Boredom, You Conqueror

by INK MATHEMATICS

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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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Track Name: Jack Be Nimble
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
Track Name: A Quicklime Morning
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
Track Name: Country Living
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
Track Name: Joys
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
Track Name: Diastema
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?