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Shit Keeps Happenin'

by Jude Joseph

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Coin Laundry Jude Joseph is a wonderful human, an incredibly gifted songwriter and a very close friend of mine. I knew the first time we spent an early morning together, that this young human was beyond capable of understading people on a wider scale than perhaps anyone I’ve ever known. It is for these reasons that I’ll forever love his introspection, honesty and boyish charm. To one of the highest quality songwriters I know, power to you my friend. Rise in revolution, you do a credit to us all. ❤️
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1.
Tinderbox 06:32
It's morning inside of this mess Of infrastructure and ivory towers Surrounding the broken and dispossessed And all this destruction of such sacred things Nature displaced and defaced and encased While they still have the nerve to call it God's creation And I hear your voice in so much detail From so many kilometres away Darling, there's not a day That I'm not counting hours and remembering your face And if I could I'd run to you Or at least I'd run till my lungs gave out Till my head was pounding or my heart rate stopped But as it is I'm waiting fifteen more days Cos you're the Bass Strait and a stateline away And my love, you're restless For you this world is too small Someday you'll see it all Yeah we'll see buildings rise and fall We'll struggle to make up our minds as to whether we miss em when they're gone As you take my hand I know that we don't need that shit anyway All thoughts are but distractions from what is and ought to be And by the same token, there is hope in everything So leave behind these worldly problems We can take flight, there's only water And earth, wind and fire to help and to hinder us Tinderbox hearts to light a spark in this wilderness Tinderbox hearts, tinderbox minds, tinderbox souls Joined together by some force of nature Some unknown chemistry Some twist of luck And if I could I'd run to you Or at least I'd run till my lungs gave out Till my head was pounding and my heart rate stopped But as it is I'm waiting fifteen more days Cos you're the Bass Strait and a stateline away Tinderbox hearts, tinderbox minds Tinderbox souls, tinderbox eyes Tinderbox skin, tinderbox bones Tinderbox flesh, we'll ignite and explode We're untouchable Tinderbox eyes, tinderbox minds TInderbox souls, tinderbox hearts TInderbox skin, tinderbox bones Tinderbox flesh, we'll ignite and explode We're untouchable With you I need no notion of home
2.
We scream along with ballads like we even know the lyrics Yeah, we've all got broken hearts from falling in love with restless wandering spirits You're not special and it's no big deal Put your cash back in your wallet, we can score a free meal The next time I wear my heart on my sleeve I hope that I get greeted with a, ‘aww nice jacket mate, can I try it on?’ And so I do my best to shed the individualistic mind But my songs still wind up in the first person Try not to think of anything relating to this feeling Sinking into my own consciousness till I struggle to breathe And there's a lot of shit that I need to do And it doesn't involve waking up at 12 thinking of you And how you'll be gone soon There's no more cigarettes and no more spin and my lungs feel empty Pre-empting fate and pretending despite everything that I'm okay Cos this is the middle ground, the precious absence of understanding Any fucking thing about any fucking thing And there's a lot of shit that I need to do And it doesn't involve waking up at 12 thinking of you And how you'll be gone soon I'm not special and it's no big deal Put your cash back in your wallet, we can score a free meal The next time I wear my heart on my sleeve, I know you'll be in front of me Brandishing a gun at me Taking everything but my money You'll take everything but my money Cos you know that I don't have any
3.
The Stress 02:48
I hope someday we can say with meaning That things aren't weird between you and me Or him and them or the people in the middle We're all in so deep sometimes we compete to come up to breathe And this year has seen such shake-ups And wake-up calls some of us will make a choice to ignore I'm gonna lay in this bed I've made for a little while more She's still on my mind almost all of the time And where we’d be if I could've been a little more fine But our bad days both could get a little out of hand too easy I guess one of us just had to draw a line I guess I'll see you in two weeks’ time But everyone's so burnt out Burnin cigarettes at both ends And falling over incidents I swear are trivial at best So why do we still feel the stress? Now I'm adjusting to not needing something up my nose to function It gets like that sometimes, you know, but it's all under control Cos I refuse to be the kind of waste of potential we've all seen Too many times by now So everything is fine Even when it's fucked If I try to be okay Can I still call you when I'm stuck And Scott Morrison is back in So it just might be too late To care so much about everything And so to compensate We'll rail pills and stay up late Yeah we'll do drugs and stay up late But everyone’s so burnt out Burnin cigarettes at both ends And falling over incidents I swear are trivial at best So why do we still feel the stress?
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5.
We chase our youth away in drains Under the freeways and rail lines Or else we're on suburban corners Waitin longer every time Either on a come-up or a comedown from somethin or someone At any given moment half the time that we're alive Jump between misdemeanors and felonies To keep your lust for life lit bright and your head held high Who can even say what's wrong or right If you're happy when you wake up you're doin better than fine She said, “I don't understand how you can stay awake that long” She said, “this ain't livin, go get some sleep and get on with it” You poured your heart into about 5 songs That you still play to yourself sometimes And the things that drive you forward Came with warnings you left behind Trails of words that fell on deaf ears Cos suffice to say that love is blind So they work their 40 hours Payin off degrees that they struggle to justify If your time is in your hands you're doin better than fine He said, “I don't understand how you can stay awake that long” He said, “this ain't livin, go get some sleep and get on with it” He said he doesn't understand He doesn’t understand How could they understand? She said, “I don't understand how you can stay awake that long”

