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Good Evening, Pricks! It's the Hubert Selby Jr. Infants

by Hubert Selby Jr. Infants

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1.
I had this dream I stole a car, tinkered with the wires reversed it down the street, til the engine backfired The rear view mirror was the only one that I ever looked into, that I saw through But I’ve never learned to drive. I just want to slash the tyres Tow it to a scrapyard and set the thing on fire, I want to leave a monument To all my petty crimes, to the worst of times Get away, Get away Know that there’s no guarantee of an escape Concentrate, Get it right Keep the engine running, keep your knuckles white Human traffic moves so fast, when the light is always green In your perpetual motion Mystery Machine All this ringing in my ears, but I can still hear myself scream Fingernails dig deep into the tattered steering wheel Like there isn’t already enough dirt down deep beneath I raise my head up through the sunroof, high five the tunnel with my teeth Bloodstains on the seats This is not "Bullit". It's not some gangster film. It’s not Ballard. It’s a drag, Racing on a tank that’s running thin Engine leaking, a petrol fuse long as the road Throwing matches out a window, in the hope I might explode Get away.
2.
Let’s play a game. Let’s strike fear into the hearts of the weak, let them cower at your name. Let’s play pretend. Let’s say you never parted company with imaginary friends. He’s on the move. Seeping through backstreets like piss though a cracked catheter tube Eyes sunk on you. Dead stare at x rated footage, a snuff film of youth Who’s laughing now? Where’s the hilarity in old jokes wrapped up in tape? Those out for blood don’t give themselves away cheaply with fangs and a cape Casually thumbing through Sotos and laughing While somewhere at the edge of the suburbs a car door slams shut And the knife of the past slides right into your gut Have you sharpened the edge of your tongue today? Have you noticed that everyone’s backing away? Well your neighbours will laugh, and your neighbours will talk But no one takes stock..
3.
Miracle Whip 02:36
I’ve just had one, maybe two or three, maybe five or six, no one’s counting It’s all gone south, spiders in my mouth, a barrel down the falls, the threat of drowning My time is now recorded in Happy Hours, New York Minutes and Sloppy Seconds Awake at 3, anxious as can be, cold dark clarity, the come down beckons Take it easy on the miracle whip You’ve bottled lightning but you can’t take a sip The rats are waving but they’re leaving the ship And they’ll be on dry land before you realise you’re underwater You treat your body like a circus tent You write the danger off as merriment Keep throwing knives til there’s an accident, til you’re a Funfair shutdown My travel plans? a bag of Yes I Cans, off to Malt Disneyland, Heaven help me I can’t recall, anything at all, what I said or did, no one tell me A life spent in glasses and in jars, a bubble made of gold, perhaps I burst it? If I weigh it up, the cost of feeling stuck, the constant feeling fucked, it isn't worth it You'll be a death by misadventure
4.
Hucklebucker 03:09
Stumble in your dancing shoes, two left feet left unaware Swing your hips until you’re almost out of the spotlight’s glare Both eyes stare into the distance, the weeks fly by in days The rot slips into your foxtrot, sends your steps sideways Dance in the prison yard for an audience of one Pour more petrol on the Disco Inferno Bending backwards, falling forwards, losing balance On buckled knees when the lights are low Because you’re restless / reckless Keep one hand upon the bonnet all through the marathon It’s a small world after all, you can only run so long Drop kick choreography, to put you through your paces Pick yourself up by bootstraps just to trip over your laces You chase your own tail from town to town Because there's no place like your home Well here’s a dance that you should know: It’s one you’ll have to do do alone So take your bouquet of barbed wire Give one final tidal wave Stoop down,a last exhausted bow Before you crawl home You're careless
5.
Here is a house where nobody lives Stare through the keyhole at cracks in my ribs A haunted hotel wrapped up in skin Sorry, no rooms left, I can’t let you in I built a monster to chase off my fears And whisper oblivion into my ears Bats in the belfry, rocks in my head Moths in the lampshade and shoes on the bed Up on the roof, vertigo high No moon in June just a starless night sky Sing to keep calm while you're lost in the mine Inside the black hole where everything’s fine Saying “I’ve got nothing” just means “I’ve got nothing but time” Mirror up on the wall Who’s the unfairest to themselves of all? Out they pour, metaphors, talk of landslides and riptides, it’s bullshit though Drop the veil, truth prevails, there’s no romance, no poetry You’re on your own Drifting through life like a cloud made of bones Bus rides to nowhere, sat checking my phone Looking up facts about animals who die alone There’s that monster again Shows its teeth but I’ll keep it at arm’s length so no one gets hurt, I can keep you at arm’s length so you won’t get hurt, But my arms are so tired from being tied to the sides of a sickbed the whole of my life

about

Andrew Bushe: the drums
Peter McNally: the guitar
Jamie Grimes: the other guitar and the vocal chords
Kunal Nandi: the bass guitar

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released March 3, 2023

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Shaun Cadogan @Last Light
Assistance by Rob Scuta
Layout & Design by Test Pattern Design

All music written and arranged by Hubert Selby Jr. Infants between October and December 2022
All words by Jamie, same time period
Recorded mostly live in one day in February 2023, then mixed and mastered shortly thereafter


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