"in praise of idleness" is an essay by the english philospher Bertrand Russel written in 1932 that champions the need for humankind to find meaning beyond their work. It's a beautiful and elequent peice of writing that inspired our opening track which is a 5 minute journey of genre defying chaos including a ska breakdown, stomping guitar riffs and even a beat poem.
I can't put a name to your face
I know I've met you twice before
but you can't have been that interesting
so I'll just be like "alright mate? what's been happening?"
this is my last fucking day
I've been reading 'bout conspiracies
it's an echo box but some stands up to scrutiny
like private banks creating our currency as debt
and debt equals slavery
a business cycle made with intent
a mass transfer of wealth to the top one percent
and it's our own compliance that keeps us enslaved
just a little defiance would sure make a change
if we all stand together they can't make us pay
stand with me I'm ready to say
this is my last fucking day
stop stop stop, just stop.
'cause here's what pisses me off
I work in an office four days a week
and some people have the cheek to say
that because it's four and not five
I'm not doing my bit for being alive
I'm not pulling my weight
they come straight out and say it
they say that "I don't live in the real world"
now this winds me up I mean fuck
did they actually just use that term
let's inspect it and see what we learn
"the real world" they must hypothesise
is at the end of a phone
or can be seen through a screen of a certain size
where we deal with clients and all their moans
where we total columns and read from rows
I mean seriously my good fellows
equals sum open brackets fuck off
or at least wake up
start looking around
start questioning stuff
you're young, you're beautiful, you're physically able
you're occasionally happy and borderline stable
and you're selling it all and for what?
ah half decent flat, two weeks somewhere hot?
just stop and think about this one
we are the great great grandchildren of the industrial revolution
we have masterful solutions for all means of production
so much so we can't keep up with consumption
we're in a world where abundance and poverty live side by side
because our god is money and by his rules we must abide
now whether you think you were put here by some deity
or a fluke clumping of matter the way I see it is existence is bloody spectacular
to waste it on the mundane is inane and excuse my vernacular but cunt.
your boss is a cunt, his boss is a cunt
it's cunts all the way up have you seen donald trump?
the real world isn't a place where you're employed
it's in here and it's being enjoyed
it's out there and it's being destroyed
it's your love, your laughs
and it's when you're annoyed about real things
a throbbing erection over a cashflow projection
or years of tension for a half decent pension aren't going to bring you the things that you want
take time, breathe, read philosophy
don't wait 'til you're sixty-five to be free
come with me, be free don't delay, don't pay, just say.
this is my last fucking day,
from etched in rust
released September 9, 2016
drums/percussion: jon pritchard
bass guitar/hammond: teresa kelly
guitar/vocal: ben kelly
recorded by luke oldfield at toe rag studios, london
mastered by pete maher
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