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It's All Over

by mr sterile Assembly

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1.
Ettie Rout 04:39
One handsome skill in shorthand, the other instigation Scribing lines, in miner’s halls, worker’s word to print edition Sharp head high, sly subvert, the many expectation Toe to toe, text and tongue, to suffragette and politician Long northern nights, station lines, from the train into the cold From the trench, to soft arms, giving cover, ease the load That war of sex, of loose love, or homely mothers preaching No! A foot each way, on thin ice, and the other on hot coals Talk the things that won't be told Do the things that need be done Between the Christian and the deep blue sea Between the syphilis and the censored memory Between the sergeant and starch purity Between the empire and the ‘wickedness’ of Ettie Between the front line and Parisian embrace Between the new age and biblical disgrace Between the coalmine and expected woman's place Between the future and the past was Ettie‘s space On Massey’s word, curse your name, you were hid from view Breaking rules, saving lives, return the boys as good as new The endless task, sieve the sea, watch the water running through Sad bitter end, by your hand, swallow quinine darkest blue
2.
Lucky Tart 03:03
Lift your last gold hope into the mouth Forever open throat, the endless feed Wish upon a lucky star, the desperate prayer No care as the thrill substitutes real need Drop the golden hope down in the well Hold in excitement, holding open jaws Better than sex caress metallic lips Hesitate and hope against hope for more Hypoxic dreams of better things, break the grain Predictions flood, all bright and light and splendid Kiss the lucky tart, to Maker/Banker send Sing praise to the future-metal-tender Long moment, hold your breath Maintain a user friendly short term memory loss Commit only to this single punt Coin by coin live the incremental cost Hunt the last golden hope at rainbow’s end In a backroom bar that stinks of piss Reflect the shine of lights in hopeful eyes The dollars fall through air from sweaty fists Lustreless haunts attract gambler’s hope Golden lust among the poor in greatest score Fantasy spent now wallets void of rent Feed a fleeting sense of maybe maybe more Spend intense pretense, this'll make ends meet The hardest, hardest work, hunt for luck-in-store Eternal holding hope, place the bait on hook You get what you get! What are you good for? Gravity grabs the daily need with heavy heart Somewhere someone situates an addict’s fix Plant a dream machine to strip the junkies clean Bribe community with sweet financial gifts
3.
The bleeding grieving endless, the bloody struggle ageless The future’s looking sageless, no Superman on the rise The righteous bias poppy scythe, Philofficer sharpen lines Death-eye prophet moneytise, no Wonder Woman saves the day #Hashtag record, type to say, fame in meme, or any way Trolling, lolling, feeling brave, no muscleman to flex, react Precise divide distract attack, lying 'honest', good cunt pack Upset regret, stab in back, no giant beast wreaks the world Taking stock, unblock clot, seek a sound opinion Take this rope, lift from throat, skip to other option Like a rock, one that floats, rising like a question Lighten mind, hearts in kind, freely with the flotsam There's a road, straight and bowed, infinite direction On a globe, no other home, despite some proclamation Living lends lives alive, try another notion Life aligns, time to flick this disillusion A scoffing mocking spittle hurl, a guilty fucking holy hell Suffer silent, do not tell, no magic wish revives the show A flagrant scornful undertow, witless whimper high brow low Concrete violent toughlove blow, there's no monster teeth in the dark Fearful smirking smiling shark, rabid soundbite worse than bark Survival style slide on mask, no masterminds cracks the plan No second choice where to stand, do what you do, where you can Mistakes are made, try again, no UFO to save us
4.
Three years since the last break, not a single day off since Paradise is busy by the bay In orbit of the corner store, seven days a week Seven through to seven every day Upper flat, inner city, such a long, long way from home Double cleaner’s wages pay the rent In a tiny condensed world, make do in a single room Quiet touch only, beside the daughter’s bed Living third world in a first world city Employer brands the loyalty, keeps the manners nice The old bloke at the front desk, bites down the bitterness Stress value first impression, try to smile with missing teeth Fight for slight promotion and pass the urine test Living third world in a first world A state house by the motorway, a tiny condensed space How many can camp down, into a single double bed Fever likes the company, attracted by rheumatic heart Win the prize of penicillin, or a surgeon on your chest Loud hear them Lucky them Who were there And who got out Don’t hear them Other them Who are there Who can’t get out
5.
From somewhere from the Universe, to right here at our neck To impregnate every moment with a life-defying threat Inner, out, or market space, adaption rife without regret Operates as moderation, behind benign a mean affect There’s aliens here among us, who assume the plumage human Parasite inside a life-size host like a thing from science fiction No loving breast or warm embrace but an art to farm devotion Deathgrips: Comfort and Psychology, instigate domination Presenting evidence of their presence, every branded household dream Deep embed in lonely home, spread neurosis, spread dis-ease We roll over, a little closer, suckled on these instant gifts To fill a hole, redacted world, we're not sure Now what we mean Stand dead right close beside them, there's no life to recognise Just light and walls and bored encores of a song of better lives See this ‘Is Not’ Is on paper, Persona Ficta realised The vapor hands of No-Spaceman, will when in need materialise The panic's live as chatter riots, sublime control and battle lines Attachment clamps a little tighter, warm persuasion for the mind Eating future, selling children, gentrify ahead of time Stealing Earth in vast formation, hive-like purpose and design Learning swift from indiscretion, act supreme, attacking low Why hesitate if others suffer, just as long as no one knows Pangalactic, psychopathic, claiming shape with legal prose HUMANHOOD like any other? Unhuman race. Not Quid Pro Quo!
6.
