Our Three Favourite Limbs

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about

I couldn't wait. There are more songs in progress right now, but I just couldn't wait for them to be finished. Mainly because I wanted the oldies to still be semi-relevant, but also because I worry every day that technology will betray me and lose everything I'm working on.
Fun facts: The name of this album was inspired by the caption of a selfie I saw on tumblr dot com; I painted those limbs to be ambiguous (and thus however you interpret them will show your projection of your own three favourite limbs); and the cardboard above the limbs is actually the wrapping of some alpro chocolate dessert things. #oversharing

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released September 16, 2016

Thank, Frank, for 14.3%. And thank you Cam, for the ukelele and your constant faith (that's right people, he sent a(n?) UKELELE from the UK all the way over here!! how crazy is that??), Hannah, for joining me on my wholesome endeavors, Freya and the Hanleys for your immense radness and for introducing me to Radio 6 (old man, you changed my life), eternally Amelia, for always listening, and the famalam. Oh, and also One Green Planet for the regular vegan recipes (srsly tho, they are so important).

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Track Name: Get Used to Anything
When you stand in a light place and close your eyes
It's brighter than a brighter than a sunrise
Open your eyes and it's all cold and receding
But after a while it seems fine
There's an equal balance of dark and light
It just makes you think you can get used to anything

Or when you change to a new brand
Of soap or listen to a new band
That your friend forced you to because because they're a fan
Didn't like it at first but now it's grown on you
You find yourself jamming to their funky tunes
What happened there? You got used to something

Get used to something, get used to anything
(To minimise the effect of change in external circumstance, simply forget anything ever changed)

Turns out you've been anemic this whole time
So you get some supplements of some kind
Take two daily with food [insert filler rhyme] *you call this art??*
Throws you off your routine for a couple days
Then become a habit of your morning daze

Get used to something, get used to anything
(To minimise the effect of change in external circumstance, simply forget anything ever changed)

So you’re living someone else’s dream
But your life is good, your life is clean
Do you change your glory, change your whole backstory because you got used to someone else’s something?

Get used to something, get used to anything
(To minimise the effect of change in external circumstance, simply forget anything ever changed)
Track Name: meet me in the PIT!!!
Meet me in the pit by the 50 metre pool
Where the buses can't see and the kissers drool
Where lipgloss and fingernails saturate the ground
Meet me when you can't see the sky for ash
When you're sick and you're tired and you're ready to crash
When you need somebody else but there's no one around

Hit me I wanna leave with bruises
I wanna see that the blood I lose is
Red, knuckles raw, knees scraped, face torn
Tyler Durden said he'd let me in
To heaven if I rock up with a grin
And a plan to make sure no one was ever born

(Aah)

Meet me wearing clothes that you don't mind getting trashed
Because ideally by the end of it, we'll both be smashed
Into the floor, or a wall or each other's fists
Meet me when you're lowkey wanting to die
And you're absolutely livid at the way time flies
And you're trying to find a way to escape without being missed

Hit me I wanna leave with bruises
I wanna see that the blood I lose is
Red, knuckles raw, knees scraped, face torn
Tyler Durden said he'd let me in
To heaven if I rock up with a grin
And a plan to make sure no one was ever born

(Aah)

I should have named myself Marla
Because I am my own favourite tumour
Track Name: Conscription
under the sea, it's all silent
it's all calm, and not at all violent
until comes along a great white shark
and you're scared for a moment, then it all turns dark
and you wake up alive, but all alone
except for a telephone
and it rings and it rings, and you don't know what to do
rings and it rings, someone's calling for you

you. someone's calling for you.

and you pick up the receiver, and try to take a breath
but instead you inhale a spirit from the depths
the sirens (alive in the telephone)

under the sea, you're on fire
it's like you've been chained to a heretic's pyre
and in your blood is something new
something pure and not wholly you
your corporeal form is evolving
your psyche, slowly dissolving
all memories are going too
your place here is being taken from you

you. it’s being taken from you.

you’re being taken apart
to make someone new
you’re not you anymore
you’re part of something bigger
than you thought before

C-O-N-S-C-R-I-P-T-I-O-N
conscripted into this harsh system, you never signed up for this
Track Name: 21 Belmont Street
21 Belmont street of late has been where demons congregate
It’s really not a nice place but you can take the kids, it’s fun for the whole family
Fight your way along fairytale drive, and if you make it through you’ll arrive
At the infamous castle to the sight of seven sins, shameless, bare and clammily

Come and visit, this is what is waiting for you!
Come and visit, this is what is waiting for you!
Come and visit, this is what is waiting for you!
Come and visit 21 Belmont Street.

