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I have learned some lessons in a lifetime of mistakes. I’ll probably learn them time and time again. Is that learning? I don’t know. Maybe the problem is in applying, or maybe that's just how it goes. But the only way back is forwards, my friends. The only way back is forwards. The only way back is forwards, my friends. If you don’t have time to build a time machine.
I have been thinking if we were cats we’d get to lay around all day and play, whenever we felt like it, but then you wouldn’t get to learn all those things that you adore and I would not get to play my shitty songs.
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I have been trying to write a song about Abahlali baseMjondolo and a 17 year old girl that got shot by police. ...but it feels so fake. It feels so false to be sitting writing words that I know nothing about. ...and In Durban and Cape Town there have been forced removals in informal settlements. Apartheid like measures captured on iPhones. Wounded protesters murdered in their hospital beds... and does anybody care? ...Maybe It's too far from home.
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FLCL
01:01
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Nothing amazing ever happens here. Everything is ordinary. It feels like a lifetime of slowly dying. The white smoke billows out everyday like an omen to stay where you are. But even though I can’t see beyond the horizon, one day I will go beyond the edge of this town.
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I became another attempt at your self medication. Another habit you thought you needed but wanted to quit. And though it's hard sometimes, and everyday I sigh, at least we stopped before we became those things we hate.
She sees a world so pretty she could explode. She sees a world so gritty and awful. She sees a world so pretty she could explode. She sees a world so gritty and awful... and I guess that's the way it is. And it wreaks havoc inside her brain. And I guess that's the way it is. life is pretty insane. And I guess that's the way it is. God damn the moss growing on the rocks.
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Shaun vs Chair
01:59
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I’m listening to science podcasts and being killed by a chair. I’m listening to science podcasts and being killed by a chair. I’m listening to science podcasts and being killed by a chair. Oh Yeah. Oh Yeah. But it doesn’t know that I am on to its evil plan. I'm gonna do some stretches. I'm gonna take a stand … as soon as my boss stops breathing down my neck.
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The Domestic Song
01:26
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I don’t like going outside. Outside is full of people that piss me off. And I don’t like staying inside. Inside is boring and it’s too dark to read. And outside there are cars. One of them ran over my cat. He smelled and his stomach was swollen. He was being eaten by ants. I guess there’s nothing left to say. Your life was taken away. Isis you had a funny charm. I’ll always remember you humping my arm. I don’t like going outside. Outside is full of people that piss me off. And I don’t like staying inside. Inside is boring and it’s too dark to read. And inside the tap drips. Because the plumbing is totally fucked. And when you fall asleep the walls start to shake. And that wakes you right back up. I don’t like going outside. Outside is full of people that piss me off.
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Question everything. Don’t get stuck into belief.
“The truth may be out there but the lies are inside your head” - That’s what Terry Pratchett said.
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These Lows
01:54
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Wasn't there light? An overhang for these streets? Now shadows are obstructing all? I am struggling to see? I feel in black and white? Reason does not agree? An irrational mind? Closes in on this throat? Pulls me to my knees? Wasn't there a light? An overhang for these streets? La La La La... These lows hit the ground so hard, shock waves distort, winds shatter and scar.
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Twenty Six
02:37
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I don’t wanna grow up. No I don’t wanna get old. Am I still waiting on a scene? Have I not given up on that dream? Oh holly shit! I’m 26! (I’m gonna die), but only yesterday you and me where heading back from school, to play road rash on that old 16-bit. Where did the time go? Should we just give up and resume collecting stuff that we could never own? Or continue to express that screaming kid inside our heads even though no one is ever listening? So to no one listening: “I wish I could write a good song!”... But everything is alright. Everything will be ok. At least that's what I’ll say... Did you know that in Durban there was a folk punk scene, with a bunch of kids with funny names?
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Cage Madness
01:55
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stuck behind cash registers
can't write a good folk song
and if Johnny Cash did it in jail
then he wasn't there very long
see the open road is the place to be
with adventures, sunsets and climbing trees
some days I just
look out the window
some days I just
look out the window
some days I just
look out the window
and some days I just
look at the ceiling
maybe draw a picture
of how I’m feeling
some people say
that that is wasting a day
but I still can’t
hold down a real job
I get claustrophobic
anxious and restless
some people say
that that is wasting away
and now I’ve got a job
It doesn’t have any windows
It just has computers
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Cat Song
01:35
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she works long hour
I wonder if she has time to shower
does she think of me at all
while she is serving tables
I am fighting with staples
suggesting films that I haven’t seen before
she’s dressed in yellow
smiling at some fellow
but inside I hope she wants his blood
to rain from the sky
pour into a drain
seep out his eyes
and I’m not crazy
well a little maybe
but I hear now that we both got a cat
and if you’re allergic
you shouldn’t put one in your mouth
because you might get more than clawed at
she says she’ll see me
but her eyes they look weary
so I guess that is that
I think I’ll get another cat
a better job so I can make those little fuckers fat
and now we’re both collecting cats
that we can die alone with
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A Growing Trend
01:05
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you tried to find a job today
I heard it didn’t go very well
nobody wanted to employ you
damn it all to hell
I guess you’re being forced into
supporting a growing trend
I call it “waiting for the collapse of industrial society when we hit peak oil”
and the businessman they look at you
and they laugh under their breath
your friends are all out at parties
puffing out their chests
while you are being forced into
supporting a growing trend
I call it “waiting for the collapse of industrial society when we hit peak oil”
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Some Parts Repeat
02:13
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I always hoped that these guitars would block out all your nightmares
I always hoped that these guitars would change the city you know
but you always run run run away when you see their shadows
you ran away from here and you never phone
I hope you run run run away and they don’t catch you
Because I saw them getting close and you were all alone
I always hoped that these guitars would block out all your nightmares
I always hoped that these guitars would change the city you know
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I used to think some crazy things
And sometimes I still do
But all this madness broke my heart,
when I passed it on to you
And now we are on the verge of collapse
Maybe it’s time to try something new
Because all this madness breaks my heart,
and rationality does that too
So I’ll have hope in my guitar strings
So I’ll have hope in my guitar strings
When all this madness breaks my heart,
and I don’t know what to do
And when everything is melting
And there are no more polar bears
I just hope that I can make a friend or two,
and I hope that you can too
And we’ll have hope in our guitar strings
And we’ll have hope in our guitar strings
When all this madness breaks our hearts,
and we don’t know what to do
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Poems About Cats
01:38
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Poems about cats for a girl i do not know. With my ears blocked, I can still hear her scream. Let the desperation flow. Breach the dam down in this hole. Burst them. We will not idly bleed. Mister mundane won't be back due to fear of our attack. The kids will be free. No more picket fence culture, borders, or the shit we called home. Poems about cats for a girl i do not know. With my ears blocked, I can still hear her scream. Let the desperation flow. Breach the dam down in this hole. Strike back! until we see... No more picket fence culture, borders, or the shit we called home. No more picket fence culture, borders, or the shit we called home. Poems about cats for a girl i do not know. With my ears blocked, I can still hear her scream.
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At Least There Are Cats
00:33
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At least there are cats. At least there are cats. At least there are cats. At least there are cats. At least there are cats. At least there are cats.
Schopenhauer, or Nietzsche, should have added "That at least there are cats."
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All These Wasted Nuts Johannesburg, South Africa
ATWN is a Punk band from Johannesburg, South Africa. It was born from leftover songs written by a person named Shaun. It
started as a lofi recording project in 2011, and is now whatever it is, when it is. Some other things that are will also be found here.
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