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Light and Shade

by Mattie Konig

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Luna/Vivi I'm a sucker for prog rock and metal, what can i say. Work In Progress gives off huge 80s prog rock vibes which I LOVE. There's also a song (Funk Detail) that has a lot of references to Source Engine mapping (hi fellow source dev!) and I lost my shit when I first heard it. Anyway, buy this album, you wont regret it. Favorite track: Work in Progress.
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1.
Kits screaming joohab claims the viceroy His trousers split from head to heel The A-Z is soon consulted This coach will skip the road to hell My body This body Work in progress cut the folicles Go on maybe one day I’ll look nice Work in progress cover up the stubble Go on maybe one day I’ll feel good One day Suck my nutsack I think I’d look good with much more wait That’s not just Mike Ink saying that That lyric is a genuine feeling Not meant to be a shock attack I’m sorry So sorry Work in progress trim the eyebrow slug Go on maybe one day I will pass Work in progress cover up the bulge Go on maybe one day they won’t stare One day - Hey Mattie! What’s in a name? What’s in a game? What you gonna do with your darkest shame? Singing ‘bout scares like your life’s gonna end But you still got time - trust me, I’m a friend And you keep me close and your enemies closer You were your own when they called you OSA Now you’ve moved on but your fear has hastened Your step has faltered - in a word, wastered Hey! Mattie! It takes time! You’re gonna get better and you’re gonna feel fine You’re gonna get loved and you’re gonna get fans You’re gonna redefine what it means to be trans Hey! Mattie! It takes time! You’re gonna get better and you’re gonna feel fine You’re gonna get famous and you’re gonna get rich You’re gonna rock the ARP Soloist Work in progress soundin’ good Work in progress lookin’ good
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3 12 💩 I’ve lost my voice yelling Over and over Imaginary spectres Haunting my spine What brain dead half mongrelled rut have I shat myself into now The company rides On horseback and sides Through Vauxhall Cross To the heart of darkness Nobody’s torn Viz vox vilify Seventeen quickets Til the sun comes down Coming on but not Disgracing the screens With all that I fear In Discord calls Stop Time out Let’s see what’s going on here More pressure than those tourist coin things More moaning than a Skatgobs concert More screaming than a Lara Croft fall Let me remind you That nothing is ever as bad As your mind can make it seem It’s hard I know But try to hold on to the bright things That you know will make you smile Don’t cling to dark It won’t help if it’s all you live by Friend you need some light and shade Enough! Enough! Triple bellied bull No more of this ponce worded help yourself crap Enough! Enough! Wiktionary bull Disgrace to the world I say Disgrace to the world Crumb laced pockets Maze phones and wallets And spiral stairs Climb Macbook sockets Pick Rick pretensions Cause big brain Wojak And failed aspirations Cause sad horse Bojack Purple popes melting On stairs in Odessa And triple jacked steeplehammer Jessop jessop jessop For long the future Debasing the scenes With all that I hate In chiaroscuro Oh woe What’s this Another life to save Another company to float Another restless night Oh why Must you cry And bleed yourself to ash The fire and the water sting But I’ll apply a balm And rescue you like squid from the dark depths of the Pacific Ocean Let me remind you That life’s full of devious turns If they come don’t be surprised It’s hard I know But death love and pain won’t not happen That’s what being human’s like Don’t cling to dark It won’t help if it’s what you swear by Friend you need some light and shade What? You think you’ll get away from me that easily? I’ll always be here Corroding your headspace What have you got to say for that? Well WELL W E L L Let me remind you That this world is full of such beauty Inbetween the fear and hate It’s hard I know But trust that the sun will prevail And break through the cloudy skye Don’t cling to dark It won’t help if its tune you sing by Friends you need some light and shade
3.
Change Come 03:23
