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This Your Secret Enemy
Lyrics

We Hunger

And the deeds of the many are

But collectively they'll bring us doom

This is the height of a zero sum economy 

It feeds us the best of scum

Hey we hunger.

In the new world your obedience in motion

Your grace was produced by a devil's work

Stripped of its beauty staged like a model

Sold for approval for an hair shirt

Hey we hunger.

See You On The Weekend

Did I hear what you’re saying to me

As we broke into sight of sea

With your bright conch shells and firm backstroke

with starfish and your seaweed rope?

With your rhetoric, and your salty tropes,

with your shanty loaded on a boat?

 

Visit you on a weekend maybe.

 

And I’ve been

And I’ve been

 

All This Was Wasted

It’s a shame that you’re nobody.

You wake up each day and your heart’s like a flower wrapped around a stone.

It’s a lonely day when you decide

To hold your face to a long forgotten pain.

 

Long farewell, you’ve re-assigned,

Her face was stolen, you knew of that, but you didn’t have the heart to say.

It’s an old concern, you knew enough, you knew just enough to say . . .

 

All this was wasted on you.

 

It’s a shame you know so much

You cared enough, you cared just enough to say

It’s a shame you speak too much,

You cared enough, you cared just enough to say…

 

All this was wasted on you.

All this was wasted on you.

The Land Owns You

The sand that slips under the door

Like a letter from the landlord saying:

The desert owns you.

 

The girl who slips out of the door,

Her eyes moving across the dunes

As she adjusts her wind-swept veil

 

Against the sand, the sand . . .

 

The shudder passes through her hips.

The blast that takes her fingertips

Is a ghost she has set free.

 

The adults crowd around her now

Unwrap the bloody bandages

That cover her small hands

 

Were her hands, her hands.

Do do do—

 

Not one of those fireworks

That fat smart-arsed American kids

Light on independence day.

 

Would you pose to shake her hand,

Your mouth holding an uneasy smile

Till the camera turned away

 

To this land, to this land?

 

Do do do—

Does a man who kills another man

Do better than a man who does other things

 

With his hands?

When Humans Walked The Earth

(instrumental)

Meridian

You made us.

 

She’s so wild

but without a bad side

Leaves so quick

with a promised slight.

 

You may not inherit sighs

You may not,

You may reach the meridian.

 

You’ve seen a light at sea,

You shone a light

But you’ll never reach the meridian.

 

We’re so light,

We move aside.

You say I

Don’t go at night.

Your sight

Will realise,

All night

We’ll hold a line.

 

You shone a light on me,

You brought a light in

But you’ll never reach the meridian

 

You made us.

This Your Secret Enemy

She has arrived but she won’t see anyone,

She’s so bright you can't see anyone

The curtain parts but you don’t see anything.

The contest waits on some untapped venom

She’s so alive but she won’t see anyone

She’d sold out but the session was a bad one

You fail here you fail anywhere

You bleed now you’ll bleed any day

 

Some say to leave but the circus is coming

You shiver through the glass like an unkilled animal

The electric eel is slivering into anyone

You stop here the train stops anywhere

 

You've come alive but you won't do anything

You come here and you stop anywhere

Oh, you won’t come. She won't come.

The news is real, but you can’t convince anyone

You flock here, the shunking any . . .

Slinking off  … to the interstate

The corset fits, your broken might is gone

 

You flail like a fragrant entity

Can you believe the synchronity

She's so right, you want sail anywhere -

She’s still here with your secret enemy

 

Oh, you won’t come. She won't come.

Show me up, you come through me.

 

She’s so arrived but she so won’t sail anywhere

She’s hard to please so you never took her anywhere

The trip is over and the trip is over

The curtain shifts and the lanterns glowing

 

You jumped the style,

What’s the bridge you are passing

The sun pissed through the broken fence / an empty style

You can’t complain, well you can complain but

If you fail here, you’ll fail anywhere

 

You won’t come. (She won’t come.)

Show me up, you come through me.

The Secret's Known

The sea is known for sending astray

The careless ship when mistakes are made

Though the sea is known.

 

The sea has broken on your tail

The sun will break upon your sail

The sea is known.

 

Watching all pass away into the eye of the storm.

 

The old cartographer still sleeps

The map still hidden on his ship

The cargo stolen and below

The channel waters shark’s outgrow

The memory that he kept inside

The books that hold their riddles of lives

Like boxes inside boxes till

The atom stares back with its will

The atom’s known.

 

Watching her pass away into the eye of the storm.

 

Cables crawl inside its hole

What they become inside’s not known

Little mix uncertainly

Only ‘cos of your uncertainty

But the secret’s known

Psi Oxide

a trace of psi-oxide

the noxious fumes

trace where the money’s soft

and the grease went too

 

and the waste is a long stem

a long stemmed noose

it crawls like a flower here

a flower induced

 

and if the weeks if the weeks if the weeks pass by

if you want and you want and you wanted style

if you want, if you got, if you caught, the cost is high

the cost is high

 

and on the lee side

the choice ends two

the magnet is fastened

to the main-sail tooth

 

and if you're caught if you're caught if you’re caught inside

and if a week if a week if a week passed by

and if you want, if you want, if you wanted

he sells sighs, he sells sighs

 

so this is the place?

and you still seek him, seek him?

yes this is the place,

oh can you place him place him?

 

and if the creep and the creep walks by oh the creeps walk by

and if you wanted wanted, you wanted style

if you warn and you warn him to say bye

to say bye

 

so this is the place?

and you still seek him, seek him?

yes this is the place,

oh can you place him place him?

