This is what we have in mind when we say "dirty pop". Not vulgar, just dishevelled. Part truth, part lies, part heart, part garbage. In case you care about these kinds of things, this song kept falling apart when we were trying to record it in the studio, so by the time we managed to get this take down, we were glaring at each other and ready to spit venom. We also kept jackiing the tempo up with each take, so what you're hearing is a band that very is very much ready to implode. This features Sickboy's second drummer, Richie Jones, who did a mighty fine job of hitting the skins while he was with us. He was also just a plain nice guy as well....
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glorious failure
such a glorious, glorious failure.
the Father of Excess begets the Sons of Discontent-
I want to be a swaggerer,
of the best of the best of the best of the best...
grown-up candy tastes like bleach,
it leaves me numb & makes me ache
it’s a Sad & Sickly Sweet solution
I’m part of it.
barely familiar,
still far too familiar for my tastes.
I’m sure that I’ve met you, but I’m doing my best to forget,
A Black Hole of Conversation!
it’s a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend & agh!
grown-up talk it makes no sense
the pretty words, the eloquence
you piss on my shoes and tell me it’s rain...
I’m not convinced.
i
am slipping
i am slipped i am slipping
i am slippedi am more i amless i am
clear delerium&iamemory’s sweet breath upon me
I’ve got flowers, I’ve got rain
Something warm against my skin
I got for a minute I got what I wanted & I want it again.
I’ve got flowers, I’ve got rain
Something warm against my skin
I got for a minute I got what I wanted & I want it again.
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