My new single's A-side: Wrong Way, Bigfoot

My brain hasn't quite cottoned on to the fact that I'm not in a band anymore, nor am I likely to be, largely cause I simply cannot be fucking arsed. But my brain keeps thinking it is, so here is the A-side to the single I'll never ever release. This one has some music written for it too, at least in basic form. And yes so what indeed.

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Somethin’s lurking in the dark and the deep

Somethin’s lurking in the dark and the deep

Feel his foul breath on the back of your neck

Too scared to go to bed cause I will not sleep

The monster rips your eyes out and murders in dreams

This time I’m ready and I’ll turn and I’ll scream:

Wrong way Bigfoot

Everybody dopey mined, dopey faces

Everybody look like they running better races

But everybody stuck in the same old stasis

If you think other people better than you

And they never really understand you

Take a walk and see the bullshit going on around you

Huh

Somethin’s lurking in the dark and the deep

Somethin’s lurking in the dark and the deep

Somethin’s lurking in the dark and the deep

Heterosexual life is so very very boring

All that late-night drunken mindless pawing

Chemsex hangover regrets on every morning

I’ve had my share of fifth-gear, drunken moments

Snorting, pilling, fucking, smoking roll-ups

Avoiding straight-haired, burned-out numb-nuts grownups:

Wrong way Bigfoot

Now the oceans become mostly synthetic

The plastic piles up only cause we let it.

That doesn’t fit into my dialectic

Ask yourself: what has Marx published lately?

Starting to believe he’ll never save me

Crazy as it seems, I think he hates me:

Wrong way Bigfoot

And then. Heavenly voices sing - 

"Come to us join us

Come to us join us

Confess and lose your sins

Love will be everything"

STOP.

Everything?

Unlikely.

AND GO:

Wrong way Bigfoot

There’s no God on a cloud sat waiting for us

There ain’t no angels - no soul-soothing chorus

And if there were they’d do best to just ignore us

I’m just another fucked-up feckless creature

God forbid I should ever want to meet ya

Evolution died in the dirty mouth of Nietzsche

Wrong Way Bigfoot

But he could slap that bass like a motherfucker