Last time my lyrics had me fly as I grew a pair of wings Now it just seems like they’re shrivelled and atrophied TF may seem like a subject best saved for the grotty web But it applies to my journey and what I now need What will I become Maybe something cute Maybe something round Or someone good Either way Change come quick Change come soon Change come raise me from my tomb Make sure my form ain’t dead and pale Change come quick Change come free Change you better not cost me A happy life is not a sale Piggy in writing lets me maximise who I used to be Fishy in rammy lets me love where I wanna go Raykin in crywank makes bridges between my fancies and hers Badger in peri and ame taps into mine What will I become Maybe something dumb Maybe something slow Or someone fun Either way Change come quick Change come soon Change come raise me from my tomb Make sure my form ain’t dead and pale Change come quick Change come free Change you better not cost me A happy life is not a sale
4.
——————————————————— Cast of characters in order of appearance: ALL CAPS = Barahnavoir (a mamuthone) small caps = Junuisse (an issohadore) ‘quote marks’ = Francis (a news reporter) >meme arrows = Rafielle (a local elder) ——————————————————— I’M BARAHNAVOIR THE MAFIPULATING MAMUTHONE WITNESS ME SHUFFLE DOWN THE COBBLES JINGLIN’ MY LOOSE CORAL BACK A FORMATION IN PELTS COUNTENANCE ASKEW THE LONG FACED MOAI OF GENERATIONS UNTOLD NO SMILES FOR TOURISTS JUST WAVERIN’ TRADITION BUT I DIDN’T SPROUT ON MY OWN? DID I? DID I? DID I? i am junuisse the inglorious issohadore witness me jig down the alleys furling my luxe pleated rope a herding of the females countenance a-blanche the blank faced shepherds of scraggly demons no smiles for tourists just wavering tradition but i didn’t sprout on my own? did i? did i? did i? HUPPITY HUP HUP YOU GOTTA COME DOWN boy don’t you got no sense of style? FUCKITY FUCK I AIN’T GONNA COME DOWN that woolly brown skin is soooo last century… SHIGGITY SHAN SHAN YOU GOTTA COME DOWN raw me from behind and i’ll call you granddad! DICKORY DOCK I AIN’T GONNA COME DOWN you have a lamb chop and your brain stops ticking… EIGHT TWELVE eight twelve eight twelve eight twelve EIGHT TWELVE EIGHT TWELVE eIgHt TwElVe EiGhT tWeLvE eIgHt TwElVe EiGhT tWeLvE eIgHt TwElVe EiGhT tWeLvE ‘…megafauna researchers from the mainland found disturbing implications on the moors: long-faced “human” skulls and fossilised half shells, strange droppings, and the tracks beside them were fresh…’ >there is no ancience here that would benefit you to know about. >there is no upside to be found from straying off the paths dictated by the farmers-cum-guides. >there is no profitable bullion waiting for you in the uncharted caves and crevasses. >there is nothing but maxilla that came out wrong, pairs of gleaming little onyxes, and the chiming of stranger bells yet. No trembling carriga to save you No aftershow Nothing but the scrape of broad flat nails on stone A scream mixes with another scream A jugular is torn A braying cry in the Sardinian night A baby cries in the Sardinian night Somewhere on the ferry a journalist is seized The SD card with his snaps is thrown overboard Somewhere in the town square a hayhand shuffles by Another year of keeping this island’s secret safe Somewhere in the thicket a breeding pair is stalked By redcoat men who see them make love and hell on grass No smiles for tourists Just natural selection But they did evolve on their own They did They did They did Daemonthropus setosus MAMOIADA? I HARDLY KNEW HER!!! oh do behave you slut!!! WHAT? CAN’T A BITCH HAVE A BIT OF FUN ONCE IN A WHILE? a bit more than fun, dontcha think? WHATCHU GABBERIN’ ON ABOUT??? well, hun, you really don’t know your origins as well as ya should… YEAH I’M UNSPEAKABLE FEAR IN ANTHRO FORM -- GIVE ME A BREAK!!!!
5.
Why am I always so surprised When I see what’s been going on Sycophants grasping for the prize Climbing the crowdfund echelons Why does it seem they never learn Scamming the many for the few One day I’ll tell those spineless worms Omae wa mou shindeiru Why am I always so sublime Thinking up worlds inside my head Burdened by way too much spare time Smiling outside but feeling dead Why does it seem I never learn Even as I sing this here song Get what you give and in return I will adore you one by one Why are they all so asinine Trashing what they don’t understand Facing their fears from nine to five Spreading their hate all through the land Why does it seem we never learn A million years of past mistakes Rhyming won’t happen in these lines Now you see why I’m not well known O Lord forgive me I’ll take my chances O Lord forget me Six times a saviour Love Love Love Bootlickin’ love Chuck up jams ’n’ jellies on toast of London Deadname Berry the maggots - Oh worm big mood mad eye no cry cis PC benchmark I Will Destroy ISIS - Fuck shit avenue big doink amish hermit’s Herman Goerring & der Club of Gore Vidal Sassoon oh soon the light and shade I just done