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Take the Slack

by menu

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1.
Take the Slack 02:56
lyrics
America you're losin' it We'll have to take the slack They're burning Bush The tower's 'bout to crack It had to come, you're far too young Still harnessed to the black The second's come There ain't no turning back And the fade of your flowers wakes us all And the blade of the towers waits to fall On us all Mmm, you shall fade Hysterical refusals don't mean nothing to a friend Intelligent confusion's bound to end I can't deny I'm haunted by the violence you defend I aim to fire, in silence I pretend But I changed when the tower's sent the call Ain't it strange, superpowers have a ball Till they fall Mmm, you shall fade Mmm, to fade...
2.
Don't Wanna Work 02:28
3.
Black Rain 04:02
lyrics
I go back, get down Hesitate, turn around I make no sound When the rain's falling down Pull the shades, lie down Till there's a break in the clouds It ain't safe, skip town Find a place underground Rain's fall, rain's falling down Black rain, black rain's falling down Enola Gay, Enola Gay flying 'round Black rain falling down Can't you hear the sound? It's the Little Boy falling down Comes the blackest darkest shroud So we hide underground
4.
From the Garden 01:56
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What's my special calling? I've fallen so far it seems I think I see the evening falling I'm crawling on my bended knees I'm reporting from the garden But there's nothing to see Here comes the warden Saying "I've caught him Sneaking round in the garden" Looks like no-one told him It's the land of the free What can I do when it's pouring Except for hiding under the trees? I'm thinking till it's nothing but boring I'm drinking up my fill of disease I'm reporting from the garden... Something turned the night into morning Something took the chill from the breeze Nothing but another day dawning No-one's gonna take it from me I'm reporting from the garden...
5.
Hate Your Homeland 03:29
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What can you do when you hate your homeland Cos the government acts like you wouldn't expect From full-grown men It makes you wanna hang your head in your hands I was talking to you, but did you understand That if every step we take It's just illusions we create We're writing words in the sand Trying to build the kinds of things For which there ain't no demand The passage is narrow They'll tell you it's safe I try to believe I won't take my grievances to the grave When we follow the suits we're in uncertain times That's why you don't get no respect 'less your signing the cheque Or cutting the lines They're trying to build the kind of country Only money can buy I'm a slacker to boot And I don't pay my fines So when they say they want a war I guess we all know what's in store For the artistically inclined I'll be sure and tell you more 'fore they take me to the desert to die But I wouldn't swallow The shit that they gave You'd better believe I won't take my grievances to the grave Hate your homeland Kids, hate your homeland
6.
Hellhound/Trail 02:43
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Gotta keep moving Gotta keep moving Hellhound on my trail Gotta keep moving Gotta keep moving Blues falling down like hail I left my home to find a new home Then the new home became my jail Gotta keep flying Gotta keep flying Sea's so wide, can't fail Gotta keep flying Gotta keep flying In my past a gale I dreamt, I woke, I dreamt a new dream Then the new dream became my jail I escape But then I hate what I've become I can't change Cos then I'll hate what I've become River keep flowing Don't know where it's going But it's always there River keep flowing South wind blowing And the cold night air Keep flowing...
7.
Kill Rock 'n' Roll 04:54
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I wanna kill rock 'n' roll Wanna bury it in a hole Cos it's tired and it's old It's like a body without any soul Too many bands with their management plans Too many fans making stupid demands Oh no I gotta kill rock 'n' roll I wanna set fire to the cash When the businessmen start licking my ass I wanna be there for the crash What more could a young rocker ask Too many bands with their dicks in their hands Too many fans flash their tits from the stands Oh no I gotta kill rock 'n' roll Let's go... But am I the cure or the disease? Am I complaining on my knees?

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“The label’s strongest songwriter. W didn’t write songs, he accrued them, from loops thrown down in half-sleep. And COQ, he spat them out half-chewed for W to doctor. Menu, invisible sidekick to COQ’s Big Bird, is the Snuppleupagaus of rock.”

(M. Brody, Too Many Bands)

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released October 10, 2016

voice/instruments: menu

songs by menu except “Don't Wanna Work” by menu feat W. COQ

produced by Ben W

recorded in Upper Coopers Creek NSW 2018 from demos recorded in Melbourne Vic and Bridgewater SA 2002/3

cover art by Future Friendly Design
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Shambolist, lo-fi, COQ rock and jam music, lovingly hand-tooled by bedroom producer Ben W

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