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[very stressed]
00:27
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[hello, we're Mumbles. I'm very stressed lol]
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Good luck have fun do yr best
I might not stick around long enough to say goodbye
But I still care so much about you
I really hope yr doing ok, if not you know where to find me
[At work, presumably? Or big Asda, I don't have much on]
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brilliant
03:31
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I wanna kill the fascist that lives inside of you
The one that thinks it's still ok to listen to The Libertines
I want you to kill the fash that lives inside of me
The one that makes me wanna call the neoliberal state "daddy"
And whatever we do I just embarrass myself
Totally demeaning but at least it's thoroughly on-brand
And aren't you exhausted by this pathetic aesthetic?
But it doesn't even matter cos everything's
brilliant
Healing implies a healthy state that we can return to
But all it seems to do is make us less repressed and better dressed
And I don't know exactly what it is I'm even supposed to be
Nothing but an anxious actor briefly embraced in an age of insecurity
And whatever we do I just embarrass myself
Totally demeaning but at least it's thoroughly on-brand
And aren't you exhausted by this pathetic aesthetic?
But it doesn't even matter cos everything's
brilliant
I'm so sleepy
I'm so sleepy
At another low, in another fucking Greene King
I was inspired by a friend's tattoo
Purely grammatical, and totally obsolete
All it said was:
"&?!"
Cos everything's
brilliant
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4. |
A Well-Intentioned Lie
02:36
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Am I an alien abducted?
Walking in circles through every field
Am I a ghost that haunts you?
Appearing once a month to keep you up all night
And whatever you want me to be
I don't know if I can, but for you I'd try
It's a well-intentioned lie and it goes:
[sick riff]
Am I texting from the afterlife?
3 knives in the fire, and fire on yr tongue
And do you still think of me as a man?
I wanna be an amorphous blob, in a dream I was pretty
And whatever you want me to be
I don't know if I can, but for you I'd try
It's a well-intentioned lie and it goes:
[sick riff]
An abstract body
An imperial pathology
A malleable entity
Embracing change, embracing change
And whatever you want me to be
I don't know if I can, but for you I'd try
Four paper cups, downed at the bottom of the garden
Flipped but acceptable, we'll be alright
It's a well-intentioned lie and it goes:
[sick riff]
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Skejbyparken 2, st.
00:52
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All the strange trees that rot in her mind
She's throwing up all the time
Is she gonna be ok?
I hate strangers looking at me
Sometimes I wanna be a she
Would that be ok?
You kept tearing out my hair
I don't know how much was planned
Crying at work
Holding my boss' hand
I know that I was complicit
I don't know how much I wanted
You said you hoped I'd die
I still think about it some of the time
Is she gonna be ok?
You know she's been so ill
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6. |
Vomit Constellations
20:14
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In the heights of privilege, I was disgusted
But I was grateful, that you were disgusted with me
And I thought communal struggle
Could be romantic
And I guess it was in a way
It felt good to be human again
For a while
But I can't love you how you want to be loved
No I can't love you how you want to be loved
[oh no!]
Letting the days go by, because I am too sad to get up
This is not my beautiful house, this is my mum's one-bed flat
And I know the water holds you down
But baby I could have been, your beautiful wife
And "I'm alive but a different kind of alive to the way I used to be" and I guess like Will Sheff said "if you don't love me [then] I'm sorry"* but uhh excuse me what the fuck are we supposed to do when no part of either of us ever fucking works and I don't want to be the kind of people who have to spend the rest of their lives on pills that make the boys see things and the girls' hair fall out not that it makes a difference to me not that I'm either of those things not boy or girl I hate my body I hate my body I hate my body I have no desire to be a man and I found God in a mug of instant noodles behind a bar full of 1am bastards a warmth a healing ritual a way to make it through the shift and I could've loved you and I love my friends and one day I will love myself and I could've loved you and I love my friends and one day I will love myself but not yet
And so with grim and tedious inevitability
I made the kind of mistakes you can't come back from
And I know self pity
Never solves anything
But it just feels good
Just let me wallow
For a while
Sad and sick being screamed at by men in the street
But I guess we'll always be paying for the privilege
Your dog's got my name, fuck I wish I was him
But I've been on a vision quest, and I've got some things to show you baby
1 2 3 4
[So when you see me next bring two razors]
[And we'll put them both to our unkempt temples]
[Those hidden altars to lost youth and old gods' visitations]
[We'll walk out that creaking door marked for death]
[Overcaffeinated and underappreciated]
[This halcyon era offers us no redemption]
[The sun is always yelling its petty epithets]
[But I see something else through the smoke and the flames]
[And whatever happens the world keeps turning]
[That insensitive jerk has it no sense of occasion?]
[And I am consistently disappointed when I wake up and I realise]
[That all of this is real and by extension so am I]
But it's not enough to just hate this world anymore
I know we can find a way to learn to accept ourselves
You said you just wanted me to feel safe around other people
I laughed with a mouth full of Pepsi Max™
And threw up on myself
oh
Sad and sick, a tedious neurodiverse dick
But I guess we'll always, always be paying
For the privilege
Sometimes I feel all alone in the world
Totally convinced that no one can love me
As the person, as the thing, that I have become
A pelican, a lighthouse
A changeling, a fool
But in a room like this, with people like you
With total commitment and total honesty
Comes maybe acceptance, and maybe understanding
And maybe that's enough
And so if all things collapsed
And this moment became the only moment
All it would be is endless fucking bliss
Looped and spiralling into the infinite
Actually, that's probably a bit much
But this has been really nice, and I hope we can do it again
Merry Christmas everyone, I love you, thank you lol
*Taken from Okkervil River's 'Starry Stairs', from the album 'The Stand Ins', which is better than 'The Stage Names' actually don't @ me
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Mumbles Manchester, UK
inhalercore, baroque bunk, labourwave, mess
jacob (they/them)
tristan
(he/him)
oli (he him)
and you if you want, get in touch
good luck have fun do yr best
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