Out beyond where it's hard luck
Hard earners wake and then tally up
Work or home the contract decrees
Your time now a schedule weekly
Time so dispensed can be hard to spend
Life now relies on every clock tick
It’s so strange when our modern techniques
Can plague our primitive needs
I care none for these dumb worksheets
These forms they keep on me
And I won't plead no I won't be the supplicant on my knees
Taxes are spent and then earned again
Products evolve then are born again
Then I walk my diligent feet
Off to work and the cycle repeats
I'm not beyond nor am I above
Count every callous where my credit rubs
Paper cuts all the faithful and true
Taste the blood though none of it blue
In a more perfect world, this band would blaring out of every radio on Earth. The lyrics, the vocals, the just-outta-teens snark and earnestness... so much to love. paulimboden
A beautiful and criminally underrated album, complete with utterly unique lyrics, ethereal guitar, and stunning bass work. The soundtrack to some very, very good years. wack_jilliams
Tense post-punk from Big Supermarket, “1800” threads bent-wire guitars through blinking keys and dead-eyed vocal lines. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 9, 2018