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Mush from the Wimp

by ces hotbake

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Chris Wiley
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Chris Wiley That voice! It’s truly one of a kind. If the moon could sing? That’s kind of how it would sound. And the songs - those angular aching melodies, laid against the elegant piano chords... I have listened to this many times, and will again. It haunts me, and I’m glad to be haunted.
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1.
Stuckism 05:13
so what if I can't move at all, let alone on? I've never been one for the gym, unless you count lifting things to my chin and down again so i'm the queen of sheba when i'm 3 in? who's it hurt to let me think that i'm truth coming out of her well even if i'm just some wet bitch? but why should I have to find a better man now you can just be one? so what I wear hairshirts to arguments? so I don't mind a drink? high time -you- decided to join the temperance league! so I like feeling wronged and I like gin? would it kill you to let me think that i'm truth coming out of her well even when i'm just some wet bitch? i'll pour one out for you, cheers and beers to us! but why should I have to find a better man when you could just be one?
2.
Sprung 04:00
wasn’t trying to start shit was never trying to start shit but you try being this thin and dry in this heat 
without catching alight looking up at you from earth, burning out before you hit 
 to think i thought things that spring eternally couldn’t be sprung on me to think i thought i’d lock a standing army out with a front door key 
but that’s why it goes in the jar 
was caliburnus found weeping  at being thrown underarm back in the deep end? 
no: she had no-one to impress, only arthur did  
 
to think i thought things that spring eternally couldn’t be sprung on me something even a king of gods couldn't solve, made a woman take care of 
but that's why it goes in the jar if you want to ~find yourself~ go find yourself
3.
Rosie 04:22
rosie i appreciate you coming round, really! although no-one enjoys being found this prickly and unshowered, where were you though when i needed help to be more than an also-ran? y ou'd say "grow a pair garn go make his day: cop a pie, a passiona and a lik-m-aid, and ask him if he'd like to share.  after all, you only get one year 8 swimming carnival" but rose: my untook shots, my un-shat-in pots, my couch with cellophane still on, the blockades that i would've run were i made of harder stuff made like you, of harder stuff she's a big girl and she would have gotten over it he's an even bigger boy, he would've lived.  or he wouldn't have but does it matter if history remembers winners and forgives?  and yeah, it would have kept me up at night, but so does everything, so wheres the sacrifice: for someone who looks at me like i'm christmas morning instead of someone who looks at me like i'm christ? rose, my untook shots my un-shat-in pots my rows of GI joes still in the box the rules i'd have the guts to flout were i made of harder stuff than gold, made of harder stuff
4.
Sirk's Up! 04:18
i took a sudden dislike to the suite thought of how ugly it'd be in the morning an an old ironing board some blue and yellow light showing off the worst of me all the restraint and mess of an upended box of marbles have you thought why not try being normal keep all your bad weather words: "fervent" and "ardent", "torrid" and "tempestuous", who farted? come on out, i'm fine and 29: the kind of day you'd find too mild to notice* dinner at eight to phone call, baby star to last year's model have you thought, why don't you try: being normal I took the L man like a good sport, on the chin I took my own cab what the hell man? *written age 31 but didn't rhyme lol
5.
Waitress 04:16
now i've all this time i've time for the small, sensible things: i lay tomorrow's clothes out tonight, i peel eggs over the bin now i've all this time i've time to remember all the small, sentimental things: the wet moss and carwash smell of your street on sunday evenings and now i've all this time, there's no such thing as spare but now i've all this time, you'd think i'd make some for another man to wait on with my "what can i get you?" with my "are you done?" to wait on me with my "are you watching?" with my "i'll have another one"

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I wrote a lot of sad songs during 2017 & 2018, here are five of them

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released December 25, 2019

songs written by me ces hotbake.
some songs recorded by Henrique Dib, some recorded by me ces hotbake
mixed by Guy Fenech
cover art by Andy Gorehol

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ces hotbake Sydney, Australia

Ces Hotbake is a singer, songwriter, and pianist. She is often described as large, long-necked, and with one or more humps protruding from the water.

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