Live breathing meme, on ’n’ off the screen, rapid mixing streams, sick of how it’s been. Eloping hope connect, handhold, Twitter, text, begin’s begun, what next? Reboot and fix up mess. Assemble, age and word, threat met, undeterred. Hook up, shrinking world, find a new song and a chord. Think fast, pushing through, both old and always new. Light on lies half-true, now occupy and throw a shoe Shops are leaking feet, grand folk find the street. Those who can can meet, passion, pass on please. Anonymous, in view, first were some, then grew. What can you add? It’s you. Above these clouds it’s blue. Call out, rowdy crowd, witness, shout out loud. No chaos of the herd, different’s not a dirty word. Synchronised, aligned, disparate, entwined. Challenge wilful blind, critics with a waking mind A spark and flames will grow, fluid finds the flow. The more we do we know, how we tell and show. Cross all time and date, cross zone and state. Realise, relate, rewrite not emulate. Matters now to stand, common goal and plan. Maker, message, hand, megaphone and spray can. Surge on rising thought, first level, fully formed. More same than different born, this road’s a road well worn This is not my game Game’s not me Me’s not game Not in my name Not in mine
7.
Checkmate useless shoplifter Done for flogging food Part poor choice, part poverty Part nothing left to lose Hand on back, Oi unload coat Here's embarrassment to gain Now the game of justice Now the catholic guilt and blame Some offered sympathy Some offered me a feed When outside feeling alien A good choice is hard to see The whip of shames our culture It’s hard to ask for help Some see the things that influence Some say simply 'blame yourself' Hunger hung as reason Among a blank list of options Sometimes it seems impossible To know that you have got them This common life your own your own No place you trust to turn Then the lessons of desperation Are the tricks that you will learn One chance at young and spiny I put myself in front of risk Basic needs then intervened Cos life is more than punk or piss When hardship lands on hungry ground It's more than poverty of coin A poverty of trust and choice To grasp that hopeful line.
8.
Stinkmata 04:20
Smell something dying? I think it maybe me Sit inside this warm decay with some company christened WE Exercise some judgement, enact this happy family I've got the smell of winning and the taste stuck between my teeth Smell something dying? It's these opinions and my views That settled at the baseline, dress charisma up as proof Take tithes from the guilty, impress with bling to bring the youth Manicure the most conviction on the screen with holy news Smell something dying? I think it could be faith Preside inside this mind-high wall protected with a set of pearly gates Accept no less than devotion, an act of trust like cool kool aid Sellvation comes at wicked times, begs the question "who has paid"? Smell something dying? I think it is my destiny Preordained by ancient times this scent, envelopes me Simply rule, spare no rod, no time for common pleasantries When the scent of kingdom coming cum, this destination isn't free Who knows, maybe, you cannot tell Or locate the source, of such a smell Perhaps, maybe, no source at all But the stinking flesh of your chest wall That smell, maybe, it’s the afterlife That hopeful place beyond last night Forever dream, reside maybe, With the resurect and cold zombies.
9.
Wet lips, hello eyes, silk curve, desire lives Bright skin, shaded tone, looks nothing, like your own Taught thin, longer legs, work tease, think sex Neck stretch, glamour shine, pinch parts, fading lines So real, budding lie, common flaws, in disguise Higher brow, model=truth, shopped to life, picture proof Come pose, blinding light, feast feed, hungry sight Glam fame, pretty new, the projection, Virtually You You do not look like you Who do you look like What carrion for photographer And other needy beasts A meal prepared from your meat We hunger at the feast Flaccid love for saccharine vain Invisible sons and daughters Admire lies in vain star light Your lips can't hold water Wet lips, hello eyes, silk curve, desire lives Bright skin, shaded tone, looks nothing, like your own Taught skin, longer legs, work tease, think sex Neck stretch, glamour shine, pinch parts, Virtually Mine
10.
100% Hillary 07:09
Last on First off Last on First off Shallow minds of plastic victory Everyone here is called Hillary Hide the teeth behind civility Bias binds eddies of what you ought to be Tighten times with petty worry Pick on ‘Them’, pick off poppies Two short planks, got one over me Grow straight and dense Woods hid by the trees Grandiose ‘against the odds’ Falling Bighead gleeful thud Grind to gravestone, martyr’s mode Social suicide to rock the boat All else fails, compete to win Compensation - the right to binge Hard knocks in lots, never whinge Fuck the wimp and the victim 100% 110 150% Mean
11.
UFOtago 04:07
Stop the car, here we go off Presidential drive Hang a left and overland by foot Inflate ordinary to something unexpected Rumour writes a new histories course Hear a whisper, hunt with broken compass Magnet pulls away to a secret, secret caught Speculate on some massive past destruction Heave and cleave with Gore and force 800 years, perhaps, the truth will out Smack! Seven silver craft arrive and nose dive Transmute mundane to glorious speculation An event that hints of something more Look there, the skies on fire to eyes in China Jan says the shock, it rocked the Pisan tower Tapanui flu blew from foreign space invader And tilt the axis at the core Perhaps it’s not some young drunk kiwi ET But a thing more vast and dark and fearful Lovecraft sentences sense a deeper truth It’s danger to a mind if not careful Common scum mumble among the shadows Mongrels grumble on the wharves about a trip A vicious hideous in the hinter of the inland Of drums and flames upon the hills In from Port, South East of Paradise Hunt hidden gold, disrupt by savage view This remnant pain of some past domain The scars of the old god Cthulhu Claws like teeth, set to cast asunder A wet and salty kiss to wrap around your throat An age beyond an age beyond our comprehension The dreadful West Otago long ago

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released December 5, 2015

Chrissie Butler : Bass, vocals
mr sterile: drums, vocal

Recorded, mixed, mastered by Mike Gibson at Munki Studios, Wellington

The package was paid for by the massive support from a community of interested folk who partook in a crowdfunding project with us.

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