about
This track was inspired by reading ‘The Descent of Man’ by Grayson Perry, an English artist that Elly and I are really into. The book explores masculinity and the outdated macho image that causes so much harm to humanity, and asks the question, what kind of man would make for a better world? I have always had a chuckle at men who need props and window dressing in order to support their ego. The song makes pointed reference to a tradesman I had dealings with not so long ago. A little fellow with an overblown sense of his own importance, seemingly reliant on a big pick up truck to bolster his image. I do get cynical I know! Of course I suffer from some of the same traits explored in the book. Ultimately there has to be a way for men to be able to express themselves more authentically.
lyrics
Public henchman, paunch and pension
Five foot four, craves attention
A new buzzword, an ego invention
No sense of right, he’s beyond redemption
Turbo machismo, no sense of humour
Acts tough, disguise the rumour
Inside he cries, despite the armour
Small comfort from Mrs Palmer
Big black pick up, and woolly socks
Nobody cares ‘bout the wheels you’ve got
Passive aggression will make you rot
Can you fix my roof? I think not
Politician, deep suspicion
Hell bent, immune to derision
He needs a mission, a world collision
That fucker ought to be in prison
Five foot four, craves attention
A new buzzword, an ego invention
No sense of right, he’s beyond redemption
Turbo machismo, no sense of humour
Acts tough, disguise the rumour
Inside he cries, despite the armour
Small comfort from Mrs Palmer
Big black pick up, and woolly socks
Nobody cares ‘bout the wheels you’ve got
Passive aggression will make you rot
Can you fix my roof? I think not
Politician, deep suspicion
Hell bent, immune to derision
He needs a mission, a world collision
That fucker ought to be in prison
Are you blind, to that kind?
Don’t bury your head, be first in line
Open your heart, your head, your mind
Peace and love you’ll find
Fuck the vanity, the insanity
Bring clarity, some charity
It’s not all tragic, there is a magic
The love adventure don’t fucking censor
It’s not all tragic, there is a magic
The love adventure don’t fucking censor
Most men are good, it’s not about wood
Hit the re-set, be understood
It’s not all tragic there is a magic
The love adventure don’t fucking censor
Most men are good, it’s not about wood
Be the man you know you should
credits
from
Outsider,
released September 2, 2017
Vocal: Frobman
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