Nice Week's Work

reposting this track until it gets recommended or soundcloud admits there's an AI filtering our music; it's immoral to filter a song which is a warning of danger, merely because it's true, and presumably any grown up would see that.  It's also certainly no ruder than other music already available in the public sphere, so prudism and the wrong side of history are currently winning (obviously) 

The time of the petty fascist is again upon us!

AFK at the Wheel

hey mr fireball 
up in the sky
won't you come down and 
burn through dark heights

been raining buckets of cats and dogs
all through the night
won't you poke through 
and help us all get dry


whipping up these storms out in the 
roasting ocean
someone left the gas on 
and now we're all toasted

hurricane in a horse's shoe
nothing left for me and you 
To do but ride the wind 
and hope it'll save our skins


hey mr fireball
reach out and touch us
extend a hand of plasma
and stretch it out toward us

burn away this attitude
that threatens to bore us
a little excitement to pick us up
just before the chorus


whipping up these storms out in the 
roasting ocean
someone left the gas on 
and now we're all toasted

hurricane in a horse's shoe
nothing left for me and you 
To do but ride the wind 
and hope it'll save our skins


hey mr fireball 
out in the night
won't you come round and 
give a little moonlight

pouring out the magic
that shapes all our lives
won't you come round and 
pierce this dark night


whipping up these storms out in the 
roasting ocean
circulation's slowing, then you're
gonna see something

hurricane in a horse's shoe
nothing left for me and you to do
but ride the wind
and hope it'll save our skins


whipping up these storms out in the 
roasting ocean
someone left the gas on 
and now we're all toasted

hurricane in a horse's shoe
nothing left for me and you 
To do but ride the wind 
and hope it'll save our skins

circulation's slowing, then you're 
gonna see something
nothing left to do
but accept what is coming

hurricane in a horse's shoe
nothing left for me and you to do
but ride the wind


Hey mr fireball
I heard what you told us
Everyone else is too
Stupid to notice

Burn away this atmosphere 
That threatens to bone us 
and light up these lizardbrains 
who think that they own us

Hey Mr Fireball

well i
went out for a smoke one day, yeah
standing in the fountain
said i went out for a smoke one day and i 
never came back in
filled me up a jugful and I
was never seen again

well we're lost in the wilderness and we
like to leave it flippin in the wind, said we're 
lost in the wilderness, and i
feel our doom a-calling
i don't even want to tell you
where we land when we stop falling

Said there ain't no button to undo this 
there ain't no fountain of youth
but it's always easier to sell you some shit 
than it is to tell you the truth

neighbour's in the bear trap baby
that he set to catch the zombies
while his dipshit friends are bitchin cryin
bout having women in the army
nothing getting done's any good
but for them's still at the party

well, there ain't no button to undo this
there ain't no fountain of youth
but it's always easier to sell you some shit 
than it is to tell you the truth

Smoking In The Fountain of Youth

Fired up by emberlight
Under the blazing stars
Of Penetanguishene
such a full sky
even to an out-of-date prescription

Thank you, dear wife
for making this happen
even though i still found an outhouse to crap in
we glamped our way
Right through the night

In Penetanguishene
Where the grass was green
But the seaweed was a dingy dirty gray
Seagull Rock was covered in it
Don't know what else we expected
but the beaches
oh the beaches made the perfect day

Going down to the beach after dark
to check out the moving stars
Of Penetanguishene
august star shower
Satellites, UFOs, space station
Lake wind froze our tushes off
so it's back to the campsite
To sit on Big Rock
We glamped our way
Out into the night

In Penetanguishene
Where the firewood sings
And that heavy wind can blow you
across the bay
Awenda Provincial Park, oh
Wife and kids sleeping out in the dark
You put the fire back into my life
at just the right time

Firing up by ember light
Under the blazing stars
Of Penetanguishene...

Penetanguishine

Hello, Hell, public service announcement here, this is your leader speaking.
Heaven has sent a message they've requested be read to all of you, let's see.
Blah bla- it's quite long, I'll summarize, let me just read ahead a bit..

hahahahaha
you fuckin dipshits thought he'd make shit cheaper
hahahahaha
thought you'd found yourselves a fuckin keeper
hahahahaha
they told you so many fuckin times
hahahahaha
that that thief on the cross is not the one you seek for

hahahahaha
and as he turns his fucking head, ahh
hahahahaha
you see in his eyes just what they said, hahaha
hahahahaha
you fucking trolls just owned yourselves SO hard
hahahahah
and he's trickling down pon y'all tards

isn't that good?  the monkey thinks
as he notices the flavour of what he drinks, well

under the bus
bump! bump!
roll with a prick, and you're like to get stuck
under the bus, 
womp thunk
reactionaries gonna react 
on the climb to the top
under the bus,
bump! bump!
the wheel's going round
if you like it or not
under the bus
crunch crunch
revenge of the morons, baby, 
destroying all they have won

some corporate welfare hypocrit rules the world
like it's in putin's pocket
destroying all the datasets
after he cooked the docket

the crops are rotting in the field
your friendships are in tatters
your government does not exist
and nothing you say matters

isn't that good? the monkey thinks
as he notices the emptiness of his beliefs, well

under the bus
bump! bump!
roll with a prick, and you're like to get stuck
under the bus, 
womp thunk
reactionaries gonna react 
on the climb to the top
under the bus,
bump! bump!
the wheel's going round
if you like it or not
under the bus
crunch crunch
revenge of the morons, baby, 
destroying all they have won

under the bus
bump! bump!
roll with a prick, and you're like to get stuck
under the bus, 
womp thunk
reactionaries gonna react 
on the climb to the top
under the bus,
bump! bump!
the wheel's going round
if you like it or not
under the bus
crunch crunch
revenge of the morons, baby, 
destroying all they have won

A Holy Message to the Unholy, As Presented By Your Leader demo

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