This is a song in 3 or 4 parts. Its a long one, or 4 short ones.
The intro is a super dark poem written by Henry and then read by The Young Knives Choir who are all members of our Whatsapp group and Discord.
House x
Mars – Puerto Rican Ghost
I was sad, I was sad as hell when you wouldn’t pick up my calls
I guess the fate was to separate, the writing was on the wall
You had a list of enemies longer than I’d ever seen
So I was not surprised to find you’d decided to hate me
Bury me, bury me today in this homemade bag of meat
And take a guess at the lies I made about you in my sleep
Yummy, yummy, yummy feeling inside
It’s that old familiar sting
I am ashamed of the mess I made when I pushed that steel in
I am ashamed of the mess I made when I pushed that steel in
The buzz was second rate
A sign that this might be abuse
Buyer’s remorse
Takes us to new lows
Hurry up and see what takes
A new nemesis
And its reciprocated
In a sharp terminal exchange of words
You want it
You need it
Love the Knives
Love the Knives
Endorphins flood in fast
It’s a Sad orgasm in a tepid bath
Of fear self-pity and shame
Rinse and repeat till fade
I must admit it’s tempting to appeal to your good sense
But you know your truth and I can’t be arsed
You want it
You made it
Believe it
Love the Knives
Love the Knives
Victim A
Followed by lies followed by misdirection
Victim A
Followed by lies followed by misdirection
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I don’t want to bang on about the meaning behind the song too much. The addiction to self destruction is a strong one. If you are always expecting problems then you will find them. I know, sometimes it’s me. So it was written when I made a friend who I could feel from day 1 was going to look for problems and eventually sack me off.
But it’s not a go at them, it’s a reflection that we are all capable of being like that, especially if our defenses are over developed due to having had bad past experiences with people. I thought that in wrting it, it would remind me to not go looking for problems and be a bit more open with people, especially when you meet people you think, “oh i don’t like that guy, he’s a nob”. I do try and withhold too much judgement because you just don’t know why people have turned out the way they have, and underneath the nobiness theres usually someone who is trying their best.
Hope you enjoyed this track. Thanks so much to the YK Bunker lot for their reading of the poem.
I’m going to list everyone here and if I miss you I am sorry but I think it is everyone:
Victoria Santos, Emilio Dijard, Freya Reilly, Shiv Reilly, Dave Reilly, Elsie Cornish, Andrew Greaves, Lee Coxon, Vicky Coxon, Paul Rowbottom, Ian Parramore, Karen Cornish, Steph Coole, Spencer Clark, Sian Andrews, Patrick Hunter, Maddie Turner, Nanda Burton, Bob Alderdice, Sleeven Hindley, Rich Keeble, OJ Turner, Jon Price, Chris Mines, Robin Moore, Lorraine Russell, Matthew Clifford, Rhona Donnelly, Vinni Cain, Mark McCondochie, Simon Cornish & Martha Cornish.
Thank you chums. XXX