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sweatshop

by Ben McCarthy

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    nostalgia undilute. hardcore warble. material culture. w/ art by cale weir.

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kltr kma 02:39
These bloody needs the body’s fee; you must be hungry just to be. It was the sun that taught your lungs to breathe for a mesh of metaphor with a mouth for the meat. So call it what you want to; call it what you need. You’ve been staring at the screen lately living out a let down. Call it what you want to; call it what you need. You got everything you want now waiting for the big come down. Your culture your culture your culture your culture coma. Cause I’m the beast in the mea culpa stance, and we cannot begin by calling off the dance. I’m the bitch in the suicidal pose, and we cannot begin by taking off our clothes. So take the fist and take this kiss, and take our common helplessness, cause the very very body you resist is the flesh upon which all this subsists. So call it what you want to; call it what you need. You’ve been staring at the screen lately living out a let down. Call it what you want to; call it what you need. You got everything you want now waiting for the big come down. Your culture your culture your culture your culture coma. For I’m the beast in the mea culpa stance, and we cannot begin by calling off the dance. I’m the bitch in the suicidal pose, and we cannot begin by taking off our clothes. So call it what you want to; call it what you need. You’ve been staring at the screen lately living out a let down. Call it what you want to; call it what you need. You got everything you want now
3.
we’re honestly going nowhere sincerity’s not gonna pay my way you know there’s no point in trying but don’t screw up good fucking luck doncha try to tell me try to tell me don’t you tell me I don’t want to hear it I’m so tired I’m so tired I’m so tired so tired of feeling guilty misery tyranny celebrity infamy keep your saddening bullshit an epistle on fire meant to make a man cry well I don’t want to hear it so this is life it’s some big show and there’s more to it than regret you know but not much more not much more and if you’re not buying in what the fuck are you singing for? we’re honestly going nowhere sincerity’s not gonna pay my way you know there’s no point in trying but don’t screw up good fucking luck dejame ir porque sufrir? I never wanna die and I never wanna pay but some debt is genetic so we all fall oh we all fall down stick our babies with the back rent so this is life it’s some big show and there’s more to it than what you owe but not much more not much more and if you won’t make love what the fuck are you here for? we’re honestly going nowhere sincerity’s not gonna pay my way you know there’s no point in trying but don’t screw up good fucking luck dejame ir porque sufrir? lemme lemme go let me out of here we’re going nowhere
4.
i’ve done such violence to the manifold so that I can no longer enjoy it passively she went away from here and went away from me too and when she got home she belonged to nobody she said you’ve got to learn to live with yourself no more striving for nobody else something’s gotta give, can’t go on this way calling it a need was your mistake something’s got give can’t go on this way whisper on the wing what you forsake wake up the grace has fled amplified daily dread first day of the rest of your life breaking across your head have you been misinformed? do you really not know what you do? what were you crying for? sweatshop livestock auto-tune? oh, nosferatu, who live on death and poor health-- oh, porno kingdom cum-- we cannot afford this wealth something’s gotta give can’t go on this way calling it a need was your mistake something’s got give can’t go on this way whisper on the wing what you forsake something’s got give can’t go on this way system on the brink of a bad break
5.
some day you’ll find your heartbreak is total you fucked it all over and you’ll find the ground won’t decline for what’s figure there’s no more to wake up to out behind the city walking the rails at night this disjecta in half life you stupid boy: fatal love for the darkest intimacies didn’t count on their tyrannies tired eyes: live your life for a pay cheque you have no more to give in to oh, there’s no easy way out but you’re fine now oh, there’s no easy way out but you’re fine now some day you’ll find your heartbreak is total you fucked it all over and you’ll find the ground won’t decline for what’s figure there’s no more to wake up to
6.
Trust 01:32
I can’t stand the look on your face it must be coming soon pardon me, I can’t dare to ask you: what’s been going on
7.
lonely girls 03:26
All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl (I can’t just fall in love like you phonies). All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl. How many times do I have to break down? The shit I do is not for you it’s just, you know — it’s complicated. Haven’t I, oh, haven’t I, oh, haven’t I been good to you? For all that you know, I’ve been nothing but true. Oh, oh, this little life; it keeps its petty pace for dudes with their hard-ons, while you and I just suffocate. All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl (It’s not your fault. Don’t say, ‘I’m sawry.’). All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl. Oh, and I’ll leave the light on (I won’t be sleeping anyway). And I’ll leave the light on (so we can make believe it’s day). And I’ll leave the light on (so you can see my gaping eyes). And I’ll leave the light on and on and on you go. All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl! All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl! Oh, oh, this little life; it keeps its petty pace for dudes with their hard-ons, while you and I just suffocate. Oh, oh, this little life; it keeps its petty pace for chicks with their hard-ons, while you and I just suffocate. Oh, oh, this little life; it keeps its petty pace for dudes with their hard-ons, while you and I just suffocate.
