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SOFT RIOT

Journal

FALL BACK INTO YOUR OWN PRIVATE UNDERWORLD
SHOPPING MALLS ARE STRIPPED BARE AND FILLED WITH GARDENS
BILLBOARDS ARE REWORKED INTO THINGS OF ART
AND THE ROMANTICS BURY MOGULS ALIVE IN THE EARTH

BUT THAT CANNOT BE
WITHOUT CLASHES IN THE STREET
OR A SHIFT IN HISTORY

BUT THAT CANNOT BE
WHEN CRAMMED FROM SEA TO SEA
UNLESS THERE’S LESS OF “WE”
AND THAT’S JUST FINE WITH ME

YOU’RE NOT ALONE WITH THAT THOUGHT, MY GIRL
YOU’RE NOT ALONE IN THE UNDERWORLD

FLESH OUT YOUR OWN PRIVATE UNDERWORLD
FANTASTIC SOUNDS TAKE OVER THE AIRWAVES
ALL THINGS START TO HUM AND SELF-GENERATE
TELL ME NOW, DOESN’T THAT SOUND GRAND?

CINEMA EYES

16 August 2012

FADE INTO, FADE INTO WITH A PIN OF LIGHT
RED LIPS SHINE, RED LIPS SHINE IN A HIGH DEF STYLE
TURN ONTO ANGLED MODELS POSED ON WHITE TILES
CUT TO NEWS, TOP STORY WAS THE LIVE OF HER LIFE
TEARS LIKE DEW, TEARS LIKE DEW FROM THOSE CINEMA EYES
SHE ACTS HER REACTION TO…

THOSE SCENES YOU SEE ARE CUT TO CARRY YOU AWAY
THOSE SCENES YOU SEE HAVE CRACKS THAT STOP YOU,
PAUSE AND WONDER ABOUT THEM
WHAT’S BEHIND THAT MIRROR?

WHAT’S ON AT 2:00? FIVE ON AN ISLAND COMPETE FOR A PRIZE
PIN FOCUS, NOT SEEING THE WHOLE PICTURE IN TIME
A MAN-MADE MOON NEVER CROSSED HER MIND
LIKE ARCANE NOTES IN A VONNEGUT STYLE
STILL LONGS WITH, STILL LONGS WITH CINEMA EYES
SHE ACTS HER REACTION TO…

TERMINAL LOVE SONG

04 August 2012

Still from The Quiet Earth, end scene

Lyrics for a newer track called TERMINAL LOVE SONG, coming from a forthcoming LP. This site will soon enough contain a lyrics section, archiving all of the lyrics on recorded and released material to date:

TERMINAL LOVE SONG

PULLING UP ONTO THE SANDY BEACH
WITH A BOAT AS OUR RIDE, ONE WE KNICKED JUST IN TIME BEFORE THE HORROR SHOW
FIRE AND FLAME; IT WAS A WORLDWIDE MESS
RED BUTTONS WERE PUSHED AND RED ROCKETS WERE PITCHED — THE END. OH NO!
SO THE BEACH WAS AN ISLE AND THE ISLE WAS VACANT
IT’S JUST YOU AND ME AND A FEW MILES OF TREES; LET’S MAKE THE BEST OF IT
AN OLD MOTORCYCLE AND A THREE ROOM SHED
MAKE IT A HOME NOW THAT WE’RE ALONE IT AIN’T TOO BAD

IT’S LOVE — I FEEL LOVE

IT’S FUNNY TO THINK THAT THEIR PREDICTIONS WERE WRONG
LOOKS LIKE THEIR AIN’T NO “GOD”, OH WELL, THERE’S SOME GAS FOR THE HOG – WE’LL BE ALRIGHT
SPEND OUR DAYS AT THE TERMINAL BEACH
BUT OUR MINDS ARE FAIR AND THERE’S LOVE IN THE AIR UNDER THE PSYCHEDELIC CLOUDS
ONE MORNING THERE WAS A GREAT RUMBLING AT THE SHORE
A FLANK OF ARMY BOATS, MEN DRESSED IN CAMO COATS WIELDING STRANGE GUNS
THEY SAY “COME WITH US TO SAFETY, WE’VE GOT THINGS SORTED OUT”
WE TOLD THEM WE’LL STAY HERE AND THEY THOUGHT THAT WAS QUEER — AND THAT WAS THE LAST WE SAW OF THEM

IT’S LOVE – I FEEL LOVE

IT’S VOLUNTARY

03 August 2012

It – for me – is a touchy subject as the viewpoints forewith in a populist way of thinking are considered insensitive or at worse, hating future generations of youth. This is not the case. This is not about hating children. This is not about looking down on those who wish to have them; Or wish to obsess about having them. It’s about the future — the future as a big concept.

I think about the issue a lot: mankind vs. earth. I try to keep the issues to myself somewhat, and not be some over-bearing, over-opinionated militant always, um, opinionating. I do enjoy life, I do have a sense of humour. There’s lots of great things going on in what I may perceive as a sea of malice and destruction.

As far as issues of the environment go, and likely partially tending to my slightly misanthropic nature — the most effective environmental nature is slowing down the reproduction of ourselves. Exploring through a massive city such as London, and in particular the area where I live, I’m quite surprised at the sheet numbers of babies and children people are pushing around. It’s slightly frightening. Having difficulties sustaining seven billion people as it is, at times my knee-jerk reaction to seeing a mother leading around five children is: How selfish! Just because you want a big family and to appease the cornerstones of some outdated tradition or religion…

This is a surface reaction. There are many reasons for numerous offspring: religion, family pressure, loneliness, lack of sex education, lack of education in general, emotional reasons and likely a host of others. There is not just one motivation.