that jam WE CONTROL THE SENATE AND THE COURTS Love Love Love Bootlickin’ love Love is the foundation of the human condition Love is the foundation of the human condition Love is the foundation of the human condition The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell (The chapter writes the count The aftermath of challenge They’re after us It’s up to us The chapter writes the challenge Help us out and play us out It’s underneath the town God help us Just get us out The chapter writes the challenge) 1. And They were armed, all brandishing blunt force weapons of many kinds and varieties; 2. And They were mad, the fury of the late stage’s fruits bubbling over to collective indignation; 3. And They were mobile, steadily moving on twos and fours approaching the disgustingly glazed reception; 4. And They were there, and with the first tele’ thrown through the plate glass, reclamation could begin! Mini guillotines deployed in their masses finally toppling the psuedo oligarchies of the union; gutshed accompanying the long awaited topple of ossified hierachies that for too long have restrained mankind’s almost infinite grasp! Wall Street and the Square Mile and the Central District all a-crumblin’ and a-implodin’; the spilt blood of the innocents and the enslaved and the oppressed at last given some kind of rudimentary redemption!! The television networks! The newspapers! The movie and music industries! Internet and farms and fisheries and power plants and waste disposal and global governments subdued and replaced with sustainable and regionally subsidised equivalents! MILLENNIAL REVOLUTION BABEY!!! O Lord forget me Take back my chances O Lord forgive me No second glances Why am I always so surprised When I think just how cute you are One day we’ll meet and I’ll be yours And you’ll be mine
6.
Why can’t you speak a single sentence without Invoking red-blocked 🅱️ emoji stolen From black America’s undervalued mouth Is it so hard to rein in the dummy heads With glowing eyes who speak like a gentleman Your spicy zest’s bereft of meaning my friend In lieu of any real comfort some say “You’re valid” and then leave it at that I know it’s just a silly thing but I still worry If you’re concerned with making your mark on life Producing work that holds against time’s cruel lurch There’s better ways to go than ephemeral .jpegs of Shaq saying whomst I’ve done some of this A few many times More than I’d like Gotta turn over a leaf There was no h3h3 Under the reign of Thutmose Honour the time worn ways Discard your fragile jokes They didn’t call dogs ''g o o d b o y e s'' When pyroclast charred Pliny Be true to real life Abandon irony There was no A. Fantano Under the Ostrogoths Your page is losing likes Your mind is going soft They didn’t say ''nice meme :^)'' When Onfim made his drawings Bring back sincerity Praise be this list of things: “bless the homes, the fireplaces, the kitchens, the ampitheaters, the bathhouses, the temples, the monasteries, the idols, the statues, the mosaics, the marketplaces, the pyramids, the ziggurats, the tombs, the graves, the skulls, the bones, the body casts, the cairns, the masks, the mounds, the tablets of wax and clay, the alphabet practice, the doodles, the epics, the poems, the heated floors, the cities, the smiles, the tears, the ashes, and all other survivors of time immemorial. i am so, so proud of you.”
7.
Funk Detail 01:50
Starting with an alpha build Click and hold and drag and drop Ending with a subway train Looking like the actual thing Using textures from a world Half removed in Washington And the eastern Balkan lands Viktor’s bluish pride and joy Other engines race ahead But this turbine takes it slow Hard to gauge where matters stand When your props are decades old Padagon arrhymia Speaking in another ear Turn to see the fleeting tooth With a care without a fear Through the albedo I see what I’ve made Through the BSP I see what I’ve done - VRAD fast will help your load times but your world won’t look so real - Hint markers will help the baddies make their way across the landscape - env_sun makes the solar globe appear beyond the 3D skybox - Choose your engine branch with caution; some games don’t have all the features - If you’re doing CS:GO we’ve got too many bloody aim maps - Stealing assets is a bad move (see the mod Hunt Down The Freeman) - If you need help talk to TopHATTwaffle; he knows more than I do - Something retching in the darkness where the urine trickled through Everything comes to Hammer The units in powers of two Wilderness of displacement Buildings of brushes too func_button func_physbox func_ladder func_detail
8.
