I am so happy to have finally found this song after a 25 year search (I had it on cassette with no details!! I could have sworn there were string quartet passages at the start and to finish. Please could you send me the full version if possible alblahbla@hotmail.com

"The Dayjobs"

start the coffee 
feed the dog
a final peace 
before the slog

up at five 
the crack of dawn
my bladder is 
my new alarm

bound to chains 
of nine to five
we’re desk jockeys 
we’re half alive 

tinnitus 
incessant rings
above the drone 
of meeting pings

The Dayjobs.
The Dayjobs.

weekend’s here
no time to rest
its just a different 
kind of stress

fix the washer
clean the shed
mow the lawn 
to stay ahead

basement studio
late at night
American Dream
we'll rewrite

open sores
domestic dread
thinning devilock
on my head

S-B-O-J-Y-A-D

we are the Dayjobs 
here’s what we’re about 
we are the Dayjobs 
here’s what we’re about 
suburban sprawl 
financial woe
we don’t have time 
to play a show

we are the Dayjobs 
here’s what we’re about 
we are the Dayjobs 
here’s what we’re about 
suburban sprawl 
financial woe
we don’t have time 
to play a show

D-A-Y-J-O-B-S
The Dayjobs
D-A-Y-J-O-B-S
The Dayjobs
D-A-Y-J-O-B-S
we just spelled
The Dayjobs

The Slog EP

The Dayjobs

I am the omnimal 
I’m from the everywhen 
I eat a dead cow 
to transcend who I am

grass underfoot
sky overhead
meat on my plate
spirit is fed
glow of the embers
charcoal’s white light
grill conquers darkness
I conquer the night

grass fed beef I will buy
cardiac arrest I will die
steakholder meating 
anemia’s retreating 
my humors! my flesh!
my humors! my flesh!

I am the omnimal 
I’m from the everywhen 
I eat a dead cow 
to transcend who I am

i slather on sauces 
I’m alive, I’m rotund 
I work sixty hours 
four ribeyes I fund 
all of my humors
are tightly aligned 
steakholder meating
physique is refined

lay me to rest 
in a bovine stampede
my body becomes grass 
on which cattle feed 
the shank it infuses 
my bile and my phlegm 
I eat a dead cow 
elevate above them 

I am the omnimal 
I’m from the everywhen 
I eat a dead cow 
to transcend who I am

I Am The Omnimal (Steakholder Meating)

A very interesting track that weaves in and out of dub influences to industrial influences. Features Caroline Blind (from the band, Sunshine Blind) on backing vocals (and main vocals during the middle 8 for those paying attention).
 
I (I'm T.bias) wrote this song after I had a very intense dream where my body and self was entirely made up of poetry, but I was stuck in a living hotel in Germany where I stayed in a large hot tub that was also a, well, almost a slough or swamp. I could also see through the walls and was taken care of by the owner of the hotel because I apparently was going through withdrawals of some medication.
 
Yes, my dreams are vivid surreal meals of the mind!

Here In Deutschland

Caroline Blind, of Sunshine Blind, makes a special appearance as the lead vocalist in this T.bias produced track.

Now Or Never (feat. Caroline Blind)

Fryday Head Thump

Idiopathic

Experiments

Mosquito Night

New version of the song originally recorded February 2017 at Emerald Age Recording, Vista, CA. Lead vocals, guitar and bass recorded December 2017 at Emerald Age. Both sessions produced by James Page and The Strawberry Moons. 
Lyrics:
 don't know where my phone is
I already lost it today
I don't know where I'm going
I just started walking at my usual pace

And if there's someone out there
Who's got the key to my cage
I'd like to meet a mister who can
Count on my misbehavior
To point me in direction of a
Smiling face
I'm looking for my smiling face
Point me in direction of a 
Smiling face

Come fly down to danger island
Give me just a minute to explain
I can't decide which way I want to lean in
I'm trying to determine if my better half will stay

Cause I could swear we're falling
Off the same hills we made
And if you are the mister will you
Count on my misbehavior
To point me in direction to a
Smiling face
I'm looking for my smiling face
Point me in direction of a 
Smiling face

And I could swear we're falling 
Off the same hills we made
And if there's someone out there
Who's got the key to my cage
I hope you are the mister will you
Count on my misbehavior
To point me in direction to a
Smiling face
I'm looking for my smiling face
Point me in direction of a 
Smiling face

Until The End

The Slow Poisoner

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