Of course it’s mainly conceived that the opposite is selfish: not having children — assumed you’re living a life of pleasure and vice with no thoughts beyond your own satisfaction and survival. In some cases this is true; the simplistic “everyone for themselves” principle. But I think there’s a new enlightenment, or new mindset embodied by the newer generations to leave a smaller footprint and feeling from deep within the pressures that come from an overpopulation, and numbers that continue to rise.

I’ve found myself in a casual locking of horns with liaisons in my business and family life when pushed for a position on the subject of having kids. Some understood my viewpoint. Some couldn’t see past the fence of their own yard.

Doing one’s part for the environment is great: recycling, using less resources, knowing where to best source products and food. But when there’s more and more people; there’s more and more demand and then efforts to keep the environmental equilibrium at an even keel depend on even less consumption as a result of the higher amounts of population.

It’s not a fringe viewpoint. A large variety of people from different classes, interests and beliefs share a similar viewpoint. The world-renowned BBC presenter David Attenborough presented this point in response to the public’s complaints about the dismal and bizarre weather that the UK was experiencing this summer.

Let’s leave it at that for now as I’m writing this on a spontaneous wave upon thinking of the subject. And in leaving, here’s a interesting political movement that takes the observation of too many huuumans to the extreme:

Voluntary Human Extinction Movement

The Voluntary Human Extinction Movement is an environmental movement that calls for all people to abstain from reproduction to cause the gradual voluntary extinction of humankind. VHEMT supports human extinction primarily because, in the group’s view, it would prevent environmental degradation. The group states that a decrease in the human population would prevent a significant amount of man-made human suffering. The extinctions of non-human species and the scarcity of resources required by humans are frequently cited by the group as evidence of the harm caused by human overpopulation.

VHEMT was founded in 1991 by Les U. Knight, an American activist who became involved in the environmental movement in the 1970s and thereafter concluded that human extinction was the best solution to the problems facing the Earth’s biosphere and humanity. Knight publishes the group’s newsletter and serves as its spokesperson. Although the group is promoted by a website and represented at some environmental events, it relies heavily on coverage from outside media to spread its message. Many commentators view its platform as unacceptably extreme, though other writers have applauded VHEMT’s perspective. In response to VHEMT, some journalists and academics have argued that humans can develop sustainable lifestyles or can reduce their population to sustainable levels. Others maintain that, whatever the merits of the idea, the human reproductive drive will prevent humankind from ever voluntarily seeking extinction.

Bridging another gap in this on-going recorded journal, the subject is switched again to focus on a place where a lot of time has been spent for the first half of this year. My skills in the visual world have landed me a segment of desk in a large open room with dozens of other people doing similar tasks on computer interfaces. Above shines a checkboard pattern of unapologetically cold fluorescent light bulbs, illuminating islands of workstations that exist for a purely functional nature, which the exception of minute personal adornments within those work areas to add a spluttering bit of life to them.

Not that there should be too much complaint, the colleagues are somewhat relaxed and congenial — many of them allowing small windows into their other life – their real life – that exists beneath the pressed white shirts and black polished shoes that may be interesting. These places of employment bring all different personalities and mindsets to a unilateral level to some degree. Who knows what lurks behind the facade one omits as a smoke screen for those eight or nine hours in this technological lab? Maybe she stays up late and writes short stories about some vague oncoming apocalypse? Maybe he spends all weekends high on designer street drugs to the relentless pounding of Dutch gabber techno? Maybe she spends evenings working on twisted, impulsive action paintings? Maybe he spends weekends sabotaging football matches?

It’s hard to say; and I don’t really have the emotional investment to find out these individual situations.

Across from me in a 10 o’clock position sits a small group of phone sales people. They ashew the more business like formalities and group themselves as more of a ruddy bunch — the type that go on messy pub crawls after the Friday shift. Their intelligence and ultimately their cynicism crack through their pre-written telephone scripts and sitting within an earshot of hearing them work, I hear moments of unbelievable humour and genius. Some of it border-line shocking, as much as dealing with customer service is concerned. They do have skills and I think they can read the humour of the receiver on the other end.

Without a discreet recording device to document these moments, I’ve written selected quotes down over the months. Here’s a selection for your enjoyment:

“Is this Steve, the Portuguese Jew’s house?”

“So you’re an unsafe driver?”
“Oh! You’re a race car driver! My mistake.”

“Ok, thanks again and have a nice life.”

“My name’s Adrian, ya know — like Rocky’s girlfriend.”

“Well, I can wait until you finish cutting that person’s bonnet…”

“That’s good because I’m inviting you to not advertise with us.”

“I wouldn’t stay pissed off, it’ll be there in two hours.”

“Would you hold on the line, baby, for a few minutes?”

“I don’t believe you sir… I believe that you’re likely downing a bottle of gin right now…”

“Hello, is that Mrs. Jackson?… Hooo! (In the style of of the hip-hop duo, Outkast).”

“I’m like the Boogieman that comes in your dreams, telling you to by adverts. They pay me to make you buy adverts. I’ll be forever there, chasing you within your dreams…”

“Hello, is this Kim Jong Un? I’m calling from the United Nations regarding the nuclear rocket you’re about to launch. You’ve been given the OK only if you place an advert with us… Oh, so no rocket then?”

“Thanks for your time and blessings to you, my child…”

“Hello, is a Doctor Kang there?”

“How was you weekend sir? Did you meet up with any controversial liaisons?”

“So you have lived here for over 150 years with your menopause…”

“By the tone of your voice I can ascertain that you are probably a dwarf…”