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Hyaena (Vols. 1​-​3)

by Naked Waste

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‘Hyaena (Vols. 1-3)’ is an illustration of unbalanced internal tundra, moving from guttural folk to stratospheric gospel in three distinct parts. Braiding a singular bass guitar sound with signature rasping vocals, the song is flooded with recordings made in the oblique zones that inspire Naked Waste—lead vocals and atmospheric samples captured along rail lines and charred coastal forest.

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LYRICS
Looked at my phone said 'should human love be teleological?'
You said 'since when did self improvement get so pathological?'
Instant match or ballot box what colour is your wishing well?
Keep going or lie down, it's all absurd.

We watch shows of people watching shows, just bored and cynical
Remove ourselves until all threat of feeling becomes liminal
Someone on screen thanks god and 'everyone who made this possible'
While her eyes are sweeping left to right

And we fall from nothing into being, and grow to ask what it means
And time turns us loose before we reach any answer or relief

Drunk outside the discount chemist barely ontological
Telling you I'd keep your name tattooed below my clavicle
'Relax' you said 'we're just some folds of skin that's filled with chemicals
Most of our best living's done alone'

Kindness for beginners I read the online testimonial
I keep falling to my knees, like a flood that's turning biblical
Don't believe me? Ask my truest self, babe I've got multiples
You tell me that I never used to lie

And we fall from nothing into being, and grow to ask what it means
And time turns us loose before we reach any answer or relief

The hyenas chained inside me
Snarl over my spoiled meat
Pages blacken with my cursive
And the absurdity of purpose

And we fall from nothing into being, and grow to ask what it means
And time turns us loose before we reach any answer or relief

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released October 16, 2016
Written and Recorded by Paul Cumming/Darren Cumming
Mixed by Myles Mumford
Mastered by Adam Dempsey at Deluxe Mastering

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Naked Waste Melbourne, Australia

Primarily composed and performed on the bass guitar, Naked Waste is wounded folk scaffolded with arctic digital percussion and a mist of disembodied vocals. Something tethered to the geography of disremembered places—a communion of wonder and dereliction. These places of influence are used as a kind of vocabulary for the human interior— for unstable landscapes of self. ... more

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