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Karakara

by The Casual Sexists

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1.
Karakara 02:58
You don't know me, yet I'm forced to know you 
 Another porous room in which I wearily notice you
 The first time I looked away you knew I was the one
 Because those who long to be chased always run 
A little request that I couldn't accept
 The box goes <voo-eh> and again I must choose
 Which way I want to lose
 Sometimes I respond, though always without aim 
 For everything and nothing amount to the same 

Looking at you / watching me 
Looking at you / dehydrating me
 Looking at me / watching you
 Looking at me / desiccating you 

I police you as you police me 
Because the real police don't have time, apparently 
And every move you make, every breath you take 
I'll be mocking you 
I'm watching from my window as you root through my trash Searching for a shred of yourself amongst the cold ash And if you found parts of me, what then? You wouldn't know what to do with any of them

 Looking at me / watching you 
Looking at me / dehydrating you 
Looking at you / hating me 
Wishing that you could be a part of me 

I think it was Derek Raymond who said 
 A murderer is more boring than the dead 
And you're not even a killer, so if that's true
 Tell me, honeybunch, what does that make you? 
'Cause it's so charming that you think I care
 About you crawling over fences for my Primark underwear 
Is this 'animal' meant to scare me? 
I've seen wilder animals in a Sylvanian Family

 Looking at you / watching me
 Looking at you / dehydrating me
 Looking at me / watching you 
Looking at me / desiccating you Looking at me / watching you 
Looking at me / dehydrating you
2.
Curse 04:39
Staring at no words on the screen There are many but they can't be seen The numbers march so inexorably Have to snatch at them while the interest is keen But I need a drink and here comes the cat Regarding me now from the world on her back Far be it from me to anthropomorphize But do I detect a hint of contempt in her eyes? Today I'll begin - it might even be fun And I won't start another till I've finished this one I'm doing it for myself and I'm keeping it real But of course I still want it to have mass appeal And as I fall from the fence into the abyss I like to kid myself that something's amiss Oh, the pain of low-key genius is such a noble thing And the words won't come The worst is yet to come And the words won't come The worst is yet to come Banging delicate keys as if they were drums The worst is yet to come The worst is yet to.... It stops my heart and it sets my heart into motion It's a curse, it's a curse, it's a terminal love I swear there was a time when I knew how to stop There might have even been a time of nothing at all Logic and time were once separate things One language for all purposes was more than enough Oooh.... it is thirsty work (I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty, this is thirsty work) Oooh.... such thirsty work, baby It stops my heart and it sets my heart into motion It's a curse, it's a curse, it's a terminal love It hurts my heart with essential information It furnishes, it infects, it permits me to breathe Cigarettes they say are for the unquiet Perhaps I shouldn't have given up on them Though how can I say I have nothing to do When drowning in oceans of crayons and glue Sometimes a kind word seems like applause for an empty stage Another torn-out page Trying to build a mansion on minimum wage But when it works and it works, by god it's so sweet Play once and repeat The walls tower so high you could weep Play once and repeat Play twice and repeat Until the next time... It stops my heart and it sets my heart into motion It's a filthy curse, it's my terminal love It floods my heart with diabolical information It furnishes, it infects, it permits me to breathe
3.
Pop Music 03:10
Don't call me on the telephone - it's time for pop music You can rap upon the door of my home - I'm here with pop music We're discussing the politics of dance The exquisite pain of a three minute romance But do the dance or fuck off - we're pop music We're jiving to the song of the mob - pop music Twist our heels on the face of the snob - pop music You know I love you, modern composition and jazz But just now I want to dance like a..... For you see its blood is in my veins - pop music We must make it any way that we can - pop music With a packet of johnnies or a coffee can - pop music Like a heatwave in December, make it hot, weird and new These days perhaps that ain't so easy to do But we'll try, try, try til we die For pop music Make it loud, make it large, make it Nicki Minaj Make it loud, make it large, make it Nicki Minaj Industrial noise, The Pet Shop Boys Or just as sparse as Tirzah - pop music 
Don't call me on the telephone - it's time for pop music Though you may sully the court of my home – I dine with pop music You may think that the future is dead That the future ended with Radiohead I turn your volume to nil – I'm pop music Pop music Pop music Don't call me on the phone – leave us alone with pop music I hear it's just fodder for the mob – pop music I don't listen to the fucking snobs – pop music Its poison is in my vein – pop music Three minutes and I'm whole again........
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Released 8/11/17 on Feral Media. Also available at feralmedia.bandcamp.com

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released August 11, 2017

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The Casual Sexists Brooklyn, New York

Transatlantic couple Varrick and Ed Zed have been coaxing crooked pop songs out of disillusionment, animals and the glorious horrors of modern life since before Brexit. Drums, computers and household objects are their tools.

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