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Whole Heart

by Jogging

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1.
Curse of knowledge! Empathy gap! Projection bias! Payoff, sap! Matching pennies! Zero sum! Sucker's payoff! Equilibrium! While you're waiting for the universe, It has no memory of past results, Wipe the slate clean Horseshoe theory! The golden mean! Stupid neutral! Slate wiped clean! Gambler's fallacy! High or low Chance maturity! Monte Carlo Prisoner's dilemma You make things worse now Prisoner's dilemma Co-operate or defect Wipe the slate clean Affective forecast! Naive reals Contamination With rubberheels Pet the kicked dog Face-heel turn Kick that pet dog We can't learn Turn cheek, don't turn coat
2.
Hopscotch in to the trees without your say-so I slide in to the breeze no matter where it blows Half-measures most of the time, that's not my M.O. Full measures half of the time, that's more the way to go (Hot shot, sing-along) Four-legged hop-along How soon can you bring it on back for the one, two? Make room, a junket to the city for a fresh mood Plough through, creating noise to force my absolution Without you, couldn’t make it work because we know it takes two Upstanding most of the time, like a flamingo Stood up, passed in the line, stolen by dingo Canary on a landmine, the source of my woe Stood up, passed in the line, a fucking shitshow (Hot shot, sing-along) Four-legged hop-along Shouting. Rerouting. Slogging. Still Jogging I was a shitshow, you're a garden-flower show. I was a shitshow
3.
Loggerheads 05:11
This vessel, this vessel is decrepit Everything's sinking, yet the water is so tepid The waves, the tides, the surface currents The limits of tyrants are prescribed by endurance Hatching plans, hatching like a horrid hen All gone awry, these best laid plans of mice and men The fragile balance of plants and minerals We'll be the mascots at our own funeral So when you've made the choice not to be on your own A different way of life, a black hole Try not to lose control It seems like one mistake can turn a lifetime's work to catastrophe It only takes one time, found crawling on your knees Trying to find the last of your dignity You've got to use restraint You've got to give and take, you've got to work things out and negotiate Like two crabs, two crabs in a bucket Our spoons are long, but now they're also rusted Trying to keep it metaphysical A "something something" that's apolitical We've died inside, you're still dyed-in-the-wool We look distended, you just look like your belly's full A boring disease, not even tropical Gimme a sing-song that's not so topical (At loggerheads) Rabble-rousing, rising from the rabid rush Not taking commands, but pissing on the burning bush These vacant halls, at least they echo (echo) These crumbling walls become our own jericho These clumsy smears, smears all on the windowpane The fingerprints, dislocated, masked by rain The fragile balance of plants and minerals We'll be the mascots at our own funeral (At loggerheads)
4.
Tiger's Tail 04:56
For the first time we couldn’t get in front of it, If we can’t get in front of it then we must stand apart from it (Encore, anchor, intense rancour) For the second time we couldn’t stand apart from it, If we can’t stand apart from it then we must get on top of it (Encore, anchor, intense rancour) For the third time we couldn’t get on top of it, If we can’t get on top of it then we must get inside of it Hold on to the tiger’s tail For the fourth time we couldn’t get inside of it If we can’t get inside of it we must rip our way out of it (Once more, sank more, extreme ardour) For the fifth time we couldn’t rip our way out of it If we can’t rip our way out of it we must simply destroy it (Once more, sank more, extreme ardour) For the sixth time we couldn’t convince ourselves destroy it If we can’t just destroy it we must get out in front of it (Round and round, more and more, exact same as before) If this is all we are... (Like clockwork, like a cartwheel)
5.
Fleeceflower 04:33
Life is rigged, we’re tested, and measured fail each time then set some new goals A better life is out there, so grab it all it takes is 12 more payments Check your cash, regret it, regret it designed to fail, live for the weekend All your plans have shifted, adjusted but that’s just how the knotweed takes hold Bots will replace us, destroying our jobs what’s left for us but to follow our hearts Thousands of people living the dream pursuing pursuits that will fulfill their needs Thousands of people developing skills a race to the top where nobody wins The noise of a thousand being the best is not the noise that I like best Leave no open hole Leave no root of the knotweed so it can't grow Fleeceflower, borrowed soul Leave no room for the knotweed so it can't grow My home, it's where I go Not to lay down my head but to just lay low Fleeceflower, borrowed soul Leave no root of the knotweed so it can't grow Second guessing my second guess I'm a sceptical sceptic I must confess Getting all of my ducks now in a row Not to cross any path, just to watch them blow Brace yourself before it takes hold society’s problems are about to unfold Advancements mean an easier life if you’re lucky not to be left by the side All our lives a struggle, a muddle pretend we’re fine but not as you know it All your plans have shifted, adjusted but that’s just how the knotweed takes hold We’re all here now and you’re not coming Safe in our house and we’re not budging An idiot’s guide to making new friends That’s just how the knotweed takes hold
