a cat full of batteries, by Checkout Chick

a cat full of batteries

by Checkout Chick

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1.	observation 1 02:54	lyrics	buy track
the sky is colour only always colour we shuffle beneath it afraid of this or that beneath the beautiful posters of products pacing to the stress to the beat beneath the stress a becoming gestates a clever slow as orbit a thought too quick to catch slipped under the mattress far from the other side of the commute early morning a thought a clever a becoming a whatever (i had a fucken dream) move on your heart doesn't come around no more coz anyone's the president and anyone plays guitar and anyone drops the mic and anyone's lost in an ocean of hot observations and anyone's desperate between anyone's letters and anyone can light the fuse anyone can walk away anyone can put it all down refuse to pay (i had a fucken dream) the lazy summer grass pins and needles dim leather nights (oh my god) we say we dragged ourselves, floated into the wreckage unmade. acknowledged entropy, waited a while. we say we dragged ourselves over here to make do. summoning absently the cocks of a dead year. the lazy summer grass, pins and needles, dim leather nights. clown clouds wrestling with the salt. and our ears a brass silence.
2.	horizon 2077 03:05	lyrics	buy track
at the horizon the sky fades to a dark red the atmosphere to sick now the moon is a dull green dot of hallucination above the daytime we're eating the last of our patience and watching the ocean slowly boil. sitting on the cliff edge. the city that had once stretched all around us, a series of neon homes stacked on each other in concrete monuments... that city is now clogged with maniacs screaming empty conjecture at each other. scratching desperately at the digital iceburg for a vision of truth or beauty. still holding out hope [----------] we remember all this, and all the song that it inspired, sitting on the cliff edge. we speak of the violent peace that plagued the ballot boxes and all those invisible taxes. we speak about this, on the cliff edge. when the sunset's over, the skyscape crescendos into a blinding gold and the trees sing their omens in the wind. the bees have relcaimed the small towns, the canaries live fullfillfull lives in the coal mines. the mile high walls containing all the citadels that we abandoned together on our journey going rusty now and covered in the unofficial art of kids on the street with nothing to do. [------] on the cliff edge the augmentations in our bodies can't get reception anymore now that we're so far out. when the sunsets over, the sky will be more black than ever. no blue at midnight anymore. and we'll talk again about the seeds we'd stolen from the crumbling chrome architecture and where we want to plant them. and where we want to plant them. AAAAAAAAA I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THE CHAOS WE SPRINTED DOWN BEACHES OF BONE INTO OCEANS OF FIRE HYSTERICAL PUMPED UP ON PISS AND VINEGAR THINKING ICE OF EACH OTHER FROTHING COLOUR HIGHER THAN HALLUCINATION VICTIMS OF THE KARMA SUTRA SOMETIMES WHEN THE WEATHER WHE THE WATHE WHE THE WEATHERWHETHEWEATHEEE (death is a shed with a telephone in the dark porch light slowly pouring in.)
3.	anxiety music 01:52	lyrics	buy track
ATTENTION: THIS IS ANXIETY MUSIC (did you see my cactuses stacked up in the backyard? o yeah i think they're beautiful) YOU ARE HANDLING YOUR EFTPOS CARD INCORRECTLY AT THE CHECKOUT PLEASE ALLOW THE NEXT CONSUMER TO STEP FORWARD mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm (did you see me sssspisssss out the front of third ave? o it was beautiful) BORIS JOHNSON'S BALLS ON THE DAILY TELEGRAPH? HA! THIS IS A MODERN NATION. DO NOT BRING YOUR CHILDREN TO THE POLLING STATION. Drinkin' Carlton Draught from the Imperial Shaft Me aunt's headin' to Bali to buy an oriental barbie aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (did you see the debates last night they were beautiful) THESE NEO PAGANS WITH THEIR NOWHERE MUSIC ARE A THREAT TO ORDINARY CITIZENS WHAT INDEED ARE WE TO DO? Shake your fist at the TV station! I don't wanna live in a civilisation! Shake your fist at the TV station! I don't wanna live in a civilisation! Shake your fist at the TV station! I don't wanna live in a civilisation! Shake your fist at the TV station! I don't wanna live in a civilisation! Shake your fist at the TV station! I don't wanna live in a civilisation! Shake your fist at the TV station! I don't wanna live in a civilisation!
4.	lest we 5get 02:56	lyrics	buy track
("boris johnson. stop messing around and start acting like a mayor! um, you know we cannot afford...") 4get your name 4get your 1st playground 4get your fucking birthday 4get what you wrote in last years cards 4get your wallet at the supermarket 4get what brought you to this nation in the 1st place: a loaf of bread stolen in the dead of winter and you scorn a single mother for nicking a fucking jar of carbonara 4get what they pay you to stand around all day turning candy into gold 4get the past! 4get the future! 4get what the vultures promised last time at the ballot box 4get your way around the letter box mazes between the beef planets connecting the concrete rivers YEAH! HA HA HA HA HA! YEAH MAN! FUCKEN DO IT! YEAH MAN FORGET IT! JUST FORGET ABOUT IT! 4get how to drive 4get your wealthy relatives 4get the bus routes 4get your language! 4get the devastation! 4get the diggers! 4get who sent them! 4get the footy 4get the bunnings catalogue 4get 9/11 4get the words to the national anthem 4get th!!!!!!!! Forget the ghosts living in your toaster Forget what you said to yourself in the shower last night Forget the hope that helped you fall asleep. ...............
