frontin
taxi
get in
"'s‘happenin?"
ask him
"album - how’s it goin?"
he’s just
breathin
nerves are
showin
i’m just
breathin
he made silence
shit is mega

he made silence
shit is mega

who does that?

i’ll tell you who fuckin does that
this fuckin taxi driver does that
the album he’s been workin on for ages
is just a silent car journey to my work
and meanwhile i’m just tryin to be vaguely threatenin and tortured and shit

ok
yes
i shoot kids
onto my t shirt
continue to wear it like an impossible parent
think you could tell if you stood adjacent
but i divert eyes
no, correction, i’m like a renegade, yeah
but i’m facing up to shit
no, really it’s ‘cause i can’t fuckin stand lookin at you when i’m talkin to you
i think i’ve become quite unwell

can’t fuckin stand lookin at you
when i’m talkin to you
i think i’ve become quite unwell

aw, it’s all wrong
i just walked, pullin out my leaves
fuckin finger glissin gates
and scuffin my feet
saw them danglin 'neath a tree
fuck, that was so mean
make a note to myself to have a word with me
own worst enemy, apparently
i know i won’t change - radical honesty
still i hate the weight of the inevitability
anyway, you get the gist, it’s a common theme

hit 'em with the

pow papow pow

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written, performed and produced by paddy hog

I.S.H.

written, performed, recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by paddy hog.

LYRICS:

P.H. with a PH
disempowered for the song’s sake
requiem requiem requiem
just died on the first take
this is my new life that i imagined on the train
imbued necessary jeopardy by Perth
that’s what you’re missing
to think that i was coming up coming up on Carnoustie
wrestling with the exposition

i think i might be too smart
i’ve got brains for shit
this is just a whiff after a squirt of Harpic
i get pished, lie, sending messages to myself
oh, and i’m a skilled conversationalist?
oh, and i’m pretty when one gets specific?
rules and regs utterly undone
look, i’m not one to kiss and tell
but i fucked the law and the law cummed

i don’t listen to your chat
the pacing’s fucked
every anecdote: burnt toast
i can just approximate what you said
and i’m always dead close
face in the phone
thumb twitch like a desperate code
peek at your playlist
wait, you shazammed SICKO MODE?
you’re so all over the shop it’s giving me vertigo
fucking front row seat to the world’s smallest violin concerto
sure, yeah, that sounds complicated for you alone
no, fuck you
i’m calling a truce
i’m buzzed off a big stretch
that’ll see me through this afternoon
how’s the fucking service in The Salty Spittoon?
your heart hates working for you 
it’s booing
mine goes boioioioioioing! 
you’re scrolling, scrambling your groioioioin
sorta scared about seed oils lately
i just watched the video for Real Love Baby

P.H.

you bashful catastrophists got another thing coming
it’s nothing
for ever and ever

overeducated
now pockets of knowledge are tethered together
your mind is a helpless fly in the web of the never-remembered
does that make it harder to write?
your reason is wrong
i hate that i know you forever
i hate how i have to feel your weather on my skin
i hate how you also think that you should be dismembered during one of your incredible lie-ins

give a fuck if you wish you were that crustacean in Mainsqueeze
slack cig drag
thinking that you're queen of the harpies
your references do not collide
we are all online
the rest of us are better for it

you bashful catastrophists got another thing coming
it’s nothing
for ever and ever

they could zoom back camera
you’d still be reading lines
shit that you did in the day would still feel like a dream come night time
your work would still be aggressively meaningless
when you’re your own boss
i think it’s a test
i think you should ask the real cost
‘cause if you were really ready to die
you’d be ready to stop chatting about it
deadly
the bop’s a trusty weathered face while you’re shrowded
mythical top
worried your rust’ll spread and that you don't deserve it
you know you don’t
you’re everything you resist and worse
a curse when you look down at her
then it tears you apart when she says you look happier
you thought you never left one impression
like a ghost’s apprentice that got lost on the way to their first lesson
wondering if that’s a pang of hunger
but familiar feelings or cravings have not joined you asunder
there is no more implication or consequence
you’re a tiny little tundra
blinding whiteness
cesspit
i mean, who fucking wondered?

