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Vocals and Lyrics by - Jack Gordon (Irk /Platitude Queen)
lyrics
Once again, it’s been a pleasure. It’s like we’ve known each other for years.
And all at once I come aquiver.
My hands, not a corporeal form of which I can operate independent volition.
Your eyes, suspended in an otherwise featureless eternity of supermarket car parks and takeaway kitchens.
My lungs, long lost, I lose, wait, what? I can’t go there, I hate this. I haven’t been there in ages.
A supple sip, a sting, so what? I’ll maybe head there later once it’s all wound down a bit,
And like a monument I sit, and listen the kids swap foolhardy sentiments.
He’s got a face like a fishing rod. God knows where he is now.
And yeah, sure, I can cry a lot,
But my neatest vocation is sleeping in the space between your cold, cold bones and your lack of a sense of humour.
I know from my own very real and imagined experience just how overwhelming being underwhelmed can be.
My lungs, long lost, I lose, wait, what? I can’t go there, I hate this. I haven’t been there in ages.
A supple sip, a sting, so what? I’ll maybe head there later once it’s all wound down a bit,
And like a monument I sit, and listen the kids…
Sure, the boy’s incandescent like they say.
Ate every crumb he was served then went away.
Eyes like bathtubs, full to the brim with the dull sense of dread,
Mixed in with the bath salts and all the nice things you said.
Funny how these things turn out. A picture of you on the wall.
A tall glass beside your intention to try not to try not to call.
Yes, I can see you. You who are still there.
A little bit of something of you fancy.
A little bit of something’ of you fancy, if you please
Yes, I can see you just fine. You amongst us who are still here like a backache.
A little bit of de-centralisation for your personal department of corrections.
Ooh ahh just a little bit more.
It’s maybe five years down the line, and I mean down the line from the time that was already two or three years down the line.
And I can see your legs buckle beneath the weight of the façade.
And in the sea of bad ideas and a failure to recognise the bad memories, I drown.
Oh brother, oh bother, oh me, oh my.
You have correctly identified the answer from a pre-populated list of possibilities.
