Down at the waterhole an uneasy truce with the vipers and hippos,
Generally I just want to be alone, generally I just want to be alone,
Supposed to design a computerized form but all I want is a song to write words for,
Generally I just want to be alone, generally I just want to be alone,
“Well you’re sloppy, Ed” he said, “you’re not gonna get a grant to do that
The public broadcaster or the drive to work pablum crap, never waste a nanohertz with that.
You need a real publicist who’s still cordial with the Jian Ghomeshi set,
Currently pushes the untested acts younger than their own children they’re neglecting in fact,
Their own flesh and blood, to see them, win affection for good, well
They have to book a meeting to see them but
Generally they’re too busy for that, too busy for that parenting crap.
That’s the sausage factory, champ, that’s what they gotta do otherwise they’d see it through,
Who’ll get your music played on Q with it, maybe even get you an interview for it.
Generally they don’t wanna talk to you, they just have got themselves a job to do
But no love, just beholden to the task, the hand given, don’t ask.”
Up where the star’s planes go, the dimwit offspring of those who prefer to stay low,
Only show face on a WikiLeaks page to recommend their inbred nephew for an internship.
Sail away from out from underneath him to emulate the mothership,
Perpetuating shareholders’ values for them. Well you want issues?
Try living up to the expectations of people born into those positions,
Seeing all the mains as profane, poor trust fund baby, pass me some tissues.
Pass me some tissues!
Down at the trust fund dole where the inbred children of the elites go,
Generally they just want to be alone, generally want to be left alone like a hippo,
Slap each other on the backs and faces, count the fingers of their sister’s embraces after shaking hands,
Generally they just want to be alone, they wanna be left at the watering hole. Well,
Down at the waterhole where the family trust and the Dear John Tories go,
Generally they just want to be left alone, generally they’re counting favours and duties to show,
Shown dog’s bond millions in options, but nothing’s changed for the commons,
Still wasting time on their smartphones, no clue where the other ends of their leashes go,
Water’s all dried up and in pipes and all the hippos in cages,
And all through the night they just wanna be left alone, generally they just want to be left alone,
Generally they just want to be alone, generally they just wanna be alone,
Generally they just want to be alone, generally they just wanna be alone.
Woozy, rollicking indie rock that's thick and humid, searching vocals set against pealing guitars. Also available on cassette. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2016