you bashful catastrophists

i feel the twenty in my hand
i feel two twenties

tangled cables in my hand

these lumps on my body
this poison headache 

yous throatfuck irl ?? 
i don’t care anymore
yous throatfuck irl ??

when i let you tell me my name
i’m playing with you, cunt 
you tell me to get on the train
but i rumble already
then i eat shit up

i was done when being done was shit craic
and i’ve got the funds to paint your fucking black dogs back
to liver
liver and white
gold
mask
gold and white

if i save for a while

(get on a train, James)
nah, i’m staying

(yeah, get on a train) 

yous throatfuck irl ?? 
i don’t care anymore
yous throatfuck irl ??
i don’t care anymore
you married the government
i don’t care anymore

little boy
and a big girl

i’m a little boy
and a big girl
and i’m 'that guy'
and i’m a fucking cloud

zero people
zero people around the house

spirits moving now

i don’t feel less free under surveillance
i don’t need you fucking with my sense of embodied experience
i don’t need you coiling around
i don’t need the billow to bag me
and carry me up and down

yous throatfuck irl ??

a three part sort of remix of 'gec 2 ü' by @100gecs

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sitting all alone
and you call me on the phone
and you say “i need love” 

"can you get to me?”

i never say what i mean when i need you

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getting to me
crawling back and making it hurt

your power inside rocks me like a lullaby
but i can’t make my eyelids meet entirely
i’d beg you to not turn the light off if i could

but i have to keep apologising

hot pink-orange sunset leaching as the credits snubbed

i don’t think i fancy stopping tidying
but you made me shiny
already
in a box
you’ve given me my price
i wear a sticker
and cunts say it’s cute and it suits me

but i mean
fuck me
doesn’t this sound like a million things you’ve already heard?
struggling to know myself now
maybe i’ll believe you at some point 

i want to try

(i look outside)

(i don’t know if i can get to you)

i want to squeeze you and be you in alternating moments

(i don’t know if i can get to you)

turn the jar a bit each day so that the flowers do not lean to one side as they reach for the sun

looking for god for you was

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nah

your wisdom is a sun prism
i want a dental gag for when you get sad and go wind pissing
and when my big mouth falls short you’ll say that i glisten
but i’m honoured to be dripping from you
and shivering and listening
it makes me sick how we all want the same things
it’s got me thinking that being scared of just myself was nothing
but feeling cared for on a shelf is too something
i want to be played with and then left under the bed
with fantasies of you forever coming 

fuck

you get to me now

how’d you compose that beautiful silence?
i try it on my own and the dust steals my eyelids
i’m crushed under the weight of my pulse 
and every cell’s sighing 
i don’t want to tell a cunt they’re cataclysmic in my glacial context (I never say what i mean)
i want fuck all up next
i want to be making it hurt as i crawl back 
it’s like, i want to fuck but can't we read about it first?
no, don’t lie flat
everything’s train tracks 
and i’m the cunt with the ropes
twirling my fucked 'stache
Salvador Sally  
counting the bodies
if i've earned it, be honest with me
‘cause fucking myself’s not a big ask
you look at me like that's no task
and that’s all of me
that’s shit i don’t see
your touch, some kind of archaeology
and all but my bones have forgotten me

(can you get to me now?)

(i need this more than you will ever know)

i need this 

(someone has been sleeping in my bed)
the sweat
the ends
the dead

really guzzlin (gec 2 ü remix)

performance video - youtube.com/watch?v=-xAzk2ihKrQ

earlier this month my dear friend @zzaakkiiaa organised a livestream in tribute to SOPHIE that raised money for LGBTQ+ homelessness charity AKT. i was planning on doing a live cover of JUST LIKE WE NEVER SAID GOODBYE for it but the morning i was going to record i, like a big doofus, spilled a tin of SPAR Zero Sugar Blue Bear Energy Drink on my laptop, which did a huge number on it and i had to take it to laptop hospital. it’s back now and i’ve recorded the cover and here it is! please still donate to AKT if you can - www.akt.org.uk/

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