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Boredom, You Conqueror

by INK MATHEMATICS

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1.
He’s got stubby little legs And blank, lifeless eyes In his head In his head Full of stupid ideas And piteous dreams How he schemes How he schemes CHORUS Jack be nimble Jack be quick He strikes up a match And flames greet the air Like a friend Like a friend There’s the stink of burning fat And a body lies charred To a crisp Silly crisp CHORUS Jack be nimble Jack be quick
2.
Tonight I tumbled home All wet and wild-eyed She blared on and on and on Like some savage alarm She quaked and she quaked Spittle flying from her lips As she bought down the house CHORUS Tonight was the night I I knew I’d kill my love Tonight, tonight, tonight Tonight was the night I I took my love And snuffed out her light The plate smashed near my head She had such a good arm I was pinned down like some kinda rat Like some filthy vermin It was time to break the siege Before there was nothing left Of value in the place CHORUS Now she stiffens in my arms And I’ve got work to do Her lips are cold and wet And they won’t bear no kiss Shovel’s heavy in my hands And my arms are on fire I hate these quicklime mornings
3.
I’ve got your head on the block You’re standing there with your jaw all slack The fish is in the pan but ain’t nobody’s cooking You look so good with a knife in your back Mmm, with a knife in your back The moon she’s staring at dark things howling The eye in the sky hangs flesh from the pews There’s a preacher in the pulpit all a-waving his fists Doing his damndest to bring you the news Mmm, to bring you the news CHORUS There’s shit on my liver and hate in my heart I’ve seen you drop the weight so many times before There’s shit on my liver, it’s getting hot in my soul Just thank your lucky stars you’re the one I adore When the smug get to dancing don’t throw them a bone They’ll spit in your face and make you shine their shoes The cynics they’ll pull you in close for a kiss Dig a hole in your side and give you the blues Mmm, they’ll give you the blues Darkness creeps across the fields all quiet Peeks through your window and scratches at the door The pigs are all screaming as they wallow in the mud And the hounds come for you with their bloody jaws Their bloody jaws CHORUS Well the oven’s fucking hot you’d best get out of the kitchen Or I’ll bake you in a pie and make the crust from your bones Bloody hands are the sign of a good day’s work And don’t turn to me when the dead ones groan CHORUS This could all be yours one day
4.
Joys 05:12
When the time comes You won’t know When the time comes You won’t have a clue, will you boy? In the meantime I suggest You get yourself to higher ground In the meantime I suggest You get yourself to higher ground And wait for the flood And wait for the flood You can’t escape what your daddy done In the meantime I suggest You get yourself to higher ground In the meantime I suggest You get yourself to higher ground And wait for the flood And wait for the flood You can’t escape what your daddy done
5.
Diastema 06:01
I’ve got a stone big enough To drag us ‘neath the waves of our lust Down where the children rest like bones Where you may curse me but you don’t Where you may touch me but you won’t Where I should fuck you but I can’t Who said courtship was dead? We snorted stars and chewed the moon The ragged crowd struck up their tune But I for one could never dance I’ll shuffle my feet while I can Stepping on your feet while I can Kicking at your knees while I can False in head False in heart False in eyes False in mouth False in lips False in tongue False in hands False in thighs Who said courtship was dead? Who said courtship was dead? Who said courtship was dead? I’ve got a stone big enough To drag us ‘neath the waves of our lust Down where the children rest like bones Where you may curse me but you don’t Where you may touch me but you won’t Where I should fuck you but I can’t Who said courtship was dead? Who said courtship was dead?

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Ink Mathematics debut EP 'Boredom, You Conqueror'

All music & lyrics by Ink Mathematics

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released September 10, 2011

Matt Collins - Bass/Salted meats

Dan Hoffman - Guitar/Religious paraphernalia

Matt Hoffman - Mouth/Bastard

Paul McMillan - Drums/Looking like Dave Grohl

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Ink Mathematics Dunedin, New Zealand

Ink Mathematics have rumbled, shrieked and spat their way across the Dunedin scene since 2009. Join them and be not afraid as they release their long-awaited EP, 'Huia'.

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