An early early colab between me and Kajati. I didn't think much of it until Kajati rearranged and produced it. 

Song is about... well not wanting to go to work, and worse, not wanting to be at work.

As in...

i walk to work on a conveyor belt
i walk the wrong way but it takes me anyway
past the flowers and the trees
past the homeless on their knees
my office has no colour
subtle shades of grey
someone designed it to be that way
to brighten my day

chorus
mornings come
and then they go
i'd fly paper planes out of the window
but these windows don't open 
and the doors are locked
so we sit here quietly  
and worship the clock

my day at work is a progress bar
measures time spent 
but never seems to end
keep my desk neat
remain in my seat
yet all we wanna do is get up and leave
yeah all we wanna do is get up and leave
 
my journey home is a production line
packed into cans with nowhere to stand

my journey home is a production line
packed into cans with nowhere to stand

my journey home is a production line
packed into cans with nowhere to stand


Walk to Work (remix)

The Failed States is a creative project based in an aged care facility in the leafy suburb of Wantirna, Melbourne Australia. 

Initially a recreational outlet, allowing residents to express themselves through music, poetry and sitting still, The Failed States has since taken on a life of it own. 

Anguished songs about other residents' grandchildren being too loud at the table tennis table, or laments of lukewarm, semi-set pudding were gradually replaced by powerful pieces about climate change, urban decay, relationship breakdown and stolen dentures.

There are no permanent members of The Failed States, we live on, as age, petty rivalries, and forgetfulness takes us all.

The Failed States tries to perform in the common room on the second Tuesday of every month, after lunch.

Walk to Work (remix)

the failed states