I don’t want to fucking rob you
I have no intention of coming onto you either
In the city
Displays of tenderness claw at the heart
Being here
I realise that I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to live here
I need space and a garden and farms
I need mud
In the city
Everyone’s a threat
Especially me
Eye contact
Avoiding eye contact
People walking
Dodging walking people
Always feeling rushed
Always like you’re running late
Always running
In the city
I’ve been thinking about how we lock our things
You know, our cars, our bicycles, our houses, our pockets
It is excessive to the actual will to rob
Yet because we lock these things
Therefore we also want to steal these things
I don’t quite understand it
In the city
The thrill of sexual contact
Disguises the thrill of human contact
One based on comfort and an honest exchange of intimacy
One based on time, patience and sacrifice
One that isn’t based upon an escape from fear
In the city
There are too many distractions
Always a thousand things to do
This means I can’t pay full attention to any one thing
I can’t pay full attention to you
In the city
Artists make art about how screwed up the city is
I want to be an artist of the countryside
A rural artist
A lover of mud
(And so I say:
Fuck the city
Fuck the urban metropolis
Fuck the cosmopolitan elite)
Displays of tenderness claw at the heart
Being here
I realise that I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to live here
I need space and a garden and farms
I need mud
In the city
Everyone’s a threat
Especially me
Eye contact
Avoiding eye contact
People walking
Dodging walking people
Always feeling rushed
Always like you’re running late
Always running
In the city
I’ve been thinking about how we lock our things
You know, our cars, our bicycles, our houses, our pockets
It is excessive to the actual will to rob
Yet because we lock these things
Therefore we also want to steal these things
I don’t quite understand it
In the city
The thrill of sexual contact
Disguises the thrill of human contact
One based on comfort and an honest exchange of intimacy
One based on time, patience and sacrifice
One that isn’t based upon an escape from fear
In the city
There are too many distractions
Always a thousand things to do
This means I can’t pay full attention to any one thing
I can’t pay full attention to you
In the city
Artists make art about how screwed up the city is
I want to be an artist of the countryside
A rural artist
A lover of mud
(And so I say:
Fuck the city
Fuck the urban metropolis
Fuck the cosmopolitan elite)
