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As you sit and contemplate your life and you're wondering how come it all means so little
Why did no one ever tell you that life isn't a run-through and that it could all slip by so quickly?
But you know, the honest truth is that while you are the centre of your own universe, self-awareness is just a quirk of evolution that tricks our brains into thinking we matter
Existence will continue without you, even as your own existence drains away and fades to black
That's right! There is no "living on", no heaven we just stop and return to the same blackness "from whence we came"
It is up to you whether you find that comforting, or if it terrifies you.
Other animals don't know that they can stop living and so they only respond to an instinct to avoid pain and suffering
For other animals, there is no existential angst that sits at the back of their minds...
You weren't afraid to be born (so why are you afraid to die)?
You weren't afraid to be born (so why are you afraid to die)?
...occasionally popping up to remind them
that their days are numbered
We always pretend that our own deaths are a distant event
"Not yet!" we cry and "Too soon" when events transpire to force us face to face with our own fragility
We fool ourselves that "life expectancy" is a promise
We think that when we are 45, we are halfway through our lives, before dropping dead at 52
This is the reality and if it wasn't for our serotonin-addled thinking boxes, we would have to face the truth on a daily basis
You see, we are hard-wired with a positivity bias...
We always think that we will be in the percentage that wins
"This [insert fatal illness, car crash, murder] can't happen to me" we think
This is what EVERYone facing death has always thought
"The odds will be on my side"...
It is a delusion based on our inability to imagine reality without our presence
"How can it go on without me"...
This is the curse of self-awareness and a positivity bias
It is the depressed (those unable to gorge on serotonin and the myriad other brain chemicals) that see it as it is
When they say "What is the point?", or "I just can't keep doing the same thing day after day", they are expressing a truism that the rest of us are unable to acknowledge...
we spend our whole lives learning, growing, working, only for it to end.... permanently
Just like every other human that has gone before
The vast ranks, stacked on each other's shoulders and pressing against the ceiling that separates our realm from a non-existent heaven
But death is OK... nothing to be feared... like a switch turning off
That doesn't mean we should crave it or end our lives on a whim just because it's a rainy day
Every year is precious, every month is precious, every minute is precious, and every second is precious
You weren't afraid to be born (so why are you afraid to die)?
You weren't afraid to be born (so why are you afraid to die)?
Just try to face the reality of your eventual non-existence. I don't want to live on through my work, I want to live on in my apartment
So, when you want to imagine a world without you, think of it before you were born
Where were you then? The truth is that you were nowhere and you will go back to nowhere, once again
Embrace this truth and make it your own
It is your shield and your armour
It is your comforter at 5 a.m. on the darkest night
Hope is what holds you back. Hope of eternal life, hope of continuance
You do your best and then end of story
You weren't afraid to be born (so why are you afraid to die)?
You weren't afraid to be born (so why are you afraid to die)?
Why are you afraid to die?
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What is that flower called?
Can Daisy come for tea?
Why do birds fly away?
Can I keep that bee?
Sunbeams and parasols
Rain drops to magnify
Failing light and damaged dolls
No one left to pacify
Are you somewhere nearby?
Don't stray away
Your sister must be waiting
And your father hates to stay
Sunbeams and parasols
Rain drops to magnify
Failing light and damaged dolls
No one left to pacify
Why were we abandoned?
Along a wooded way
Hear these tiny children
Asking us to stay
Sunbeams and parasols
Rain drops to magnify
Failing light and damaged dolls
No one left to pacify
Sunbeams and parasols
Rain drops to magnify
Failing light and damaged dolls
No one left to pacify
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A Victorian lullaby
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It's not time for bed, yet
It's not fair
Will you come up with me
And brush my hair
Will you watch me sleeping
As I start to tire
Will you stay and watch
As the curtains catch afire
Spin down, spin down
We all turn around
We're off to sea with Alice's John
The man who put the stocking on
Spin down, spin down
We all turn around
Mother, I am dead and gone
Please don't keep the mourning on
It's not time for bed, yet
It's not fair
Will you come up with me
And brush my hair
Will you try to wake me
As the flicker becomes fire...
