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5 Over the Facon: Dr. Nowt: The Early Years: 2012​-​2015 Singles​(​and Ready to Mingles)

by Dr. Nowt

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Hello 05:36
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Hello, and welcome to the world that we made. The world that we built with a hammer & a nail and a spade in the face of adversity. The limbs twitched violently and you’d shudder as the voices screamed, but you learned to blank it out and you learned to ignore. You still hear it all but you don’t listen ‘cause you’re tired and you’re weary and you’re trying to convince yourself that there’s nothing you can do and now you’re getting used to your wealth. Now they’re saying that the world’s going to end in a few days, weeks, months or years and everybody’s fucking terrified, “have they lied or is it going to happen?”, like it even fucking matters, we wouldn’t be much worse off. We’ve raped this planet now for pretty much what it’s worth and I won’t enjoy watching it get worse, when it’s the end of the chapter, the end of the verse, then I’ll smile as I whisper, “goodbye” to earth. We never rehearse the parts that we play, the words that we say or the roles we betray. We read the reviews and we always complain but never deserve to be up on that stage. And when we're denied our peaceful embrace we'll turn backs on gods once we spit in their faces, we're stubborn unbearable scrubbers, we beg for the best at the cost of misfortune for others. So take me away to a place where the sun shines steadily all day, and problems are kept, heavily at bay, and thrown readily away, and when we're all ready we all may, drift away quite happily, on the waves of mortality, and witness no more tragedy, the end of a life of simplicity it doesn't sound too bad to me, "whatever had to be, had to be"? the only certainty about life is death and I'll happily, take that when it comes to me, I just want to be free to be and see as much as I can see, before death comes for me, and I'm gone forever, forgotten, erased. Lying rotten at the bottom of a grave. I wish I could live in a world like this: where the monetary system never existed and all of this religious crap was just somebody's vision that never came true 'cause nobody ever listened. But that is not the world that we're living in, we're living in a world where the pot is hot and it boils a lot, but it's never quite just simmering. If I could have done it any different I would have. I could have done it different, I should have, there's always something missing that I could have had if I'd listened to someone at some point instead of just pissing all my time away and waiting assuming that good things were coming my way without having to pay any dues. How could I lose? With all of these plans that had seemed bullet proof. I really could use a new plan and the means to apply it, so if ever I can I will try it and get out of here when I'm clear for escaping. I'm breaking away with every step that I'm taking 'cause two steps forward and five steps back isn't working any more and I don't want to live my whole life like that. Laid out that flat but it's hard to turn it all around just like that. Eventually we'll all fade away along with every memory that we made along the way. You're just dragging my life out anyway so I may just cut you from the picture with a razor blade and just laugh when the world breaks down and seizes. Nobody could predict that it'd fall to pieces like this at this time, the prophets are dead and this is the last boarding call for Jesus So pack your suitcases we need you to save us now more than anytime else. I don't want to pray to a god if it doesn't exist but if it does then I'm going to be pissed off that it made us. Life is heinous, it's no wonder why people go insane as the time passes by, the world's up in flames just burning away, with our collective conscience, always ignoring all the nameless faces, they plaster all over the TV and in the papers, "we won't feel bad, you can't make us!", this is your fault more than anyone else's, you can do want you want but you'll never break us with your ad campaigns full of movers and fakers seeping into our brains but they'll never shake us we stand tall and we'll never fall into your mould until the day that we meet our makers. I have seen the world falling apart. I will not succumb to what you want.
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Twist & Shout 03:45
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A man born of woe seizes no opportunity. He lives slow and dies old, pleading for release from the greedy world around him, and the flesh that hangs about him and weighs him down. He speaks with such conviction of our right to suffer, and our right to petrify, and our right to putrifaction, and our right to shut our noise holes and take a fat one in the chuff, and of our lack of rights to waive such rights and behave as if we knew what freedom was, and weren't just resigned to lives of barely tolerable futility. "Don't close your eyes, your dreams will haunt your waking mares. Not with ghouls or apparitions, but with misery and despair. You are as me, your are as helpless as can be, we are as one, and I've not the fortitude to take anything of any worth from anyone and I pray for me to perish in rest tonight. Still my breath while I am sleeping. Darkness, douse my might, for all I know is how to suffer. And for all I know, I could live for a hundred years, just hopelessly devoted to self-destruction." Discover, destroy, redesign, rebuild, repackage and advertise. Make a million on resale, make that fucking hit, motherfucker. Spin that shit! Spend that shit, make another mill', milk another cow dry and stick her on the bill. Will they ever stand up and fight you? Will they fuckers like. Suckers in the night, clamour for an inch of yellow light to bathe them and assure them everything will be alright, and it might, but it probably won't. This as the man born of woe seizes no opportunity, makes his own way through the dark and the cold rain, lives slow, dies old in vain and never gets home.
