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Written by Tash Rialto. Performed by Morsten Weens.

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It’s good news bad news time. We were due to be transferred from the prison boat onto a prison submarine, which would have been an extremely unimaginably depressing alteration to mine and my colleague’s situation, but as luck would have it the vessels gruesomely collided as the sub tried to surface, sinking them both frighteningly quickly. We were shackled on deck awaiting relocation along with one other prisoner, the captain, and two officers; so only the six of us got into the water safely as the ship went down. My colleague and me managed to grab tightly onto the two officers thus persuading them to unshackle us quickly before we drowned them with us, then we drowned them anyway, and the captain too for being such a sadist. We didn’t see what happened to the other prisoner: the weight of his shackles must have done for him.

Also, as luck would have it again, after a day passed and fatigue had nearly finished us off, the warm currents washed us up on a long sandbank, but it was just a temporary respite because with no land in sight, no other vessels, and no food or water, it wasn’t long before we both died. We started drinking the sea towards the end out of desperation but I suppose that only sped things along. And now what? A living death I suppose. I could no longer feel my body or the temperature of the air, but my sight remained with a milky sheen over it, fixed towards the horizon, the leg of my colleague just in view. Gradually I began sinking into the bank, and a good few months that lasted, until my eyes rotted out. And now this. For years. Nothing but the whirring of my own despondent mind and the forced repetition of unendingly more alien philosophies. It’s fucking boring. I assume my colleague faces something similar. I don’t suppose there’s anything left of our bodies now, what with their incarceration in the damp sand for what must have been decades so far.

But it’s ok, friend, for I have had plenty of time to think and to meditate and I have seen the future. Things are bad for you now, and I’m afraid that in your lifetime, and in your children’s lifetimes, they will only get worse. From the very bottom of society to the very top there is crime, there is destruction, there is greed. There’s no respect. Every man’s out for himself. It’s rife. Every fucker’s at it. What is anyone to do about it? There are too many people for nature to sustain. There’s no point burying your head in the sand – pardon the irony. Something has to happen. Mass deaths. Perennial misery. The best that can possibly be hoped for are rare beacons of virtue and moral courage poking their gleaming heads out intermittently from the vast oceans of solipsistic despair. Death and wretchedness will reign. And at the end of that phase the people will be crying out for what they resisted before, and they will get it: ultimate social control by the state, genetic alteration of people and the entire environment, automated surveillance, sperm and ova frozen upon sexual maturity followed by enforced sterilisation and applications thereafter for pregnancy to be processed by a department of the central World state. Sounds good don’t it? But how do you get to this utopia? Only after things gets unimaginably worse, my friend. The have-nots will continue to try and destroy the haves, as has always been the case, and the haves will fight tooth and claw to hold onto what they’ve got because they see it as their right, and they will use their considerable resources to continue to suppress the have-nots, but it won’t be enough. In the end it can never be enough. There is a grand blueprint playing itself out, and you are floundering somewhere along its arc. Good luck.

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from Marathon Tuxedo Go All Jackanory on Your Arse, released January 10, 2012

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Marathon Tuxedo is Tash Rialto and Morsten Weens. Rialto does programming, vocals on the left, guitars, comb and paper, percussion. Weens does programming, vocals on the right, and percussion. Weens is also Sexual Ben sexualben.bandcamp.com and Rialto is in Von Bartha vonbartha.bandcamp.com ... more

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