Socially Inept EP

by man is slapped

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released June 20, 2010

all songs recorded by man is slapped between 2009 and 2010.
all songs mixed by man is slapped and alan lepatourel, and mastered by alan.
rob plays bass on '...exgirlfriend' (because I asked him). cheers.
artwork by chaos vs cosmos.

many thanks to alan, steve, and mim.

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Track Name: Student Activism
We never meet beyond these walls, votes counted behind closed doors, involvement is temporary, anonymity necessary, this sense of pride that we gain, we take it home to store away, the marathons that we run, forget about them when they're done.
Our officers, our elders, motivational coaches and representatives sing
'wipe that smile off your face, this is serious, after all this is not a socialist society, boy you'd better shut your mouth, this is not why we're here, you can't quit this now'
In the absence of a better idea, we'll sit back and let the captain steer, we're individuals til we drop, from sex and drugs and indie pop, and we write letters in our lunch break, before our hearts start to shake again, we never meet beyond these walls, we change our worlds behind these doors.
Our officers, our elders, motivational coaches and representatives sing
'wipe that smile off your face, this is serious, after all this is not a socialist society, boy you'd better shut your mouth, this is not why we're here, you can't quit this now'
Track Name: Travel Like A Spy
After meticulous preparation that drugs me with confidence
Weeks of anticipation with a grace I rarely accomplish
A polite knowing smile to a stewardess, I sit still while countries move around me
I direct (time and space bow courtsey and waltz)

I have premonitions of future disasters
Where I calmly exchange
Life jackets for smoking jackets
Oxygen masks for cigars
And though I'm bound to rewitness the network fail
And though my feet battle on against paving stones
Through all sorts of stations and ports
I'm a loaded weapon, you are my mission, I travel like a spy

As my journey ends the crowd that hides you disappears like an entourage of ghosts
And we sleep together for the first time in three weeks
As if we haven't slept for three weeks.
Track Name: ....exgirlfriend
Christ on a bike! He's dropping hints like the N-bomb
Telling all your friends like it's a dirty secret,
And yet you're coy like a nun, shaved like a South American (mustache an' all)
You turned the boy you loved into the man you hate
Our faces have been too close of late
We go out more now than we did when we were.... 'aquainting'.
So you've got a new 'aquaintance', I'd like to say I'm not jealous, so I'll say I'm not jealous,
But like Mr Plus-One that's clearly not enough for you, is it?
You show committment to everything you do
From draghunt to cockhunt, you won the battle but I still lost the war, I don't think I know you anymore.

You're not my only exgirlfriend!
But lucky for you, you're unique, 'cuz I don't think I need to pretend I don't love you anymore

Fair enough, it's easy for me to judge
Landlocked in love and I like it
Haven't tasted brine in a long time.
And from where I'm stood, it's like you're one in an archipelago, strung out from the shore
To pursue this dubious metaphor...
And the ground we found ourselves sharing when our cities were twinned has long stopped caring
And the differences we used to celebrate are just starting to grate.
Now look at us: I'm all mouth and no trousers, you're all actions, no answers
We learnt no lessons, we're characitures of our adolescence

You're not my only exgirlfriend!
But lucky for you, you're unique, 'cuz I don't think I need to pretend I don't think about you anymore.
Track Name: Just Want To Party
I don't want to talk about the climate,
economic or otherwise
we all had it coming
(man the fuck up)
I don't nurse hangovers
I grow them like dandelions
Self-preservation
Dying's for the weak
I don't work for a living
I work to talk shop
I work to never come back
Sometimes I don't know why
Everytime we say goodbye
I crumble like red bricks
I don't want to see you soon
I just want to party

It's not that I don't like you
I just like you too much
But evidentally not enough
And obviously not like that (obviously)
I don't want to reminisce
Our memories will have to wait
we'll live them like a cliff face
We'll never let go
And I don't want to dig up old graves
To stick them in our closets
Our bodies are full of bones
Structural or otherwise
She tells me I've changed so much
Yet we haven't changed a bit
I don't want to make new friends here
I just want to party

There'll be a bed made in our parents' houses for the rest of our lives
There'll be a taxi driver drumming his fingers outside for the rest of our lives
There'll be twenty-odd seats in Pizza Express for the rest of our lives
There'll be a bar crawl planned in the same fricking pubs for the rest of our lives
There'll be a dark corner in this club for us for the rest of our lives
There'll be floor space in our best friends' rooms for the rest of our lives
There'll be a boat in the morning and back again for the rest of our lives
But will there always be a reason to return for the rest of our lives?