If the front door doesn’t yield when you ask, try the porthole of crystal glass
And if you can stand to admire the view, please take a piece home with you

Come and visit, this is what is waiting for you!
Come and visit, this is what is waiting for you!
Come and visit, this is what is waiting for you!
Come and visit 21 Belmont Street.

Would you believe if you knew would you despise the lies?
This empire is a disguise for a house too weak to stop the seeping through the walls and through the ceiling - alcohol’s saturated so let’s set it alight!

[Come and visit, this is what is waiting for you!
Come and visit, this is what is waiting for you!
Come and visit, this is what is waiting for you!
Come and visit 21 Belmont Street.]
Track Name: opaque skies + crawling eyes
Well you made something just to throw it away
And the time you invested all went to waste
And you’re choking from the inside
It’s like guilt is wrapping up your lungs

Well you’re never gonna be this young again
And the world is round and you don’t know anything
But your life is in the future
Nothing, and it all has begun

The sky is opaque
And made of cardboard these days
You think you’re doing great
But your judgement is clouded by the haze
Don’t open your eyes too wide kids
Something might climb inside
And you’ll wake up the next morning
And you’re not the only thing alive and within your head

Stay quiet stay blind
Underneath the radar they’ll never find
What makes you tick
Scheming apocalyptic
Swimming in the mainstream
Killing all your daydreams
Don’t let /them taste
The psyche you savour

Safety is alone give up the friends you might have known and wait
Around the corner, breathe in your live bait
Keep your enemies close\
They’re the ones you need most
Just a word of warning though -
Don’t let it all show through

Well our hair and our teeth have all gone to war
You don't even know what they're fighting for
However if you colour-code it might just count

The taste of air is foreign to you now
And you're on top of the bass and you're thinking aloud
The thoughts are too heavy, they're bringing you down

The sky is opaque
And made of cardboard these days
You think you’re doing great
But your judgement is clouded by the haze
Don’t open your eyes too wide kids
Something might climb inside
And you’ll wake up the next morning
And you’re not the only thing alive and within your head

Stay quiet stay blind
Underneath the radar they’ll never find
What makes you tick
Scheming apocalyptic
Swimming in the mainstream
Killing all your daydreams
Don’t let /them taste
The psyche you savour

Safety is alone give up the friends you might have known and wait
Around the corner, breathe in your live bait
Keep your enemies close\
They’re the ones you need most
Just a word of warning though -
Don’t let it all show through

[To celebrate the end of the world, we're holding a banquet
A final appearance of skeletons at the feast, before we're all vanquished]x4
Track Name: Temporal Magick
Now that it's all over, now that it's all done
I fill my days with clover, tryna find a lucky one
Look up at the sky and make palaces out of clouds
I can turn all of my attention into time now

Half the time I'm feeling real fantastic, reaping thrills from this temporal magic
The other half of the time, I'm acting drastic; you know it's really kinda kinda tragic
(Oh-oh lost in a timeless space, vanished without a trace
Follow me when I disappear, it's kinda lonely here)

My palms are earthy, I'm barefoot to the core
Running through the woods as if I'm human no more
Decorate my skin with feathers and holograms
And the wind will finally whisper "who's a bad, bad man?"

Half the time I'm feeling real fantastic, reaping thrills from this temporal magic
The other half of the time, I'm acting drastic; you know it's really kinda kinda tragic
(Oh-oh lost in a timeless space, vanished without a trace
Follow me when I disappear, it's kinda lonely here)

Lonely here (x8)

I had a dream I was by the sea in a warehouse somewhere across the blue-green
There was no one apart from me and a girl with her curls a shade of rose-cream
Oh-oh lost in a timeless space, vanished without a trace
Follow me when I disappear, it's kinda lonely here
Track Name: What is Art?
What is art? (x5)
God, Satan, spirituality
Amphetamines, passion, dichotomies
Fear of the unknown, plastic, space
Fascism, time, a great series of mistakes
Spatial awareness, simulation
Maths, loss, hypocrisy, stimulation
Motion, adventure, plagiarism
Competition, imitation, nationalism

Art is how you spend your time before committing yourself to the downfall of millions
Because they rejected you
Art is how you can regress acceptably, get older as you get younger
Change into a tree with more branches that you can see or count

Woahh

What is art?
Intellectually pleasing
What is art?
It's on a need-to-know basis