The statue of the Engineer cost thirty pounds in cash He looked so good upon his stand a gods of gods was he The statue of the Engineer was cast in hardened resin He wore his bony biosuit without a helmet trunk The statue of the Engineer was cast aside by my hand I’d had enough of someone’s shit and I just lost control The statue of the Engineer now lies without a foot He’s still a god but now he stands for all I’ve had to bear and take
9.
In the land beyond the stars Lies the lord of our domain Dirty ball a thousand wide Speaking out forbidden names Casting out the pumice stones In a prayer of shock and awe Like a jig before the stocks It’s the thing that Danforth saw What a shame we’ll never get to taste this foul dominion In the land beyond the stars Lies the field of melting gold Scarring blisters on our eyes Whether young or prime or old Casting out the strip basalt Like a plane without a wing To Arachne’s spitting mouth Let us gather round and sing What a shame we’ll never get to lick this fleeting Irkalla Oh It’s so tiny and yet so huge Isn’t it? So much could happen in eighty years Less or more So many people could cross my path You’re dry as the autumn breeze Cold as the winter freeze Wet as the showers of spring And then summer dries your hopes Your time’s my time Please let me in And now the verdant sons Take to the stage in a blaze of fire Flooding our hearts with the bitter lie that we’ll see him again And now Lenny’s lad Upholds the ways that’d make pa proud Trying his best though he might feel otherwise He’s doing great If you think there’s nothing else That the scripture’s wasted ink You will charm oblivion Casting out your time to think If your confidence wins out And you face the night alone You’re a braver bitch than I For I fear the time to go What a shame we’ll never really know until we’re burned or boxed Oh It’s for Charlie that cheeky lad Isn’t it? It’s for Farx and his snarky ways It’s for that beacon of love Jasmine There could be judgement of sorts There could be a second chance There could be oblivion But if it’s real and not false I will see you beyond Charon
10.
So Far 05:49
Licking the jodphurs one by one Scran in a big cast iron trough Fucking the antimacessars Congratulations it’s a boy Stimming in Simeon Stylite’s chair Mapping the inside of a skull Shittalking Ryan’s Toy Review Looking for meaning in my self Will rightness find its way into my life Healthy food Stability And friends I know in person Or have the planted seeds doomed me to failure Childhood fears The internet A destiny as a recluse Why should this all matter anyway when I won’t know where my legacy will lie In the meantime will the people listen or am I just singing to an empty room Geofftech’s railways and Jerma’s gameplays My PC’ll never be that fast Griffin’s goofers and Coogan’s bloopers My jokes won’t make that many laugh Avey’s screaming and Unreal’s streaming They’re all distractions from this ride Lemonposting and Leftbook roasting My ass has blisters from the slide Bunty Stent Bаrry Spаggot Open mic night An Exeter dive The crowd is now my therapist Ryfоld Rоad Wimbledon Cannizaro to Elmers End My heart lies each side of the Thames Am I making the right choice Will NEETitude be my outlook Or can my quirky creations Propel me to some sunny brook time endless out me before Am I what you folks see in me Or am I what I see in you Am I just taking nonsense Or is there a chance my efforts will pay off Exposure A record deal An audience of loving fans Iconoclasts turned institutions Touring vans turned private jets Is this what I really want Or do I desire a way to live without starving or leeching off my mum and dad ‘Cos I have never thought ahead I’ve taken early death as given Now I find myself an adult but I don’t feel ready for the slings and arrows I would rather stay with gibes and gambols But I can’t hide I can’t run I can’t put this farce on permanent halt I’m so tired Of singing songs that don’t connect Of repeating the time worn conventions Of never knowing anything like peace The Quietus would savage my singing The good that men do is oft interred with their bones I’m no man I’m not good I have nothing You’ve come so far You’ve lost so much But don’t look back Mattie You’ve got a life Get out and live I’ve come so far I’ve come so far I’ve come so far I’ve come so far
11.
Take Time 04:35
It will take time So please be patient You’ll see peace Even if strife Comes first These things take time And we don’t have a lot Before the end But before then We can make it count It will take time But don’t ever give up I love you so much And now I will say goodbye