8.
philosophka 02:34
Oh, the whole world’s a heartbreak: It’s not enough to stay alive, still every baby’s gotta cry. You take it as an inspiration, so you’re the celebrated queen of just barely getting by. Don’t speak of tomorrow and much less today, nor of truth and lies— what does it matter anyway? Just don’t fuck me over. Here in the crotch of the cliché, here in the belly of a world that is aching for to die, I wonder do I disappoint you, or is it only me who’s expectations are so high. I find the whole thing rather charming, that every spasm of my will just prolongs the fantasy, and so I’m trapped behind my closed eyes, as you list the things we’ll buy when we win the lottery. Don’t speak of tomorrow and much less today, nor of truth and lies— what does it matter anyway? Just don’t fuck me over. Don’t fuck me over. Don’t fuck me over. Don’t fuck me. Spoiled for choice don’t make me free, this is a necessity. We can hardly think we’ll make it on on on. It’s not what it’s supposed to be (whatever that’s suppose to mean). We can hardly think we’ll make it on on on.
9.
little rain 04:26
I’m sure there’ll come a time when you’ll tell me that you’re not my little boy—I never wished to make such a claim, but I guess I’ve had to adjust, my baby Oedipus. You’re daddy’s Sisyphus. A little rain will fall. And that’s all. So close your eyes and let it rain. I made my babies go suicidal, who loved me ‘cause I was a wild king of every careless destruction, but not fucking it up is brand new. I’ll try it out for you, but that’s the best that I can do. A little rain will fall. And that’s all. So close your eyes and let it rain. And one should never be resigned, but I must say, I’m disinclined to see you for the dream you are, little boy, for I know what dreams can become. It’s better to play numb. What’s gonna come, will come. So close your eyes and let it rain.
10.
I’m a big big phony love me anyway I’m a big big phony love me anyway you can’t really know all the lies that you tell yourself you can’t really see the constellation of ties that bind you to the core and the brink of your fitter self babies in your head who are screaming out for war I’m a big big phony love me anyway I’m a big big phony love me anyway and if I’m a mean motherfucker why don’t you just go away? there’s a fiction that you need for the work of the willing self a story for your days so they’re falling out in lines go ahead and rage at the wrack of the world itself go ahead and rail cause the real doesn’t mind you kicked it in the head but you know you really hurt yourself lying in your bed with your chair against the door you found that you were wrong that’s no news to the choir sister’s got the blues but she’s hurtin for some more I’m a big big phony love me anyway I’m a big big phony love me anyway and if I’m a mean motherfucker why don’t you just go away? another maniac mammal still you wanna be my baby another maniac mammal still you wanna be my baby now can you tell me who’s crazy here? another maniac mammal another maniac mammal
11.
Sarah says 03:45
Honey, don’t quit. Don’t quit. Keep fighting it. You have seen how these people just take, and now you are giving it. A sweet little girl, a monstrous girl, they wanted to teach you your size. For five years they’d watch you go blind with tears: the penalty for your clear eyes. So don’t say ‘I’m sorry’ anymore. So don’t say ‘I’m sorry’ anymore. So you go down to the pawnshop in the rain to sell his rings, but you’d never get to spend the money. Sarah said you’d rather sleep on the floor than in that hateful bed; should I believe her, honey? Oh, show no mercy! Oh, show no mercy, now! And don’t say ‘I’m sorry’ anymore: unforgiven, let them have your fire. And don’t say ‘I’m sorry’ anymore: unforgiven, let them have your fire. Who would have thought that I wouldn’t come to save you, wracked as I was by the limit of my will? I was such a sick child, lonely and a sick child, hands of a man and a penchant for the kill. Who would have thought that I wouldn’t come to save you, lost as you were to your unremitting pain? You were such a hurt girl, lying in the dirt girl, bloodied by a man who would ever be your bane.

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this mixtape features tracks produced by pale eyes between aug. 2010 and aug. 2013.

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released August 6, 2013

written, performed, and produced by pale eyes.
mastered by martin horn at digital bird studios.
album art by cale weir w/ photos by lisa myers.

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Ben McCarthy Toronto, Ontario

Ben McCarthy is an electronic musician and sound artist from Toronto, Canada. His work is produced intuitively, meticulously arranging found sound, samples, and software to make music that slips in-and-out of various genres.

From SBVRSV.press: ‘Toronto-based producer & sound artist Ben McCarthy is easily one of the most underrated producers in the city. ’
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