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25 03:57
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Getting out of bed is a waste of time and energy. Progress is an enemy of mine; we’re fighting all the fucking time. It’s always beating the shit out of me, complex inferiority; I feast on genius but only shit out mediocrity. I’m spitting like a downer eating apples, trying to grapple with “The Purpose of Existence”. I am Jack’s repressed rage. Ready to kick and bite my way out of a paper bag and into a cage. This one’s for the feminine guy on platform four, with the shoestring purse, like he’d never seen a wallet before. Live it up, do what you want to get your kicks, the dream will die soon, and with any luck I won’t be far behind it. And if I’ve achieved nothing, then fuck it. I can’t wait to kick the shit out of that bucket. It is unrealistic to think that I will be happy one day after forgetting all of this, and that I’ll be frolicking wild and free on the rolling hills with the heather, instead of just thinking of ways I could kill myself without leaving my bed. Drinking alone to give me some of the Dutch and wasting it shuffling around my room and scribbling nonsense I’ll have forgotten about tomorrow afternoon. It makes a nice change though, I never really do much. Soon I’ll be huffing glue from a bag, sat on a fence at the edge of the woods where the gypsies used to park up. And I’ll be one of them one day, frying eggs outside and discarding of old spark plugs for curious kids to find, stepping on rusty nails in wood. You don’t even feel the pain at first; it hits you when you see the blood. The red just puddling up in the mudd. I met a girl once, with long, blonde-ish hair, a white tank-top and skinny blue jeans. She moved fluidly with mad confidence and an intriguing stare, and I found myself inspired by her promiscuity. She danced seductively. I did the Charleston with my pants off, to some gegger tunes, in a swedy club, with some mosher men, and then I went home, went to sleep, woke up and had Christmas Dinner. I haven’t seen her since and I’m betting I’ll never see her again, and that’s the best of it. As for the rest of it, I make a jest of it, because I made a mess of it and that’s the best way I know how to deal. So I’m taking of my kecks and if my head goes west a bit then I’ll head east and leave it behind lest I remember how to feel. And I’ll dance like everyone here’s watching and my life depends on it. So I stay in constant motion because I’ll die if I stay still. It’s the season of good will. A few hours earlier I got a court summons and a massive bill from the council tax office, but oh well... FUCK IT, I’M DANCING! That’s what I got out of bed for. FUCK IT, I’M DANCING, and I’m a maniac on the floor. FUCK IT, I’M DANCING like I’ve never danced before, and taking a chance on romancing this beautiful fucking whore. FUCK IT, WE’RE DANCING! And tonight we own the floor we dance upon. FUCK IT, WE’RE DANCING! And we’re off our fucking heads. FUCK THE WORLD! I’M DANCING! If I don’t then there’s a chance that by the time I’m nearly happy I’ll be very nearly dead.
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Offspring Smoothie 05:07
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The Sun 04:12
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The Sun belongs to me. But if the Sun goes down on me, then I can't see the Sun. The Moon belongs to me. And if the Moon goes down on me, the Sun will rise again, and I can see. The Sun, the Moon, the dusk, the dawn and the noon belong to me.
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Cake 00:54
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I want some of that cake. That delicious cake with the buttercream, jam, and the icing flowers, that it took someone hours to bake. But I made a big mistake in trying to steal a piece of such a fucking exquisite cake. So I take a cheap cider & black, and wash away the bitter taste left without cake and now I can't go back to rum & coke, I'm not good enough for that. If The Kraken be the drink of fucking champions then I'll drown myself in cheap cider & black.
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Night Sweats 04:50
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Wake up screaming because the terrors of the night are pervious only to reality, and the terrors of your life are pervious only to your death. I wake up drowning in night sweats. I abandon forethought because the future's horrifying. I will kill me when the worst is through. I will end this, I will end you. I wake up early and go to sleep late. I waste an hour, waste another, and waste a day. I waste away. I crave adversity, to give me reason. I'm dying without purpose. Without meaning. Without hope. And I don't need them. I will kill me when the worst is done, and when the best is yet to come.