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Can we go wild swimming?
03:52
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Can we go wild swimming like we used to?
You love the water
That much we share as true
Water colours blend and mix
An aqua palette fix
Sunlight glitters and bursts as you glide away
At least this much still joins us
Little else remains unchanged
Can we go wild swimming just the same?
Can we go wild swimming just the same?
Can we go wild swimming just the same?
Can we go wild swimming where long grass parts the way?
You love the water
I've no more words to say
I've no more words to say
I've no more words to say
I've no more words to say
I've no more words...
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A wasp picnic reimagined
03:14
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We will take your gardens, we will defile your motorway service station
Give us your sandwiches
Give us your wooden slatted rubbish bins
Surrender your 99 flakes...
... and no one gets hurt, oh except you, of course, we're wasps
We just want your sugar honey, give us your sugar
This aint remotely funny, hipster, give us your sugar
We just want your sugar honey, give us your sugar
This ain't remotely funny, hipster, give us your sugar
We just want your sugar honey, give us your sugar
This ain't remotely funny, hipster, give us your sugar
This is life and death, man
Queen has ordered our last breath, man
You think we want to act like this?
We were cool all summer and now I have to put you on my list
We just want your sugar honey, give us your sugar
This aint remotely funny, hipster, give us your sugar
We just want your sugar honey, give us your sugar
This aint remotely funny, hipster, give us your sugar
We will find your essential sweetness
We will survive
We will replace your civilation
Watch our culture thrive
We will take your houses and wear your clothes
We will dance on TikTok and punch your nose
My brother has been promised Turkey teeth
My sister wants all your shoes
Watch out Gordon Sumner - you've culturally appropriated our name
Hunger makes us mad, bad and difficult to tame
Crawling up your trouser leg, sliding down again
Crawling up your trouser leg, sliding down again
Crawling up your trouser leg, sliding down again
We're ninjas with stripey faces and we'll always be the same
We're just doing it, yellow-jacket style
We're just doing it, yellow-jacket style
We're just doing it, yellow-jacket style
We're heading for the ice-lolly held by your child
We will go to Love Island and sting your entitled arses
We will go to Love Island and sting your entitled arses
We will go to Love Island and sting your entitled arses
We will go to Love Island and sting your entitled arses
We will go to Love Island and sting your entitled arses
Wasps!
Wasps!
Wasps!
Wasps!
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Tsuzumi Gate
03:44
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Steve North - guitars, looper, found sounds, ambience, drum programming, engineering and production.
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There is the truth that I want you to see
There is the truth that I want you to know
There is the truth that I want you to see
Where are you?
One, two, three
Shall I take you in?
All of the things that you wanted to say
All of the things that you wanted to know
All of the things that you want me to be
I can't be any of them
Four times log in the extreme
Cannot be sent back to a point where it cannot be calculated
This is the rule
This is law
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A brake, a coombe, a copse, a covert, a dingle, a spinney, a stand, a thicket
A brake, a coombe, a copse, a covert, a dingle, a spinney, a stand, a thicket
Moss and tree shall carry
The subtlest signs to surely point your way (if you want to)
The sun and moon locate you
Listen to them and they'll surely point your way (if you want to)
The solitary hart - she'll show you
Just follow her lead and she'll gladly point your way (if you want to)
Last, there's me to find you
Wait by a tree and together we'll both stay (forever and ever)
A brake, a coombe, a copse, a covert, a dingle, a spinney, a stand, a thicket
A brake, a coombe, a copse, a covert, a dingle, a spinney, a stand, a thicket
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Steve North UK
Sound artist. Former singer and guitarist from 80s avant funk / dark wave / noise band Lethal Poor.
His music
populates a sweeping territory that encompasses: avant-rock, noise rock, free improvisation and alt psych. Often characterised by his anti guitar playing and barritone vocals. His teenage, psych-folk-rock album can be found here: steveandjuice.bandcamp.com
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