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This Mucky Age

by Matt Finucane

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Do you know what I don't want to sound small-minded But it's getting so much harder To pretend I care If good people admired me Maybe I'd be happy And generally better In every way But as it is Feels like a waste of energy And sometimes it feels like We've reached Act III No no no, no no no no no no no... Can't treat your life that way now Revelling in cloak and dagger Pretending to be younger Oh for how much longer I could tolerate your shit If I were richer I should be an arms dealer Or perhaps a mercenary No no no... You can't afford a new identity You've got to find an escape route Can't treat your life that way... Wouldn't it be nice If we had more to hide I don't want to sound high-handed But I think that I can take it Bring on the emotional chaos Bring on the emotional chaos I'm a manipulative tart And one day I'll learn to handle Something so very useful
Hands Up 03:26
Hands Up! who believes in trophy shags Hands Up! for gridlock overhead Hands Up! for rotten teeth and rickets Hands Up! for an office creche Hands Up! for a fat rubbish bag Hands Up! for sleep-walking, and home movies on CCTV... There's a fear in my eyes... The ideas, worn so thin Passed from hand to hand Till you could see thru them Where have the mutants gone? Neurotic, over-specialized But I wish they'd persevere Hands Up! who can make predictions Hands Up! who believes their assumptions Hands Up! for a fat rubbish bag Hands Up! for a pat ending... Don't stand on yr dignity, you're just another animal... The Mushroom of Efficiency Is prodding you awake He's a cartoon character, a hologram And he means well But he'll report you if you're late Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-late... And I say please turn out that fucking light!
Grimm 03:22
Show me something certain/I want to upset it/show me something settled and I want to ruin it/yeah it's pretty childish/being a professional malcontent/but at my age I don't think I'll grow out of it/and I dream... of the apocalypse sometimes x2/But if that were to happen/music has no meaning/if it's all confusion with no-one to listen/so there is an interest, you see/it is very vested/hopelessly enmeshed in society/there's just no escape from the human race x2/it's an old old problem/perhaps it's familiar to you/I think you're a lovely person/but I just don't like your face/and I dream... x2 I passed you in the street, you didn't see me It caught in my throat, I never asked to like you Didn't even ask to know you That puts an obligation on me, of sorts But how much is it worth, oh darling take it off me Darling take it off me So be careful who you step on/don't trash their foolish dreams/although I have no feeling for the underdog/just like all other sadists/I've got a sentimental streak/and I'll never ask you to show me your emotional range... Show us what you're like under stress they say ie. SHOW US YR SEX FACE we really want to know ...And it's the old story/what troubles you/all this raillery rings hollow/I'll have to show my hand after all/And the streets are blue/with psychic residue/they don't care about you and me/or our quarrels/which is just as it should be... A few ounces of pressure/that should pull the trigger/which is why I'm hiding in the cellar now/it's the dream of the social loser/it's a WET DREAM of DISASTER/someday a hard rain's gonna come, and I'll get my payback etc etc...
My idiot son believes in Degenerate son believes in x2 Nothing He hardly ever questions One single thing But now he's getting restless My idiot boy he asks me Is having no children a sign of immaturity? Degenerate son Idiot boy Oh who'd have his life now? Turns up on my doorstep After ten years off absence And asks me if I can make him a sandwich He thinks he's got a licence to Act like some kind of holy fool And are his insights ever going to move you? His attitude needs adjusting He's boring and complaining Won't circumstances force him to see His opinions mean nothing Degenerate son Gold-plated tin Oh I've got his life now ... Sadly In the mirror We are identical It's a cop-out, but I look at him And we are one and the same And we cry, oh we cry Won't you give us something new But not too new ... He's gullible but scornful And his laughter is defensive And you'd better watch out for his sex drive It's quite ugly Because we can't delay our pleasure And we want to keep on pushing The big red button etc
Undertow 04:36
Clumsy 03:39
Clumsy I'm very clumsy Set myself up And hope someone will catch me But I know one day There'll be no more security No more surety To pick up the tab Greedy Yeah, I'm very greedy However much affection is given me It's never enough To be reassuring to Some standard-issue insecurities Never gonna catch me unawares Unawares now, unawares now ...Unless you got some Stealthy shoes on Wake up Suddenly Into a world that no-one wants to know about Prescriptions for fun They all seem to have run out Which we all know isn't so But it's time to reconstruct Never gonna catch me... Unless you got stealthy shoes And you've been to charm school The battle's over now And what have you won? (rpt) Will you take a turn with me through the park...?
B.E.M. Is hassling me B.E.M. Got facts & figures Which don't relate to me And the girl with black hair Is smiling at me I wish she was my enemy B.E.M. Has spidery fingers And eyes that seem only To ever look inwards And the girl... Keeps smiling at me I wish... And I didn't have the heart To tell myself I was distracted I didn't have the sense I gilded the lily till it exploded Gotta get away I'm under scrutiny It's his world Was it a borrowed fascination Or just a symptom?
Lo Drone 04:27
It's a race against the skyline Dawn has set a powder trail And you've got to get back home... It's not very flattering Letching and a-boozing But a privilege to leave yrself behind (sometimes)... Do you think you've found the answer? Well, you know my friend You're very lucky if you do But who knows one day you may find In the twisted maze That it is wrapped all around you And there's no consolation prizes... No consolation prizes Nor is there a law to say there should be ... There's a cold spot over there That little shadow On the stairs Where one will drop the other And when it comes to the end Do you think you'll be kinder Or just more careful at the end x3 And it's slipped right through your fingers So you tell yrself Was a pale passing thing It's not easy Staying wrong


released July 25, 2011

Vocals, guitar, bass gtr, percussion: MF
Beats & loops, bass synth, keyboards: Marko Nardini
Written by MF, produced by MF / MN
London 2010


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Matt Finucane Brighton, UK

“He should be heard by many many people” – Louder Than War
(just building my tomb a brick at a time)


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