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Erectile Dysfunction is Not an Issue When the World is Ending (feat. Cheap Dirt) 04:47
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The situation’s altered now, control is changing hands / Our new opressor takes no orders and serves up no demands / Cities crumble under the power of the universe / The remnants of these handcuffs still remain but the effects are not the same / Where once we would stand / Now we’re held under by this hand, waiting for the bubbles to stop // Peel your eyes, the clouds are falling from the skies / Now is not a time to sleep, but for your biggest fears to be realised / Don’t fear the reaper, he gives us no reason to be afraid / Today’s much better than yesterday // The tears stream, the people scream, the children look confused / As their lives are reduced to a glorious tragedy as the apocalypse ensues / It’s the final countdown, fingers crossed and hope you lived it well / And if JC was speaking the truth then I’ll see you all in hell // We’re much better off than yesterday // You’ll have no time to miss anyone, no time to cry / No time to be missed, no time to say goodbye / It’ll be a busy day in heaven, but and even busier day in hell / Because we didn’t have faith in God before we fell, but oh well / I never really liked him anyway // The day we die is much better than yesterday ///
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04-05-13 03:31
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I felt the ground shake. I stare into your pale blue eyes. I remember every second. You're horrified. I'm horrified. It's city-wide. I think I know you. I down another. Limbs are flailing. I don't know this guy. He's concerned but not for you or I. This card you gave me. And this make-up on my hand. Will be reminders. Of our short time. And this group of people. They're afraid to die. But not afraid for you to. They tore it up tonight. We're celebrating. They just sit and cry. My feet are aching. Your mouth is dry. The ground is shaking. The pieces lie scattered. Your eyes are itching. You stare into my dark brown eyes. I'm coming with you. I heard my mother. We'll talk about it. I saw another girl. She could have been you. We'll talk about it later. A different colour. I saw the aftermath. Limbs are twitching. I'll read about it in the papers. I missed the chaos. I'm coming with you. I walked into this. I thought I knew you. My mind is fresh. Your eyes are open. My eyes are failing. Your mind is broken. I just stare into your pale blue eyes. They quiver. They're horrified. They've seen such terrible, unthinkable sights. Such darkness in that. Blinding white light. The red heat that followed. The fleeting lives. Your world's demise. I couldn't help you. Limbs are jolting. Mouths are screaming. Feet are stomping. The smoke is tearing into your pale blue eyes. I'm lost amidst this. I think I know you. Regurgitation. I'm staring at you. It's dark around me. The least I can do. This group of people. They just sit and cry. All I can do is. Close your pale blue eyes.
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U R MY 1N5P1R4710N 03:03
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You are my inspiration. You are my guiding light. You source my motivation. You cause my slow decline. You tore me asunder. Impossible to find. I'm jolted from my slumber. You're kick starting my mind. Implode because you made me. I hate when you're not here. I hate all that you gave me. I hate, I love, I fear. Send no search party for me. I'm sick and you can't cure me. Outside the world is killing. I only grow inside. This world is getting smaller. My tales are getting taller. I can only fall farther. I only rot inside. You are my imagination. You're what keeps me alive. You deal in my elation. I deal with an empty life. I stare into the darkness. I stare into my mind. I've lost all comprehension. I've no concept of time. There is no inspiration. There is no guiding light. There is no motivation. There is only decline. I've got rocks in my pockets. And the water's on my mind.
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I Will Self-Destruct 06:30
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I’m running out of patience, waiting for a change of pace. The station’s not going to change itself. In the realms of the rational, I’m far from the sensational. I’m ready to just get pissed up and fuck around with the Lament Configuration. Torn apart by something undefineable & indescribable, applied adhesive, and clumsily reassembled. Hazardous, yet funcional. I stumbled around from room to room, but never found my fucking wallet, and I fucking want it, but I don’t need it. I’ll live without it. So I’ll leave it all behind. Content, I’m sure, is something I will never find. But the thrill is in the chase and I’ve 26 years that I’ll never erase. I’ve wasted all my days, I’m running out of time, so I’ll get drunk, get nude, sniff drugs, kiss dudes, bleed cash, steal food, steal drugs, steal booze, go far, ditch love, fuck whores, spill blood, drink more and get proper fucked. I will self-destruct. Torn apart by something beautiful. Reassembled hastily with minimal instruction. Leave the world alone. Self -contain destruction, and I’ll leave the world alone. There’s an ocean of wealth at the bottom of this ocean of self-loathing and regret. This ocean I dwell in, it swells with my hatred, I ache to forget myself and redefine what I am. What I am is an alchemist, trying to make gold out of shit. And that impossibly perfect, it seems, I can only dream about it after a long walk home in the weather, delirious and broke, but in my waking hours I can but choke and choke, and choke away my pleasure, and stammer at the joy, it’s far beyond my power to enjoy. Everything I ever wanted won’t amount to any fucking thing at all if I never get any of it. So I won’t admit to needing anything or wanting anything at all and then I never will be disappointed. There’s naught to do in this dank, vapid rut, but scribble the musings of a miserable worthless cunt, getting drunk on self-loathing, rum and disgust, so I’ll clamber out and I will self-destruct.
