The Last Days of the Good Times

by Psython

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released December 24, 2018

Written, recorded, mixed and mastered by Psython

We also did the artwork. Sozz.

Psython:
Will Price
Bing Garcia
Harry Redfern
Eddie Rudd

Big fanx to Luke Rogers.

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Track Name: Sozzard
A thousand daemons haunting me!
With what I didn't say, they're taunting me!
REVENGE - unspeakable!
REVENGE - unreachable!

I wish I'd sunk to your level,
And had your agony in which to revel!
Sozzard - you're in my dreams!
Sozzard - what I've done to you you'd won't believe!

With the merest glance - that's where it all begins!
The most violent amongst us wins!

Sozzard - you're in my dreams!
Sozzard - my fantasy!

Violence unleashed!

Embrace the grudge and the victims plight!
Don't wanna fight the good fight!
Who wants to be the bigger man? Who wants to rise above it all?
Track Name: Crock o' Bile
Accursed gods - They could've made us any way they wanted to,
And now we're breaking apart!
I couldn't stop this even if I tried!
I'm remade, remoulded, refashioned receptacle,
The divine redundant!

"I've become a remedy to all who heed the call,
Come drink your fill from the cornucopia of ill-will!
Rage engaged!
I'm anodyne - desensitise you,
Even til you never feel ought again!

Hope abandoned, the Vulgar flock about me,
To savour ill humour, which from this vessel pours!"

Seeking for succour from this crock;
I'm hollow, but exsanguinate me to see what I'm made of,
Then you will surely know my name!
Yeah - bleed me draw and bitter bile would flow!
Shard by shard from dust and clay remade!

"I've become a remedy to all who heed the call,
Come drink your fill from the cornucopia of ill-will!
Rage engaged!
Suffered so long!

Hope abandoned, the Vulgar flock about me,
To savour ill humour, which from this vessel pours!"

Gather like foolish flies, swarm to my leasings,
Blacken the darkened skies, now heaving!
And drink now - taste the abundance,
While wishing each pitiless moment of your life away!
Track Name: Semantic Psychopath
What if words have no history?
What if Truth has no objectivity?
Only nothingness has any kind of reality!
I've bitten my tongue clean off but your,
Your mouth is always stuffed,
With a winning argument - but you never form them and never build them!

Disarm, discard, disown at all costs...
Twisted meaning suits your satisfaction - and that's all that matters!

Vaunted rhetoric remains,
Hollow vagueness remains;
Semantice Psychopath - Yapping Sociopath!

Is it left to the radical to grease the wheels and the axle?
To keep all of this civil while we're deafened dumb by the din and the drivel!

Goaded by copious verbosity,
Befogged by plain mendacity!
Do you stand by what you say?

"To the extent that hop and belief in progress is lost,
A disarming relativism, ahistoricism and ultimately nihilism replacing any belief in the objectivity of truth, the reality of history and the power of reason to change the fucking world!" - Murray Bookchin, Reenchanting Humanity.
Track Name: Inebriated
I don't want - to be okay!
I'm out - to harm myself!
I'm a shadow of my former drinking self!

I need the beer to keep me weird!

Battle drinking, overthinking, ever sinking down and out!

Drown - to keep me straight!
Hide - inebriate!

Surely if I just keep drinking,
Me and my problems will just disappear - Invisiblate me!
May my passing go unmarked!
Live with dread, not quite dead - but I'm outta my fucking head!

Leave me hidden in plain sight!
Like this bar I'm supine, inert, passive!
I'm nothing but a tool - my glass half full!
Oblivion - Oblivion - drinking myself to oblivion!!!

I should stop this but I'm no quitter...
Buy me another or leave me,
Withered, Toxic.
Degenerate Adjunct, Distraught, Defunct!
Destroyed!

Addiction, Affliction,
Appendage, a vestige of what I should've been

Dipsomatic Default
Endopsychic Turmoil
Liquified Resolve!
Track Name: When the Lights Go Out
How many missed meals could you endure,
Before you'd consider eating your neighbour?
We'll see who's a man and who's an animal,
We'll see who can act all normal when the Brown-outs come,
Sorting the wheat from the chaff!!!

It won't take much - we're oh so close!
The lightest touch - a nudge at the very most!
A flicker and all this would unravel;
All against all - tooth and nail!

See how quickly we'd turn on one another!
From want and from fear we'd burn down the world!

"How long will you last when the lights go out?
The veil will slip at last when the lights go out!"

We headstrong, but we've never been tested!
We cocksure, but we'll fail to cut the mustard!
In a matter of days we'd be debased,
With a growing taste for our own race!
Instinctual - it's Nature beats Nurture!

"How long will you last when the lights go out?
The veil will slip at last when the lights go out!"

When the lights go out, the veil will slip,
And all pretensions of civility,
Will look us in the face
And we'll bite our lip,
There'll be no more talk of Humanity!!!
Track Name: DIY
Banished and isolated!
Withdraw into solitude and exile!

Inimical pariah, an aberrant dissenter,
Non-aligned antithesis to any joint endeavour,
I swim against the tide

Adverse, inverse, obverse!
The cursed incur the worst,
Of pain, of loss, of what's hated most,
And suffer a boot to the face for life!

Even if we're not all abandoned, it feels the same!
Let loose with wealth and devices we're all silent, complacent,
And we know the reason why:
Only hope left to die!

If you wanna make something happen,
You'd better go and Do It Yourself,
And if you can't be relied on then you'll suffer like everyone else!
If you walked with the wronged and the common,
You'll fail again and again!
Estranged from all that is human,
Struggle alone by yourself!

