=== Part 0: Streaming === t ti ie n ly do o d onl owns trea mi ownstr eami m atti e kon ou go ga ou nly downstreaming it’ll be ok in the end it’s only downstreaming it’s only downstr tr ma ttie konig it’s only downstreaming it’ll be ok in the end it’s only downstreaming mattie konig y ry a ai a ya yai yi ya === Part I: Whereing === Where’s my puppy dog Where’s the little bell that she would ring With clumsy paws And dew claws In new grass Where’s my HMD Where’s the promise of a thousand worlds With virtual smiles And hotspot tiles In Source 2 Where’s my first true love Where’s her mad dash down the M5 With open gates And certain fates In strange times With newfound grace And hastened pace And soap === Part II: Holding === Oh one day I’ll be babbling to a scavenger about glories I took for granted Oh such wonders In the times when lights travelled down the wires and the angels gilded our lives And the mouth that was dried by ash ate flour mutations informed by fuss And the eyes that were dulled by fire saw feisty finesse at Fester’s Feast And the hands that were ground by strife traced patterns on your gentle skin And the mind that was marred by worms had mars before England ceased to be How can I hold on to something If it’s always just out of reach How can I let go of something If I never held it anyway How can I hold on to something If it’s always just out of reach How can I let go of something If I never held it anyway I may say I’m staying strong but strife may prove my words wrong When deifying little things ensconced in coils and rubber rings I may try to ground myself but ground’s sparse in this bookshelf The tesseract is folding in and I risk being stretched thin But these creeds can’t manifest when you’re out fighting for my hide And I’m flaring on my bed with Otex dripping down my side Please pretty P run away with me find somewhere new for our pity party And don’t send invites to anyone else ‘cos this one’s all on me How can I hold on to something If it’s always just out of reach How can I let go of something If I never held it anyway How can I hold on to something If it’s always just out of reach How can I let go of something If I never held it anyway cuddle with me cling to me so tight ‘cos it’s colder in the NIGHT TIME tell me everything will be ok tell me I’ll still have my salves as the world outside goes NIGHT TIME take away my fear of popping off due to coughs or bowel rot with my art and vibes forgot i slip red eyed into NIGHT TIME NIGHT TIME NIGHT TIME NIGHT TIME NIGHT TIME night time night time night time night time === Part III: Kinging === Where’s my rucksack Have I still got everything I need My headphones My shaving foam My muse On the western line in comfort Speeding past the sea at Exmouth Down the boulevards of concrete Over the glass bridge that’s painted green And Jinx purred as we watched Wings of Honneâmise And in passing I saw through those hopeful eyes When I see you I feel warm and when I’m with you nothing stalks the door When I saw it I saw stars that weren’t quite stars but still shone too bright When I saw it I saw skin that hung in strips over the ribcage IF YOU SEE IT MAKE A NOTE OF WHICH VENTRICLE IT’S COMING FROM IF YOU SEE IT STAY AT LEAST ONE FRIDGE AWAY AND CALL THE TITHINGS === Part IV: Craving === WHERE’S MY RICE CAKES I WANT RICE CAKES I WANT RICE CAKES I WANT RICE CAKES I WANT RICE CAKES I WANT CHIPS I WANT SAUSAGES I WANT CHIPS I WANT SAUSAGES I WANT ICE CREAM I WANT SAUSAGES I WANT ICE CREAM I WANT SAUSAGES I WANT CHIPS I WANT SAUSAGES I WANT CHIPS I WANT SAUSAGES I WANT MADELEINES I WANT SAUSAGES I WANT MADELEINES I WANT SAUSAGES I WANT RICE CAKES I WANT RICE CAKES I WANT RICE CAKES NOW === Part V: Wondering === Truth be told It’s hard in the best of times To put my last year into song To catalogue my rights and wrongs But with a suite It’s harder than it’s ever been At times I want to bin the lot And let my Macbook go to rot Like, why bother When I’m nowhere near the whole This thing I’m trying to put into words So much bigger than me I’m a cog In this infernal machine Too huge to halt or splutter If you pulled me out ERESHKIGAL BUSTIN’ THROUGH TARTARUS BUSTIN’ THROUGH ANUBIS BUSTIN’ THROUGH ETHEL AND ERNEST BUSTIN’ THROUGH Still I’m safe In this city of pleated stone with bas-reliefs on the walls They can’t come in I’ve inscribed a rune on the outer dome and I’ve barricaded the door But it might not be enough To let the waters take me To leave my fate to Horus I’ll have to be proactive To steer my own ship To write my own chorus Drag and drop Cut and paste A vocal here A noise burst there I’ll get it done I’ll put it out I’ll make this song I’LL MAKE IT LAST Even if my meters start to clip Even if my solos hardly rip Even if the jazz metal boosts the bass and takes up space in this frantic race Even if my singing voice can’t project Even if my lyrics fall short of perfect Even if the world’s crashing down around and making me frown in my dressing gown Even if my style was heard before Even if my puns aren’t Pinafore Even if it’s a tale that twists and turns but never quite tells what I’m looking for Even if you think I’m insincere Even if you doubt I was ever here Even if you try to pound me down ‘cos you think I’m being too BLEEDIN’ LOUD === Part VI: Anything === Let this be our last song Let this be the one we’ve waited for Let this be our last song For all 16 and 24 and 32 of you Navvies dug with bleeding hands through plastic soil and metal sands And found a portable hard drive that through some fortune had survived Experts toiled night and day consulting manuals from far away Until they sourced the right lead and hooked it up to a grimy screen Out came beauty from a world informed by joys hard to explain Memories they’d never know in caravans on poisoned plains Oh how they dreamed of a 20s life with so much sweet and so much strife But the postscript remained unseen - did she ever wake up from this madcap dream? I’ll hold on to all I can Until I can’t hold on any more I’ll let go of all I can Until I’m floating free as anything I’ll hold on to all I can Until I can’t hold on any more I’ll let go of all I can Until I’m floating free as anything Free as anything Oh anything Where’s my anything Where’s my anything Where’s my anything === Part VII: Down === it’s district line trains calling in at wimbledon park it’s wayne’s ai dungeon stream with stingst and cornelio it’s belleville and prometheus and alan partridge it’s finishing up the tf2 london pack it’s becoming the woman-aligned lover you wanted to be it’s being proud of your discography it’s dancing on the cutting edge of media synthesis it’s trying so fucking hard to hear our voices it’s sharing laughs with the friends you’ve got and friends still to come it’s basking in the warmth of true love it’s knowing that this will all be dust one day and finding peace in your little slice of existence. it’s only downstreaming it’s only downstreaming it’ll be ok in the end it’s only downstreaming it’s only downstreaming it’ll be ok in the end it’s only downstreaming it’s only downstreaming it’ll be ok in the end it’ll be ok in the end it’ll be ok in the end it’ll be ok in the end it’ll be ok in the end ladalaba ladalaba ladalaba palotpe