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The Chase 02:21
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My legs are tired, My feet are swolen, My feet are blistered, My legs are folding. The chase has carried on so long, And I've no where near caught up. My lungs are wheezing, My stomach's empty, My heart it pounding, I've ulcers, plenty. The chase has carried on so long, And carried on for naught. Drain the pus, The weeping holes that line my guts, Are seeping my intentions, This is all my own invention. The phantom gases, feeding my distention. I pray for rot upon my spinal column, Edging, solemn, To feast on my intangible insides, And leave me hollow and fragile. We chase to feel alive, But the best parts of us died, Before the chase began, When we were open wide. Now we do what we can, What we can to stay alive. To slow the rot inside, And try to understand, But it's far out of our hands, The chase ends where the chase began.
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Dance Class 04:30
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He looks like he's actually getting a bonk-on.
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The Interview 06:36
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Jeremy, could you suck this for me?
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Warring Factions 10:37
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I thank my parents for what they gave me: compassion, self respect, dignity and the power to persist. And though everything I've done is not a testament to how they raised me, I accredit the good in me to them, And the bad to me and my environment, I've picked up morals along the way that exist in me now. And though the tempters may persist, I assert my power to resist, yet still arrive at this bland conclusion: Ignorance is bliss. It's hard to visualise the visage of a child alight with hope, And believe that child was me, now, With just shy of a quarter century of experience under my belt. Questioning the validity of every feeling that I ever felt, And spending my days just giving up what little is left of my hope, Until I've thrown it all away. The dreamers say: "Tomorrow, I will away. Not to return until I've found some worth." It's probably not worth the effort. Not worth even a fucking pound. We should just burn it. Burn it all to the fucking ground. There's no resolution. Revolution's a hollow dream. The red pill tastes revolting, But the blue does more harm than you see. The conflict rages on, it's thundering towards, Nothing but more bland as fuck conclusions, And unwinnable wars. I don't know what it means to win, I don't know what it means to lose, Nor what it means to live. I only know what it means to be alive, Just to survive. I thank the world for what it gave me: Life, death, the capacity for hate, The power to struggle and the will to resist. Yet I still arrive at the same bland conclusion Regarding the nature of ignorance...
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Purple Aki's Lament 03:00
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Gary Handbag's Day Off 04:03
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Throwdown! 07:55
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I'm clawing my eyes out of my skull, And carving all the veins from my arms, I'm tearing all the scabs off my throat, And my insides are burning out of control. Is everybody confused? (ney), I'm making no sense at all, You want a room with a view? You need ideas for walls, Someone had ideas for me, Ideas for a lock and a key, And it gave me some ideas for them, And now I've got myself some ideas of freedom. I awaken to a world, unrelenting, unforgiving, Where unresolved problems occupy the back pages, 'cause "fuck lives!" if money can be made. Fuck rights, a guage the rections of the people, Of a world so unforgiving, unrelenting and unequal, Where Big Momma's House gets TWO fucking sequels. I hear that when you asphyxiate you hear beautiful music, Like an orgy of angels, howling and pounding whatever they're able. We are bored and distorted, disillusioned, large and in charge, Our perceptions infintely contorted, We don't know how to live but we know who we are. Hig as fuck, strung out on contempt, And drunk on anger, hatred and rage, For more reasons than it'd be polite to mention, But I'm sick of being locked in this liqourice fucking cage. My flesh crawls and I itch beneath my skin, I'm worn out and ready to turn in, I'm rotten to my core and I'm waiting, For my real life to begin. But oh, to sieze grace and to fly, as if upon wings, Beyond faith, and to ascend beyond such things, Now with my eyes eclipsed, I can but glimpse, Into a world I can never live in. Where we can fly the planets, We can anti-gravitise, We can burn the cosmos, We can empty out the skies, We can infiltrate those who perpetrate, And rot our souls, And we can tear them down, And recreate with what we know. And here, where the skies burn brightest red, And the clouds barritone for our glorious dead, Soon, the rains will band to rinse the lands, And return us to a state of content, And here, the downtrodden stand their ground, And those oppressive souls don't make a sound, Upon the mud and stone, where they stand all but alone. So live it up (pick it up) Throw down!
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Captain John 03:08

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Dr. Nowt Manchester, UK

Born at the dank floor of a ceaselessly deepening pit, Dr. Nowt, in his decreasing sanity, haphazardly hurls notes and words together, bellowing out the result upward through the void in the hope that it might reach the surface, even just to the lip of his abode where by chance, one might happen upon his cries and project outward his message of peace, kindness, hope and a distaste for humanity. ... more

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