about

Life over the last 12 months has been little short of a tumultuous whirlwind that included the formation of, and disintegration of, powerful relationships and connections; a brief, yet hugely chaotic and volatile, relocation across a stateline; multiple different encounters with mental health and substance abuse spirals; and even a very public politically charged act of violence in Edinburgh Gardens from a ragtag group of self-styled “anti-racist punks”, plus a fish bodyguard, targeting myself, and by extension of circumstance other members of the community - to give only a concise insight into a raging wildfire of a year. This is to say nothing of the experiences of those around me, as we travel along our own unique paths that intersect and meander where they will, varying in intensity but perceived through subjective lenses and thus impossible to be objectively measured. I can say for myself at least that at the foundation of all of this is the unending pursuit of greater notions of home beyond the building in which I sleep, eat, and find shelter, as well as the blood family I'm blessed to retain, or in one case, relinquish. Not in disregard to the privileges some of us hold and others lack, there is little satiation for this common search for a stronger sense of community and connection. It binds us together and holds us accountable for and to each other in a way that comes almost instinctively to most of our kind.

This EP is a testament to the last year and the joy and strife with which it came, with complete awareness as to its self-inflicted nature. Each track was recorded in one take over the span of 2 hours during the night, live into a single mic, in the small tin bungalow in the backyard of my family home in which I spend the majority of my time these days (the legendary K-Hol), and mixed and mastered over the following few days. Its relatively spontaneous conception is an expression of my letting go of those 12 months. With this release I close the chapter, extinguish the wildfire - finding closure for the previously unbridled emotional cocktail and leaving those feelings as nothing but memories and lessons in the remaining ashes. The sudden planning and recording process was also an attempt at distracting myself the first night of trying to temporarily get clean from a certain substance cold turkey with no other substances besides a pouch of JPS red and my last couple points left (in reality, recording yourself live in a small tin room while coming down is the least effective way of doing this. Would not recommend). The journey of course can't be neatly sectioned into chapters. It is constant and as such the next is already being written. I reject the very idea of regret as anything more than an opportunity to learn from the negative experiences. The lowest points you've ever been to inarguably led to the highest points you have been or are yet to be. This doesn't negate the trauma, but it is the reason I'll never say I wish I'd done anything differently in my life. With this release, the only next step is to carry these experiences as stories to be told, and anticipate the coming stories as shit keeps happenin’ and we all go a’laughing to storytelling graves.

credits

released August 21, 2019

Performed, recorded, mixed and mastered by Jude Joseph

All songs written by myself except track 4, originally written by Michael Schneeweis (Michael Jordan Touchdown Pass). Go listen to the rest of his music at:
michaeljordantouchdownpass.bandcamp.com

Artwork photographed by myself
Model: Devil Burrows
Designed by my sick cunt brother, Geoff Davey.

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