about

I’ve been writing these songs since around August of 2017, although the year-long gap between the release of this and my last full-length makes it seem like a lot longer. In many ways, this album is a summary of my songwriting adventures so far; it’s fair to say that I’ve combined (perhaps subconsciously, perhaps intentionally) the symphonic prog stylings of my self-titled debut album, the indietronica flirtations and trans themes of Here Comes A Special Boy?, the deeply personal lyrical introspection of Cerulean Impulses, and even the sample-bending silliness of my mashup EPs.

Within the twists and turns of these tracks you’ll find a veritable cornucopia of themes: Source engine level design, body hair dysphoria, Prometheus action figures, fear of death, a mini-opera about the appropriation of Sardinian folk rituals, the legacies left by surreal memes in comparison to those left by ancient civilisations, stream-of-consciousness rants, the innermost recesses of my psyche, and everything in between. There's the usual slew of guest appearances and, for the first time on a Mattie Konig album, every song has vocals - so there's plenty for all you lyrical analyst types to digest.

Of course, describing the album is a reductive and futile exercise compared to actually listening to it. So put on a good pair of headphones, pour yourself a bowl of microwave chips, have the lyrics up on your phone or computer screen (highly recommended), slam that play button (buying the bloody thing beforehand is also highly recommended), and enjoy this musical gift from me to you. I hope it provides a valuable insight into my mind, and is as fun and frustrating to listen as it was for me to make it.

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released April 11, 2018

Mattie Konig - composition, production, sequencing, vocals, keyboards, acoustic guitar, melodica, violin, recorder, percussion, field recordings, cover design
Hailey Grey - cover portrait

~THE WORK IN PROGRESS SQUAD~
Sympolite - string strummin'
Ebilflindas - mic rockin' (party equality commission)
Venator - cyber bleepin'
Dani Lee Pearce - fae summonin'
Nicolas DiFiglia - axe shreddin'

Special thanks: Ashley, Samanthuel, Tamsin, Issy, Jasper, Kevin, Josh, Jake, Sarah, Sam, Hugo, Luke, Charlie, Martin, Jared, Sherry, Paulette, Davin, Marcy, Bar, Muthur, Nad, Sheila, Betty, Annie, Kate, Treen, Jamie, Dr. Smith, Hayley, Roxy, Ollie, Jessica, Phil, Inez, Anthony, Hogan, Kenny, Reuben, Jessi, Jasmine, Farx, Howl, all my muscial influences, everyone I've forgotten, and anyone else who's helped me be

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