Life has equipped me with all the tools that I need,
To raise these walls around me,
By Myself!

Antagonist apostate, a schismatic opponent;
Hostile to sibling rivals!
Track Name: Thrice
It's clear to anyone with eyes in their head what lies ahead!
It's on the tip of our tongue, we know it won't be long,
Yeah war is upon us!

The likes of which none will survive,
Though we've been warned not once but twice!

Boast about our premonitions,
Giddy with prognostications!
Continent wide civil war!

A Great one, a Second one!
Didn't matter which side won!
We'll somnambulate thrice into eradication,
It will come again, third time lucky!

One hundred years of wreaths, parades and mourning;
We scorn the warning!
Despite the talk about just wars and noble cause,
Not a soul will try to stop this!

Which leads me to believe that what we're after,
Is nothing more than a mass distraction,
That gives us satisfaction but demands of us no action!
All good things come in threes!

(Onward willing soldiers - forward all against!
March on with your orders - Murder as defence!)
Track Name: Phallus of the Goddess
There is nothing primitive,
To which we can return.
No simpler times of ignorance!
Yeah blame can't be deferred!

Only the most conditioned mind,
Invoked by fear and design,
Could construe this agony,
As Divine Harmony!

Pray for beasts, sob for trees,
Put your faith in sacred mysteries - not history.
Connected and in touch,
With magic notions of salvation - a Salve of fantasy born!

I'll slay your faith in Mother Earth!
She's no goddess, she's a cruel, stinking bitch!

Talk of Earth's soul, enchantment revoked,
As we sail through the pole!~
The Silence of Spring, grows to a din,
There's nothing left to sing!

Mother Earth is a stinking bitch!

Witness the skies burn and the seas that boil!
Yeah we'll be interred in that Maternal Soil,
And recognise this as our divine retribution!
Track Name: Throwaway
Hey man!

None of this shit is mine - it's not in my little box!
Hey man, and besides, I've thrown it away!

My new favourite thing is the next thing I see!
And every time I blink I throw it away!

Rolling wastelands of debris,
Waves of detritus choking up the seas!
Discard duty, disregard the burden,
Of all the crap and the crud and the clutter,
It barely even seems to matter
Let's evade all the waste of this heaving mess we've made!

Me mar where we meddle, embezel,
Consume like fire and cast aside!
Commitments and admissions that the burden falls on us!
Elusive, evasive as this mighty midden smoulders on!

I'm oblivious, but I got opinions,
And though they're nebulous you all gotta take them serious!

Garrulous and glib,
Not a second thought to what I did!
Abrogate and throw it away!!!

Lolling tongues and opinions lay waste way worse than any way!

Me mar where we meddle, embezel,
Consume like fire and cast aside!
Commitments and admissions that the burden falls on us!
Elusive, evasive as this mighty midden smoulders on!

Pride in this shit, shrink-wrapped world!
Choked and smothered in a nest of rotten filth!
Once it's outta your hands it's all outta your hands!
No shame, brazen as bold as buffed brass!!!

Throw it away!

In forgotten places and disowned spaces,
Lost locations in a stagnant situation!
Track Name: This Town
Head down - Drag and trudge!
Eyes to the ground - Thoughts in the sludge!
Burdened and crushed by long-gone oppulence,
Resigned to defeat and obsolecence!

Hell alone knows where this all ends,
Perhaps it never will - just a long grim descent!
Ever downwards to new levels of disgrace!
Beasts unaware of the filth that we'll face,
In this post-industrial oubliette!

Everywhere we go,
People always ask us,
Who we are, and where we're from?
And we fucking tell them;
We're from Rotherham!

The guardians corrupted,
The borough is rotten
Council house children raped and forgotten!
Greasy palms and obscene white elephants!
The least amongst us adored by sycophants!

Hell alone knows where this all ends,
Perhaps it never will - just a long grim descent!
Ever downwards to new levels of disgrace!
Beasts unaware of the filth that we'll face,
In this post-industrial oubliette!

Everywhere we go,
People always ask us,
Who we are, and where we're from?
And we fucking tell them;
We're from Rotherham!
Track Name: The Last Days of the Good Times
Unsavoured the fruits and the spoil,
Of the mill powered too long,
By the essence of ancient toil,
Long perished beneath ancient suns!
Like a blossom out of season,
They'll wither soon and be gone
- Nothing left!

Though surely tomorrow will come,
Yet dimmer will seem every dawn.
Just as will the memory,
Of when each and all seemed so well.
- Don't forget!

I remember still...
Incredulous - they young will scarce be able to believe the bounty that was lost!
I remember still!

"And with the setting of each sun,
Mourn those days long gone,
Huddle bereft and forlorn,
Soothed with fictions of dawn!

So yearn, live long and learn!
Strive, Never Wise (though you'll die) nor an (with no) insight!
Reason has waned and made way for these Last Days of the Good Times!"

We had it made, our joy vouchsafed,
Assured of harvests that would never fail!
I wait for you still!
It's over now, but it's funny how,
We know that times run out and there's hell to pay!

I wait for you still!

"And with the setting of each sun,
Mourn those days long gone,
Huddle bereft and forlorn,
Soothed with fictions of dawn!

So yearn, live long and learn!
Strive, Never Wise (though you'll die) nor an (with no) insight!
Reason has waned and made way for these Last Days of the Good Times!"

I remember still - I wait for you still!
The Good Times and the Last Days!!!

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