They’ll kick you in the mouth; they’ll kick you in a minute
They’ll kick you in the mouth if you don’t put your foot in it
I spent every last red cent that I had
On some painting that I thought wasn’t half bad
Brought it downtown and the man with the beret said
There wasn’t any depth and it looked a little too red
Why should I put up with this?
Why take to heart the vocal styling of an egotist?
I went to see that new independent film
Where a slasher hunts down some kids and tries to kill ‘em
I enjoyed it a lot but the critics did not
It was too cliché and the director should have been shot
Why should anybody care?
Why can’t we pretend the doubters just aren’t there?
I looked down at my body yesterday
Thinking to myself “I wonder how much I weigh?”
I could stand to look better, I’ll admit
Maybe I should starve myself for a little bit
Why am I even competing?
Why should we have to give ourselves this beating?
Ego operations are the one vocation
That’s an understatement but I’m not complacent
With their jubilation at my own frustration
This abomination needs a long vacation
Sign its resignation, we’ve been awful patient
Always under ruination waiting at our station
Every seat is taken; this is what I’m saying
We’ve been sitting, praying for a revelation
Like a giant glacier getting old and wasted
Looking at our spaceship
Like it’s a replacement for bastardization
Tom Snowden, from Alice Springs, Australia, turns in six soft, Arthur Russell-y covers of favorites from Björk, Kylie Minogue, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2020
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Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022