6.
Vague Unease 05:14
Crack your lungs Lose your breath Not so easy now That you’re past your best You don’t give up Don’t hesitate You’ve done it all before Just duplicate We are dead rock, Fragmented stone Then turned to dust Merged with our bones Free from all knowledge Captive's delight Made good on our threats We howl all night How’s it feel? I’m so impressed You’re back for more A noble quest Fight the fear Your body aches Stand up tall No need to fake We're dodging coffins We're dodging cold We're ill-prepared To not get old Waxing and waning Still sing this song Have we been milking This song - for far too long? We started shrieking We started strong But since we've been leaking Gone on for far too long We started over Oh, "quelle surprise" Now it's infuriating This sense of vague unease Can’t keep up Can’t keep the pace But if you’re lapped You might get praise A sinking ship But you set sail Can’t hoist the mast Can’t navigate (To have, to hold) (To break the mold) We started howling We howled all night But since we've been fading We start to crave daylight We started over A "fait accompli" Now it's so aggrevating This sense of vague unease
7.
Why do you keep nagging Why do you keep spouting on and on You could soon have nothing One word and I’m walking out on my own Why do you keep dragging Why do you keep dragging me down My limit’s met and packing I’m all done with the shouting, I’m moving on Throwing sentences like knives Just one sentence could end my life From the nipple to the noose There's no excuse We must get better If what you sing is what you bring But what you 'bring' just washes over? With my whole heart and my whole hole Let's throw all in We'll fail together Seems like we keep fighting Seems like we keep fighting on and on The stress levels are mounting In broad strokes it’s not working it’s off and on Like earth's plates we’re colliding It’s our world and we’re striving it won’t take long But we’ll hold it together We’re stronger than ever keep moving on
8.
Wall of Salt 03:15
Speak ill then you'll be ill, and it ends up just the same Sunbathing in traffic, but somehow you're not the one to blame Racing to the red like this is all some little game Portions of misfortune lead someone to end up lame A wall of salt A lump of dead A grab of land A pile of heads No courage of conviction, but you know you're not the first Prostrating in public, kowtowing to the worst A spattering of stammering, you wear it on your sleeve Said aloud, these airborne shrouds leave no-one to deceive Are we dead yet? Everyone calling "shotgun" Looking for the wrong 'un Are we dead yet? Dancing on the knife edge Clambering for the death pledge
9.
What’s the use? There’s no proof Last resort Burnt the source Charred remains For what gains Rumours fly Why’d he die Lost the plot Spent the lot Wounded pride How time flies I can’t wait For the day Just deserts For prize boy Disease before decision But after denial But death before all Let's hope death precedes all! (Death will prevail) Spreading fear Makes you feel You’re on top But you’re not Drop the act Not all that Nothing left Running scared It's just flesh architecture It's just spine upholstery You’ll not stop Til you’re caught Facing time Friends stand by Watch your back Not safe yet Keep an eye You’ll stand trial Why did you want me to stay When it's so clear this just won't go away This playground stigmata, fake hammers, toy nails Left walking the halls, These white halls, white halls
10.
Unfair of heart Half-raised and half-baked Which is to say This is easily faked Taking off a mask to reveal another This undercoat belongs to my mother Butterproof We don't even listen Left alone Without a pot to piss in The unencumbered word, now it's half past dead leg The door is painted shut, we're in rags on the reg "A broken pot boils once a day" is a thing no people say The whistle blows Apropos of nothing The bracken crackles A sure sign of something A pile of doom and a creeping dread now Still lilylivered, but with deepening cred now "A broken pot boils once a day" is a thing no people say History just thinks it knows In the end everything snows Just leave a graze, not a grave My sword is short but my arm is brave History just thinks it knows In the end everything snows We're sidelined

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released October 31, 2019

Jogging is
Darren Craig
Ronan Jackson
Gerard Mangan

Engineered and Produced by John "Spud" Murphy & Ian Chestnutt in Guerrilla Sound Studios, Dublin, January 2019.
Mixed by John "Spud" Murphy & Ian Chestnutt in Guerrilla Sound Studios, Dublin, April - May 2019
Mastered by TJ Lipple in Washington DC, July 2019

Artwork by Eleanor McCaughey
Layout and Design by Darren Craig.

All songs written & arranged by Jogging
Joggingband@gmail.com
www.outonalimbrecords.com

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