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In Debt

by Black International

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1.
You need some comfort child I can sense your tension So come in closer child And pay attention Did you think it would be special? How many times can I tell you The world wasn’t made for the likes of us Cast out that doubt in your mind There’s no need for thinking where we’re going We’ll run away and start a religion With hearts too brutal to tame Who’s the one lacking in backbone now? Imagine my words in a million mouths You won’t need books to keep you company Pull yourself together Everyone has to earn a living We might as well use the gifts that were given us. Cast out that doubt in your mind There’s no need for thinking where we’re going We’ll run away and start a religion With hearts too brutal to tame Cast out that doubt in your mind There’s no point in thinking where we’re going We need guns to found a republic And there’s always profit in pain
2.
Destruct_o_ 03:54
I’m taking you on I’m eating you up I’ll sink my teeth into you now With pleasure With pleasure That boy who grabbed your coat tails Said he had a cure for all your ills A pinstripe dummy with a regional accent You’re coming down with something Burning up for nothing I’m amazed you learned how to tie your shoelaces I’m taking you on I’m eating you up I’ll pass the days I have left to me In pleasure My pleasure Lost in my bloody dreams Wrapped up in dirty sheets I’ll go running back home Lost in my dirty dreams Wrapped up in bloody sheets I’ll go running back home
3.
They say “that bastard sold us down the river The rats couldn’t run away quick enough” Either way you knew what was coming to you You always were such a clever one Kicking and screaming, dragged from your bed Up to the block and it’s off with your head! Strung upside down from a streetlight, sonny I watch as they stamp your mangy bones Into the cobblestones I’m of the opinion now That devils forsake their familiars And quick march upstarts will kill you As soon as look at you Stay in your houses Stay in your homes tonight Stay in your houses There’s dread on the streets tonight Idiot faces with idiot grins Are the result of a lack of discipline We’ll draw new maps of hell tonight Your liberal middle class What do you do when the dogs bite back? There she is, there she is again On the spit, coming round again
4.
Word Virus 02:36
Here’s another of my obsessions A confession I have to get out I said, “I’m longing for recognition” You said, “It’s always such a let-down” I sent you flowers Injections will kill the fever These insects are spreading around A gentle assassination Oh I suppose it doesn’t matter now I sent you flowers Dismantled flowers Make the object fit the subject This unease edited out I’m forever in your shadow I’ve got this word virus And you’re just making it worse
5.
Here’s your hair shirt son We all have to do uncomfortable things So get on with it Get on with it Now I’m grateful For all the opportunities Hard work has brought my way I got on with it The only time you know you exist Is when you want something I’m over-wrought with love and happiness My heart’s fit to burst with good intentions My heart’s fit to burst with good intentions but Another six months spent in perpetual darkness Watching dead leaves falling from the trees Is all it would take to finish me off Throw me on the pile with the rest to be burned And pull the fillings from my teeth The only time I know I exist Is when I want something And this is my meaning in life A joke without a punch-line Is a waste of time Monday morning Start of another week Property pages and the smell of anti-freeze I kid myself that I turn you on Your money's no good to me here, etc
6.
Interval 01:04
7.
They said you were an accident But you know better This world will swallow you It makes no difference to the starving millions They will follow you On the path of least resistance You’ll find a way to ease your conscience On the path of least resistance You’ll find a way to please yourself Always please yourself Always save yourself So grin and bear those greasy handshakes What difference does another year make? Grin and bear those greasy handshakes Three weeks ‘til you’re on holiday… Get down get down on your knees There’s people dropping like flies on the streets When it’s chewed you up and spat you out You’ll know what this miserable life’s about And when the rats take over the town They’ll build their nests from university gowns The city is dead whether you like it or not
8.
Monument 03:00
A show of hands for a monument To our broken down machinery This kind of thing should never be allowed Our family heirlooms, brass and silver And useless childhood memories Eventually dissolve and rust Acid, quicklime, bone dust Everything dies if you leave it long enough Dragged up from the river bed Cut down, choking on the nausea And sickness This week’s emotional invalid A teenage resurrectionist Hanging off his mother’s apron strings I’m going out to have some fun! Dragged up from the river bed Cut down, choking on the nausea Of kindness I know you want a happy ending
9.
Idle Worship 02:37
Just listen to me my pretty one There are stupid things that I have done But you’ll understand You’ll understand And sometimes they come back to me Come crawling on their hands and knees And I understand I understand I make my own entertainment Through broken fingers and faces Why struggle through this cesspit And try to hide your disappointment? I’m spitting on creation My form of idle worship Just stop complaining so much It’s hardly worth the effort
10.
Unmask, let’s see what’s underneath We’re breathing contagious disease A plague to strip this carcass clean On a wave of puritan relief What’s eating away inside your head Your nervous system, taking it apart? And they’ll say “poor little rich boy Baby, he’s never had to work so hard” You feed me Rhetoric
11.
You might have frustrations But no way to vent them And outraged opinions don’t carry much weight Curse the fools that think you’re not Big enough to do anything Be easy on yourself You can trust me Until my hands are round your neck You can trust me They’re the ones who say that they Herald a return to the things you never had That you never knew you needed A billion pounds in birth control And somehow they slipped through the net So be easy on yourself

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released April 13, 2012

Written by Black International

Recorded and mixed in Glasgow by Andrew Bush
Mastered by Sophie @ Finesplice

Spiralchords Records

www.blackinternational.co.uk
info@blackinternational.co.uk
info@spiralchords.com

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“Black International have masterfully crafted a golden record that boasts quality and incredible savez-faire from start to finish… place In Debt in the growing list of best albums of this year.”
Argos Barks

“The first thing that strikes the listener about this album is the sheer confidence these guys have in their sound. It’s obviously been well-honed on the live stage and they’ve been able to translate this onto disc. They obviously love their guitars but, rather than being self-indulgent, as so many bands are, they’re fresh in their approach and respectful of their own talents.”
Is This Music?

“Phrases like ‘muscular post-punk’ often get bandied about when people are talking about Shellac, and they belong to bands like Black International who, even during the slightly slower, more laid-back points like ‘Dread (Excerpt)’ or the glorious harmonised break in ‘Destruct-o-’, never lose their visceral energy or give the impression they’re trying to pander to anyone else’s agenda.”
Echoes and Dust

“You can’t help but enjoy their tales of relatively mundane, everyday experiences, made interesting by the use of unexpected metaphors. Stewart Allan is singing about things that everyone can relate to, independently of whether or not they’ve just had their heart broken, which makes this album relatively unique in terms of standing out from the crowd.”
The 405

“Black International’s new album, In Debt defies and transcends what stands for modern punk these days.”
Dauphin Mag

“Black International seem intent on showing us all that a British band – Edinburgh to be precise – CAN hark back to Seattle circa 1991 and not sound total dross. Album of the Week.”
The Tidal Wave of Indifference

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