Race to the Bottom

by Ghyti

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Poor boy, you're having a hell of a time...

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released May 27, 2018

All tracks by M. Hill. Arrangements by Hill/Henderson/Pipe/Duke.
Recorded and mixed by Jarrad Payne at Wizard Tone Studios.
Mastered by Joseph Cheek at Island Studios.
Produced by Ghyti.

Matt Hill - bass, vocals, keys
Sam Henderson - lead/rhythm/acoustic guitar
Nick Pipe - lead/rhythm/slide guitar
Travis Duke - drums/percussion

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Track Name: Focus
Can't focus
My mind is on lower things
It's hopeless
Can't force myself to begin
Reminded
A dark cautionary tale
Confounded
By the way that he fell

His urban world affords spectacular views
All for the love of a girl he thought he'd nothing to lose
It was a simple urge, a complicated plan
Brought down the weight of the world, undone by being a man

He was a good friend of mine

Unnoticed
Deploy a wandering eye
On notice
Your top can blow any time
Can't focus
Keep losing sight of what's right
But do you really need to get into trouble?
Track Name: Every Dogma Has Its Day
Way up in a tower of glass and gilt and ivory
A critical mind prepares itself to disagree
News of the world condenses and internalised
"I've been thinking things over," he said
He said...

"What's that you say? I say you are wrong
That glimpse of truth hidden before too long
Let me show you the errors of your ways
Trust me, every dogma has its day!"

The absence of truth is not enough to slow me down
I've been here before, follow me, I know my way around
I've done everything, a master of every field
We all have to meet our match some time
Some time...

I've had the shivers and horrors for days
There is no time to explain

What's that you say? I say you are wrong
What's that you say? I say you are wrong
Track Name: Administrative Whore
Spends her day in an office
It gives her something to do
Saving up for a holiday
Working so she can get away

Falls in love with the new boy
A corporation dream
If only he wanted her
Bent over the copier

But she hasn't noticed her best years
Have been slipping away
She wants an office romance
She's just seen her last chance

Doesn't go to the city
She don't go dancing with boys
Lives her life up on the third floor
Like an administrative whore

But she hasn't noticed her best years
Have been slipping away
She wants an office romance
She's just seen her last chance

And she goes laa la la la...

She can't get his attention
Despite how little she wears
She batts her eyes and she flirts and she pouts
But he's doing Irene from accounts

And she goes laa la la la...
Track Name: Object of Desire
Shining among us
But you came out of the blue
Shimmer and sparkle like a flame

Perfect, unbroken
You're one of a kind

Man, what a star you are
You are like a boy, like a girl you are
You are my object of desire

You turn your light onto the crowd
In the palm of your hand
Swagger and swaying to the sound

Magnetic, ambiguous
One of a kind

Attractive, enticing
To all boys and girls
Charming, seductive
The best of both worlds
Track Name: White Cars
White cars jamming up a hill
Flexing muscle, doing will
Unaware, keep pushing through
You know, you know what to do

Don't stop, don't think
Til you hit the brink
White will never lose

Multi-coloured, terrorised
Protected by your mighty size
Confidently navigate
Heed the warnings far too late

Don't stop, don't think
Til you hit the brink
White will never lose
Right?

Driving nowhere
Very slowly
Taking up space
Making noise

Money, power, style and taste
Influences gone to waste
Blinkered, sheltered, barely see
Blinded by your luxury

So drive your fucking privilege
Right over the edge
No-one will miss you
Track Name: Pound of Flesh
Feeling you've been lead astray
Shattering promises, have you been let down again?
Aren't you a delicate flower today?
Feeling you want things to change
Til now you've done nothing and yet you see fit to complain
That's right, everything must go your way

What do you want from me now?
A pound of flesh?
What you love is what you get

Expecting the world to bow down
Something for nothing with interest, paid in full on time
Poor boy! You're having a hell of a time
You think because you can smile
The stink of your mercinary nature has been disguised
No, love. I could smell you for a mile

What do you want from me now?
A pound of flesh?
What you love is what you get

But not a drop of blood
A drop of blood will spill for you
Not a drop of blood
A drop of blood will spill for you

Trapped in your impotent rage
Spitting and fizzing, demanding I hear what you say
Calm down, try not to get carried away
You're so hard done by, I know
Powerful, fortunate, happy, contented and safe
Tell me again all the struggles you face

What do you want from me now?
A pound of flesh?
What you love is what you get

But not a drop of blood
A drop of blood will spill for you
Not a drop of blood
A drop of blood will spill for you

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