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pure misery EP

by Humour

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    12" Vinyl of Humour's debut EP 'pure misery' in Fuschia

    Tracklisting
    1. yeah, mud!
    2. pure misery
    3. dogs
    4. alive and well
    5. jeans
    6. good boys remember well

    Release date: 25th November 2022

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1.
yeah, mud 02:46
pulled him by the strap so he tumbled in beside us, head volleyed over hoofs in a dead dark crevice yeah, mud scatters in the path of the man up top, they’re saying in the back he’s got the sack and given up, and now we’re stuffed. now he’s like a symbol for the dread and the panic, sun spinning like a bowl on a spear in a sky like granite, no sir, haloing his head as in a black felt cloak, it makes me want to laugh like it makes me want to choke. them Cossack steeds, baptised in gunfire, man they look good, tearing through the dark of half past two, their ribs showing. cornered like a fox where his lines got severed, hands motion at the air so the flies don’t get him, look, guts out on exhibition in the water and the blood mix, guarded, scribbling the vitals for his mother in a book. I don’t know what I’d write my mother, I’d creak and bleed, coated in leather. them Cossack steeds, baptised in gunfire, man they look good, tearing through the dark of half past two, their ribs showing. my Cossack breed, half-blind and gun-shy, man he looks good, sleeping on his feet like horses do, his ribs showing. pulled him by the strap so he tumbled in beside us, head volleyed over hoofs in a dead dark crevice, yeah, mud!
2.
pure misery 02:41
I’ve got to tell you something, I’ve got to tell you something. you know I wouldn’t have a microphone if I didn’t have to. I’m the one with the band, man, I’m the one with the band and they told me that I really got to. these four men behind me ask only that I sing, what an amazing platform. my own private podium, I climbed up here to speak and nobody stopped me. hello I’ve got to tell you something. I’ve really got to tell you something. I’ve got to tell you something. I’ve got to tell you something. I really got to and all those lights are angled my way, you see them? I didn’t even practise, I’m just gonna freestyle. what a creature, what grace, said with such commendable taste, give me those ears, I’ve got to tell you something. we march on with a tired theme, light this clown up, give it a name, a message, a picture of pure misery, months in the making, give me another beer, I’ve got to tell you something.
3.
dogs 03:39
the witness, visored gloom, curved like a dome, nothing to do, I should’ve – I should’ve – in one of those closing moments, one-sided, and all of your stones all stacked in a row, let’s go on for a while. alright, just not too far, they keep me awake, I know the day will be hard every day. these stones, not yours, I tell you no more, with contempt and scorn, not yours, not yours. April’s back in bloom. a grassy grave where I buried my dog who still wanders in the fog of the frigid woods, searching strangers, sniffing hands in the twilight lands for my particular scent which he remembers good. I have a new dog now, she treads with dainty paws over headstones, nineteenth century, forgotten professions, forgotten diseases, with time, tragic deaths seem to lose their tragedy. and the strain is Sisyphean, the colours are April back in bloom, back in bloom. and the strain is Sisyphean as it all becomes abstract, an antique fable, and the blossom is nearly cruel. nearly. dull rain, it waters such pain now, just a player on a stage at the last act, in the last light, procession of shadows whom death had undone, death had undone. up, line them up, every coward for reassembly, every able-bodied husk for the war or the wall, but always the gun, always the gun. and the strain is Sisyphean, so many of them perennially kicking scrap, picking bones, pushing stones. and the strain is Sisyphean, the colours are April back in bloom, back in.
4.
I was so confused, I couldn’t understand it. I tried to please too many people and somehow every one of them is pissed off at me. the exact opposite of what I intended has materialised, and now everyone I know who’s alive and well is pissed off at me, including me. going long, I push the waves back, kicking down in all that blue and black, dig em in and reach an impasse, never ever not going to feel that. I was so confused, I couldn’t understand it. I tried to please everyone to no more than a sufficient degree, and somehow every party suspected this was my intention. and everyone’s pissed off at me. everybody. everyone’s pissed off at me. going long, I push the waves back, kicking down in all that blue and black, dig em in and reach an impasse, never ever not going to feel that. gone far, but haven’t looked back, fading intellect, yeah, that’s what you said – there, the only cataclysm. I build a blaze there, yeah, it’s pushing night-wide. going long, I push the waves back, kicking down in all that blue and black, dig em in and reach an impasse, never ever not going to feel that. gone far, but haven’t looked back, fading intellect, yeah, that’s what you said – there, the only cataclysm I recognise.
5.
jeans 03:48
I’m surrounded by bad losers, they want the worst for me, and I’ve lost friends along the way, but they held me back anyway. I don’t know fear, I come first place, I’m the best of my age, I’m a dangerous man, I don’t call back, I come first place, and I’m cutting me out, why shouldn’t I do it? Just to do it. Have to do it. I can do it, I can do it, I can do it, I can do it, I can do it just like anybody. why shouldn’t I, why shouldn’t I, why shouldn’t I, why shouldn’t I do it? when I walk in a room, yeah, well I just start walking weird, when they pass me the ball, well I drop it and they say “nice hands.” I took my car for an M.O.T, and they laughed at my jeans, and the size of my car. what’s wrong with my jeans? I specialise in tough love and coming first place, tell everyone that I make my own luck, that’s why I come first. I don’t take shit, I come first place, oh there’s someone at the door? well they’re gonna have to wait. I don’t say thanks, I come first place, no one to thank but myself, no one to ask for a friend. just to do it. have to do it. when I speak at the lectern, well I butcher my speech, and in dreams I’m a lawyer being chased by a dog. I queued that song because I like it, I wasn’t trying to say anything about myself or my taste. when I walk in a room, yeah, well I just start walking weird, when they pass me the ball, well I drop it and they say “nice hands.” I took my car for an M.O.T, and they laughed at my jeans, and the size of my car. the size of my car. what’s wrong with my jeans? what’s wrong with my jeans?
6.
official reports in the basement, 118 dead, what about 23 in the sixth through ninth compartment? attaining their refuge in the small ninth compartment, hunkered down in the bowels of the falling can and survived for more than 6 hours. 23, as oxygen ran low, attempted, in the oily water, a cartridge replacement, exploded on contact, triggered a flash fire, killed several sailors and consumed, consumed, yeah. couldn’t bring the boys back, 23 packed in the ninth section casket, eggs in baskets at time of the resurrection, good boys remember well, well, well, well, well, said I couldn’t bring the boys back, August bad luck, a devil on board, please follow me down in time for the ascension, good boys remember well. they chime and fracture, shells red and rimey and thick, like water pouring in, flooding the hallway, 6 hours, flooding my pipes. said it’s extraordinary, utterly fanciful, sending shockwaves, impossible as the actual end, god, it fills a vacuum with rage and impatience and fury and depth, impossible depth, less than half – more than half of its displacement, official reports in the basement, I couldn’t bring the boys back in time for the ascension, no. I said yeah, yeah, yeah, sad I couldn’t bring the boys back, August bad luck, a devil on board, don’t follow me down in time for the ascension, good boys remember well, well, well, well.

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released November 25, 2022

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