Blunted behind the counter at the nether of my tether
Boss learing over like “you’re here forever”
But the minute I blaze up and fell enough steeples
Or drop by that mill to hug all the right people
I’ll be out to Iceland to hash out my woes
With your cunt crossed boss’ spin teacher in toe
I’ve been here since day and if you don’t believe me you can check my resumé
50 hours, 3 years and 9 pints of blood was what it took
To get DS from beneath my hood
Tunes wrought out of the lands I frequent
The places where tirelessly treacle I’ve bent, grated, spent, shafted
Swapped skronk for stonk, chopped baroque pop on lock
Lived the strife aquatic, life schematics of a world dramatic
One man stage play, cues from my namesake
A Paranoid King, on a Sheftown ting, a Salopian fling
Back behind the counter at the nether of my tether
Pam sidles up like “which is better? - the Brahms, the Glass, the chamber, the mass?”
Shit I don’t care and shit I don’t ask
Because I’m elsewhere, out there drunk at your expense
Getting agg on the mic but in my defence
I cut my teeth on late night broadcasts thence
And I can still take you through those beats in present tense
credits
from The Strife Aquatic,
released November 10, 2020
Recorded in Salop and London.
Mastered by Bill Henderson in New Jersey at Azimuth.
Super 8 music video directed by Anna Rocchi in the Art Rap Garden.
Despite its themes of isolation and loneliness, Caroline White's latest batch of folk-pop confessionals is an LP brimming with confidence. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2019