The View Before We Hit The Water

by Jamie Hamilton

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released August 5, 2016

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Track Name: Cocaine Carousel
You're talking circles around yourself again.
Cocaine carousel, cardboard friend.
You're so fucking relevant, eloquent and interesting,
You're the axis of everything — fearless and fumbling.
But you need the fuel and I need the company.
So I'll take the distractions
& you take whatever you need.

You're chasing rabbits after dark again.
Dull pain, masking tape, dancing man.
Tonight's insignificant, indifferent: magnificent.
You're the river of everything — gradually emptying.
But I need the colour and you need the medicine.
It's losing its attraction
But we'll still be here again.

Where did our fire go?
We used to glow
But now we don't.
Track Name: I can't make out the sharks through the static
There's greed in the West
But I ignore it.
The city's coloured in red
But I feel okay.
There's a smile in a suit
& he's lying to you,
Though he speaks like it's the truth.
I look away — I've got enough to do today.

There's a child in a dress
But I endure it.
She's singing songs about sex
& the world knows her name.
She's crowded around
By a prosthetic cloud
So she won't have time to think,
When it dissipates — somebody new will take her place.

There's a fire in the East
But I ignore it.
They speak different to me
So I can't relate.
"The lines have been drawn
So just stay in your own."
Is what the modern kings all say.
I look away — my paper walls will keep me safe.

. . .

There's a voice in my head
But I ignore it.
It follows me to my bed
& it keeps me awake.
It says, "Do something of worth
With your time on this Earth."
But I don't know what it means.
Lock it away — I've got enough to contemplate.
Track Name: Idolology
Tried shouting into empty rooms,
Now I'm whispering in crowds.
Nobody listened then,
& nobody's listening now.
Tired limbs are treading water
Inside the heads of people smarter.
I should've left before last orders
Now I'm in bed with a rich man's daughter.
You might not believe me —
But I don't want to be believed.

Just carve my words on your collective arms,
Stitch every letter into who you are.
Hang like a cross from my angular frame —
Learn my name.

The left need a parrot and a poster boy
& the right they need a brain.
The angle is different,
But the picture is still the same.
Tired ogres, blaming others,
Waving paper — sweet as a sugar.
Family man and loyal lover,
Now he's in bed with the mayor's brother.
The others will rub their hands
When this one hits the fan.

Just carve his words on your collective hearts,
Stitch every moral into who you are.
Fly like a flag in his daily parade —
Shout his name.

. . .

Just carve my words on your collective arms,
Stitch every letter into who you are.
Hang like a cross from my angular frame —
Learn my name.
Track Name: Us In Atlantis Pt. I
The balance beam was once a breeze for me.
Amber drink in hand, I'd dance courageously;
I couldn't fall — I thought I was fearless.
I never saw you swim through my peripheral.
In awkward grace, you whispered something cynical
But I didn't hear you the first time.

The city breathes, we are the dust that gets sucked in.
& the mannequins are cleaner than we've ever been.
Let's get a job behind a bar
& say that we make art.

The country is too quiet,
You need the noise to think.
With breakfast served at 5am
& pretension in the drinks.
Hypocrisy can taste so heavenly.

I never saw you swim through my peripheral.
In awkward grace, you whispered something cynical,
I fell, I'd fall a thousand feet to get to where you are.

Next to a multi-storey car park
That looked like a hotel,
We made stories about strangers
As if we knew them well.
A prejudice that's never felt so pure.
Track Name: Bow. Curtain. Everybody Cries.
Panic and perfume
Litter our curfew,
I wrestle the spectrum
That dances around you.
It can't be the truth.
It can't be the truth.

So top up my glass
& take off your dress.
Lie on the bed
Let's do things we'll regret.
I want to forget.
I want to forget.

There's no heart in this Hercules —
Just a footfall counter,
Money market love song.
& I tried to turn it off
But now I just hum along.

Put on your camouflage of words,
We're leaving the house.
Keep it small — keep it polite,
You're one of them tonight.
So strap on your shoes,
We'll find a name to use.
We'll find a mask that fits.
We'll find a story that sticks.
I think this is it.
i think this is it.

There's no heart in this Hercules —
Just a footfall counter,
Money market love song.
& I tried to turn it off
But now I just hum along.

Sweetheart, you need to speed up.
So the barrier guillotines.
So this carrier submarines.
Until the silence is deafening . . .