expected things to turn so red in such a precious little time And every day we grow older And every year we lose touch Every second we can grasp I’ve never felt finite. It’s a long walk back to West Hobart. I’m suffocating when you’re there, the sense of impending destruction weighing heavily on my lungs. It only gives me peace for a moment, when it gets too thick. What should we do? Will we finally get sick when our immune systems stop fighting? How long can you last with your own blood in your mouth? And every day we grow older Every year we lose our senses Never have we felt as finite as the seconds we can grasp Every day we grow older Someday the pain will be too great It will be. We’ve never felt more finite than these few seconds. We clench.
2.
We’ll be fine this time, we said as we watched the ashes scatter. With our optimistic hearts and cynical hearts, we stopped listening. By 3pm we’d be tackling the peak-hour crowds on the Glen Waverley Line. I’m just trying to bring out the spark that once saw through me It’s hard to define The shit that’s been going on in my head for the past few years It’s like swallowing salt water The fear and fear and constant worry of our lives I think I lost all sense of time as the situation flipped forever in an instant Capitalist conditioning found its way And I never thought this would happen I never thought I’d feel so small I never thought I’d be cornered by their metrics It’s the same thing Sometimes it’s hard not to feel left out All you feel like you’re missing is time The expression burns a hole in the left side of my chest, words can’t describe it, emotions swirling and mingling as they try to escape from the open wound, beneath my bloody hands I try to contain it, take pride in it. If I have to, I’ll put it aside. I’ll stare at pictures of landmarks and imagine myself in a place like Rome. I’ll leave the everyday behind and walk around until I want to go home. But as I wander through the eastern suburbs, the slot machine pub seems to decide my fate, I spend my days just counting the steps I’ve taken in order to stay firmly in place, in the woods. Staring at the photo The towering trees are so majestic and so old They will soon be cut down The land they now stand on will be bought and sold Assuming no one is safe from the future We’ll end up cowering in the cold with nowhere to call. I hope by then we can say we’re no longer independent.
3.
A light shines on someone’s front porch, illuminating a suffocating, starless night, blankly ignoring whatever is happening, Beneath that sky we keep track of time, the drums of war Counting our steps Across the plains of ash We’re moving single file towards destruction I hear the beat of vacationers returning home again, clutching their souvenirs The brilliance of the old life that resounds towards me and I find my memories fragmented, quickly faded and oxidized, corroded into something I don’t even know was sabotaged from the beginning. We recognize that we are treading on stolen land that we know little about, alienated from our essence, that in every sense of the word we are invaders, so let it all fall upon us, every brick and every Stone All the structures we force We’re all alone Like ink on your skin Let’s wash it away Like dirt, like sin Like a sculpture in the sand Let it all fall and try again Let’s try again It’ll be better this time I swear to God If we die The process Why should we care It’s not alive, it’s just existing We’re stuck in a fucking metaphysical prison, and what we can really do is kept at arm’s length. So unload it all now.
4.
It’s like watching hailstones hit a window. It’s a worrying feeling. Seeing the club drop into the orange haze is so far away that nothing seems to be happening. We have these powers. We were victims of the play, albeit under each particular circumstances. So the unwelcome question is always: How far can unity truly spread? The deflated lungs are gasping for air to replenish. They don’t realize there’s a hole. The body continues to do what it was created to do. Continue its natural functions. When someone takes their last breath. , whose presence spills forth, A phantom limb of our structure, dying prematurely with every pulse, It will remain in the grieving others, The thread between us remains unbroken, Through all the bloodshed and chaos. Against the bitter will of the puppet masters We cut the threads and find a purpose other than labor For a peace not induced by sleeping pills Their ill-gotten spoils to fight for more I Our gardens aren’t confined to windowsills, and we’re the only ones who till their soil.
5.
So let it all fall down The walls we built for pennies Sleeping by day and awake at night Tired with no hope of escape Old mate’s face says ‘fraud’ By the way, I get it Words Each and every one of them is so perfectly expressed. A script written by someone who rehearsed this every day just like him. He’s underpaid and all your insecurities are captured by his cold, clinical gaze. We’ll take all we can get He’s the hunter and we’re the prey We’re the sheep and they’re the wolves And we’ll feed them until we’re exhausted They’re insatiable animals and this is our destiny If so, oh, what a shame, a passing word overstays, and in the mad brain it is welcomed, anxiety tugs at rank and domination, and everyone nearby is going to pay and you are. We’re going to make them wish they had just left. This four-dimensional chess game. We don’t want any part in restarting the play. We’re praying for a stalemate. Either way, our The heart is almost stripped, and all our anxieties are captured by its cold clinical gaze, the unconscious links of a morbid chain, we are your shelter, you are the rain, we are the sheep, they are the wolves, and , we feed them until we’re exhausted, because they’re insatiable, so if this is our fate, oh my God, it’s embarrassing And it’s 7:38 in the passing lane The engine’s on, if you’re awake, just blink twice and do a pirouette and a figure eight, and face the facts, all the foundations you’ve laid have been laid in vain, oh helpless moth, you. are drawn to the self-igniting flames, so when you’re being engulfed and burned, I just hope someday, I hope you’re okay, I hope you’re okay Masu
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These are some of the songs I’ve been sitting around hoping to record a full-length in the near future, but I’m too broke to live on right now, so I’m going to stop cherishing these songs and put them all together. We shot it in one take in her bedroom. Thanks for listening, I hope you like it, and please throw money at me if you can xxx
A better version may or may not be released on an album in the future, but who knows if this will be as perfect as they get.
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Released October 3, 2024
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