 

you want oh you want oh you want so bad

the flame and the guide and the books burn black

you want what you want what you want but the books to burn black

the books burn black the books burn black the books burn black the books burn back

Find a Hole

‘Say you’re alive but you know you’re breathless,

Getting along on Satan juice,

Yes you’re alive but you know you’re breathless

Would you deceive me if I told you what you should do?

 

Say you’re alive but you know you’re breathless

Head in a while and save me,

What would you do?

What would you do?

 

And you wake war and take my hand,

And what in the world is this command?

Sing ‘wait’ and ‘charge’ and ‘fall in line’,

But what would you my friend then do?

 

And so you’re alive with a song to sing

And there’s another bow to string,

Stay a while while, it’s drawing in,

Find a hole to just to crawl in.

 

Trace the time you took me in.

Is the line between us worn too thin?

The hole you found to just crawl in

Is too close to the one I’m in.

 

Say you’re alive but you know you’re breathless

Getting a ride on Satan’s goose,

Living on light, but you know you’re breathless

Guarding the light and tell me what would you do?

What would you do?

 

And you chase crime

For a second time

And what would be a shake to you?

And take the time for another shine,

And what would you my friend then do?

 

On first name terms with a fallen saviour,

Fought on through a foreign fever,

Moving walls are closing in,

Something to put your conscience in,

 

Your needs are known but need some flavour

She has got the merchant’s favour.

Forget both this, and what has been,

Just find a hole and just crawl in.

The American Line

You missed a day, you missed a day to discover

That someone’s got your lover and you’ll never find another,

So you let them blow your cover and you let them blow the motherland away.

 

You missed a day, you missed a day to discover

That they put him in the oven, said he’s black and had it comin’ -

Made her body red and runnin’ no one died from too much fuckin’, not this way.

 

The state has got you by the throat,

Said you’ve got some news

But they say who the fuck cares, hey?

The American Lion shakes the world within its mane.

Step aboard for the American Lion

 

You missed a day, you missed a day to discover

Someone gave the order to extend another border  

Just long enough to murder some discretionary ruler in their way.

 

The state has got you by the throat,

Said you’ve got some news

But they say who the fuck cares, hey?

The American Lion shakes the world within its mane.

Step aboard for the American Lion

 

If you don’t bring the sunshine who is gonna bring the rain?

If you don’t bring the sunshine who is gonna bring the rain?

Step aboard for the American Lion

If You Had a Lie

If you had a joke you would tell it better—

Wish I had a joke just like that to—

But I got the truth and the truth is better—

Who am I going to tell it to?

 

You’ve got a shirt and tie that matters—

Wish I had a shirt just like that too—

You’ve got the friends to say you’re better—

Wish I had someone to see me through.

 

This is what you have committed

And this is what you’ll own up to,

And this is what I said would happen

But you don’t say much now do you?

 

You’ve got a ride but the ride is better

Than wherever you are going to,

And you’ve got a voice but your thoughts are better

Than whoever you are talking to.

Death By A Thousand Spectral Blows

the ghost of my childhood

self is in the doorway

no horror more enormous than

every step he makes leads back to me

 

you’re moving in slow mo

something’s in the water

a shadow’s on the border

a statement that proves nothing happened (here)

 

have you the time to catch the snow

or face death by 1000 spectral blows

you opened your arms to a world so numb

that scraping the shit from your shoes is fun.

 

It’s all in what you throw

I’m depending on your fever

Shedding all the fear

And heading to the sea

 

The guild is getting harsher

Shy wielding winder

You’re moving from the centre

And you’re sinning from your heels

 

have you the time to catch the snow

or face death by 1000 spectral blows

you opened your arms to a world so numb

that it closed both your mind and your heart from love

that scraping the shit from your shoes is fun.

 

And the ghost is gone

And the ghost is gone

And it’s been cast away

 

And you know it’s a joke

Just a joke

And at that just a throwaway

 

have you the time to catch the snow

or face death by 1000 spectral blows

you opened your arms to a world so numb

that scraping the shit from your shoes is fun.

 
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Album Notes

The songs that ended up collated in this album were written around 2006, around the same time as some of the songs on the preceding album You Little Bastard and the succeeding album 21st Century Gore, with some songs bouncing back and forth between them until I settled on the present arrangement. I think The Land Owns You, All This Was Wasted, and See you on the Weekend were written earliest, in close proximity, while most of the others were written maybe a year or two after within a fairly close time frame. It's possible We Hunger and When Humans Walked the Earth were a little later, with the former initially written for 21st Century Gore, but my best guess is that nothing was written later than 2013.

Conceptually, this album coheres around apathy and anger at political and economic issues, but not in any topical manner, in that I wasn't writing about any specific events. The title could be seen as evoking the classic definition of ideology in the intuitive way I understood it as a child, meaning all the ways hypocrisy is occulted, mystified, and denied to justify our moral compromises. But it also connoted the threat of the atom, the threat of oneself, and a general sense of paranoia. The cover's nautical bent came from the thematic relevance of the ocean and kraken as symbols of an overwhelming and indifferent force of annihilation in the face of greed, but also because of the imagery of Meridian and The Secret's Known.

Beyond that there's not much to say about the songs other than that most of the lyrics were improvised from first play throughs of basic chord progressions, with any redundancies or inaudible phrases expressionistically rewritten to match the melodic pattern of the initial, improvised deliveries. In the end, I would say that when composing this the mood moved from the anger and occasionally playful distractions in You Little Bastard and earlier albums towards the more indeterminate menace that underpinned on 21st Century Gore.

Glen Spoors, November 2021

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