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Rock'n'Roll Simulator 2019

by Faux Bandit

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You are famous but only when you're playing the game How cool is it? To be anyone that you want enter The Rock'n'roll Simulator 2019 it doesn't matter what a word means anymore. If all you do is scream then ooh! Encore! No words, no thoughts. A never-ending string of rewards People wanna fuck famous people and People wanna fuck me. Therefore i'm famous people and therefore they're me. If the simulation keeps on spinning and you're playing the game then you're winning. The Rock'n'Roll Simulator 2019 it doesn't matter what a word means anymore. If there is a point to the game then its gone. No tangible rewards. Just another dumb-shit chorus: People wanna fuck famous people and People wanna fuck me. Therefore i'm famous people and therefore they're me. If the simulation keeps on spinning and you're playing the game then i'm winning. You're playing a game that i'm winning. You're playing a game that i'm winning. Does Steven Tyler wince as he sings "eat the rich"? Trying to sing us all the blues in twenty thousand dollar shoes as the hot sun beats down on the real and the simulated, melts only one (not that we can tell the difference). And maybe we're just out here trying to have fun while Gene Simmons tries to sell us more of his tongue and by now you should have realized what you gotta do but the truth is that by now we all see the lie.
2.
This shopping center is a slaughterhouse and my government funded education has betrayed me. The neatly stacked plastic wrapped carrots vacuum packed beetroots and instant noodles have shined on me a blessing of truth: It comes and it goes it comes and it goes it comes and it goes. The PA announces as an alarm goes off and over the blaring siren sings, capitalized: DO BETTER, BE BETTER, DO BETTER, BE BETTER, DO BETTER, BE BETTER But how am I supposed to get better if I cant find and purchase the right medicine? How can I learn from my past if my phone doesn't diligently track where I've been? My signal: It comes and it goes it comes and it goes it comes and it goes. My bank has started leaving me these horrifying voice messages of a grown man just screaming: DO BETTER, BE BETTER, DO BETTER, BE BETTER, DO BETTER, BE BETTER Sell me the things I know Sell me that healthy glow Cast me out on the streets Sell me shelter from heat. Tell me that that's not me as I regurgitate all I see. Sell me sex and virginity Sell me art and validity.
3.
In my backyard Babel I built a tower out of milk-crates and mud but when I got to heaven Ned Kelly couldn't understand me through his dumb hat. They're launching metal into the air I've seen Johnny Cash leave the sky to tell them its not 1957 anymore and you don't have to shoot a man to watch him die. I've left my money behind though I imagine its weird for the rich. For those buried underneath pyramids to meet those who died moving bricks God helped me with a loan: the property market here just crashed. Its all interest-free but God doesn't see all the debt that I've left behind. Time is just a thing and look through it to see myself: a boy becoming a man. Looking at myself to realize I cant wait to monetize all my personality traits. I've been in heaven for a week. No-one has judged me yet. Most people here are pretty young and overall pretty grateful to be dead.
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SAD-01 03:33
On my own I can find no reason to communicate. I bunker down and I decide to wait until tomorrow or another time. Seems to me every year is shorter than the one before but the nights are dragging just as long. Like police cars they all seem to pass me by. Its so easy to call your friends but I don't. All I know, stolen from the things that wash up on my shore. As i'm talking less I listen more but only to myself. Suddenly the future I've been waiting for has just begun time flies when you aren't having fun and tomorrow has already passed me by. Its so easy to call your friends but I don't or I wont - I don't care which one. They don't matter to me. There's gotta be a reason why I don't feel like I am in control. Stuck in the middle of idle hope I am simply holding on.
5.
I got a leather couch, a cherry cola gum. I got a bitter tongue from every flavor won. I got a backed up drive four terabytes. Every photo i'm in is right by my side. I cant look the other way. I cast off all of my petty fears and they all crawl back to me. I want an empty space I wanna close my eyes I wanna leave something, anything, behind. I wanna get away I wanna have nothing I wanna want nothing I wanna want it now. I cant look the other way. I cant change the station on the radio. I cant look the other way. I cast off all of my petty fears and they all crawl back to me. Like a bug, or an infection. I cant make myself immune. How do I burn off all these memories?

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released August 2, 2019

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Brisbane based trio creating a splashing, crashing barrage of rock.

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