5.	your boss 00:53	lyrics	buy track
LAUNDRY MAN! 2019! WHAT'S MORE FUN THAN BEING A CUNT? HAVING A JAY? OR SMOKING A BLUNT? i dunno man EATING TRASH DRINKING CEMENT WHAT'S MORE FUN THAN PAYING THE RENT? PISS ON COPS AND BURN THE FACTORIES YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A CAT FULL OF BATTERIES a cat full of batteries
6.	king arthur died for nothing 02:43	lyrics	buy track
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7.	concept!!! 02:16	lyrics	buy track
(really uncool man when you killed my butler he was a useful bloke he said my music was really cool he never went crazy on paydayyyy) Concept: the worst is over. everything's gonna be okay now. Concept: tonight the moon is close enough to kiss. i climb up into the tallest tree and we gaze at one another. i know she understands. Concept: we swim amoung the stars. their iridescent light fills me with a sense of peace i didn't know i was capable of. (good people become stars, bad people become the darkness) my fingers are covered in starlight Concept: we whisper little kindnesses into the night sending out love to no one in particular and everyone at once (.....llecting magic in the forest building homes telling stories slow and sure science across the centuries crawling unnamed above the village in the clouds...) Concept: like a forest ravaged by fire i will grow back from this twice as strong (shake your fists at the TV station i don't wanna live in a civilisation) (shake your fists at the TV station i don't wanna live in a civilisation) (shake your fists at the TV station i don't wanna live in a civilisation) Conept: me dancing alone in a moonlit meadow. everything looks silver i'm not worried at all Oh man! The chat we had out the back of the gig really cracked open th sky for me! I think I'm falling in love!
8.	joggers never rest 02:40	lyrics	buy track
we can't afford this onerous fee eleven cents more for a litre of fuel taxing me and my kid's school farms and families will feel the pinch when the carbon tax man pull the cinch. tax the tractor, combine, plow tax the chicken, egg and cow carbon tax man, enough's enough! don't tax Canadians and all their stuff! CONTROLLING THE POPULATION OF FLIES IN YOUR KITCHEN AND BATHROOM BY PUTTING IN A BIN BAG OR CLEANING THE TOILET WITH A BRUSH EVERY SO OFTEN MAYBE A BIT OF BLEACH OUR GAY GENES HAVE LEAD US TO DO ALL SORTS OF STRANGE THINGS... The path from home to work or shops Is all you ever see The drugs all wore off years ago There's nothing left to be Your favourite show has gotten shit It's nothing like the book And once you're rich it's Uber Eats! You'll never have to cook! You're confident you had a chance But didn't try your best. The ghosts that walked your streets are gone But joggers never rest. oh yeah mate you know what they say about joggers? yeah yeah, joggers, they never rest do they joggers joggers never rest. yeah.
9.	you 02:32	lyrics	buy track
to fit every street's memories into this concrete heart you'll need a bigger head or so they said beneath the limestone light where timetables stretch through cardboard dreams mountain of sand a playground traffic cones; an old friend's language dancing in the Joondalup minutia to shake meaning back into these words you'll need a longer night this one's wax has filled the drain all your sewers shut for the weekend all these NBN vans speeding backwards through high school ovals... - you between the barcodes you amoung the streetlights you in the morning you in the dew you wrote that song you ate my heart between your legs you live in the leaves on our house in the street you burn green though the night to crash parties in the sky you real you battery and buzz you coffee on the cusp you bread without blood you curve in the clay you holy island you piss on shit heroes you colour the colours you give the moon a meaning you built this meadow with ridiculous time you shook the money makers dry and overthrew the lion tamers you went with me to weddings and our laughter's harmony lights a path through the sketches of the future's past.

about

Edit 05/21...
THIS WAS DYSPHORIA EGG MADNESS.
Made about a year before I realised I was trans.
Who's "Laundry Man"???
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Heya so i made this weird thing inspired by my house mate Luka making outsider folk music, working lots of early mornings at Aldi Midland and listening to Kae Tempest, Christian Fitness and Gil Scott-Heron.

It's a wacky,
loud,
VERY EXPRESSIVE piece of work mostly made late at night.

First time I've made anything with musical instruments in it.

Made in Audacity without enough space or RAM on my Mac to save my progress or really undo things, that's why it's a chaotic mess.
On purpose.

Cheers for checking it out
xxx

credits

released November 5, 2019

poetry, vocals, keys, bass, production - Joni Boyd
additional poetry - Luka Buchanan, Arnold Viersen
various samples credited by track

Conceived and produced North Perth, Wadjuk Noongar Boodja, June/Makuru 2019

Thanks to Saoirse, Luka, Jesse, Eddie and Soph :)