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Hunger Artist

from Futurism by American Ethos

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lyrics

Lord Darlington: “No, we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
-Oscar Wilde, 1892

“During these last decades, interest in hunger artists has declined considerably.”
- Franz Kafka, 1922




So you want to touch bottom?

You want to kiss the gnashing teeth of death.

Flood the gates of Sodom

And scrub your hands until there is nothing left.

So you want to know madness?

and kiss the feet of the malcontent.

Crawl on your knees like an idiot

And autograph your love into wet cement.


Yes, everything you’ve ever done will mean nothing,

We are all just specs of dirt on the glass.

We chase figures of power and money.

Hoping that something we create will last.

But we are all just beggars in training,

Wanting validation that we never got.

But all our efforts are soon wasted,

“We are all in the gutter so why not look at the stars?”



I can’t explain why my life is a mess

in 50 meaningless words or less.

I guess I just want to create something

I want to feel loved and I want to feel trusted.

But I’m bitter, angry, and maladjusted,

At fair-weather friends and pedigree artists.

If merit is determined by your relationships

Then here’s your song, you fucks,

I hope you hate it.

Yes, I’m a hunger artist.

With loser lady luck

Drawing on inspiration

from the fisticuffs and pity fucks.

So cheers to wedding bells

And fresh new baby smells

and all you Peter Pans

Stuck in “forever never” land.

Oh, we are so fucking fragile

The way we parade our hearts

Shoot the moon, shoot the stars

Still vastly miss our marks.

There is strength in numbers

But armies fade with time.

So gather your wits…

It’s ok to go it alone sometimes.

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from Futurism, released March 16, 2018

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