Open 4 Business

by Hippsu & the Scob

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about

This album purports to do good, to interest one's ears, to open one's heart, yet it has by no means been inspired by altruistic motives. Art requires an exploitation of one's most private, one's most tender feelings. Art is a parasite that lives on one's head, sucking up ideas like stringy spaghetti, turning one's personality inside out and making out of it a commodity - a silly cartoon. Art is unwholesome, and a life devoted to art, I can assure you wholeheartedly, is a wasted life. Alas, it is too late for us: we have been hooked; but it is not too late for you. Keep your self inside, where you can tend to it; where you can help it grow; where others cannot trample over it. Show to the world not the entirety of this self, but the most charming aspects of it. Be kind to those around you, be gentle, endear yourself to them, and do not accept cruelty of any kind. When you die, the good parts of your self shall, and the bad shall not, survive you. The problem is, art will not accept only the good parts. Art is inimical to this attempt at cultivating a good reputation; for art is a greedy monster. Art needs the truth, needs the meat right to the bone, needs the marrow in that bone. Perhaps it is not too late! Perhaps art need not be truthful! Perhaps we can make it amenable to this effort at shaping a favourable self! We feel good looking at things that are nice, do we not? Yes. We hope this is nice for you:

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released July 24, 2015

all songs written by hippsu & the scob
exception of fat girl, also arranged by alex rushfirth
coproduced with alex rushfirth
mastered by alex rushfirth

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Track Name: Open 4 Business
Open a business, make it good
give out flyers in the neighbourhood
oh oh oh
we're open 4 business

Go to the farmyard
Talk to a sheep
Buy from the source and you'll get it cheap
oh oh oh
we're open 4 business

~break time!~

let's get the whole shop spic and span
stow away stock in our business van
woah oh oh
we're open 4 business

don't try to argue
or get in a fight
remember the customer is always right
oh oh oh
we're open for business

~teatime~
Track Name: Ode to Serotonin
Meditating by the cow pats
the field and i am grey
and we want our neurotransmitters

human seems so huge and lucid
running with the receptors
and every chemical has its colour
and every colour has its place in my head

but now the positivities back!
a voltage in the temple
and everything's glowing just for a second
i've got the yellow serotonin

i've got the yellow serotonin!
my only sunshine
i've got the yellow serotonin
my only sunshine

and i don't need anyone to solve me
i've got the yellow serotonin
i've got the yellow serotonin
my only sunshine

my nemo-cortical-sea-gull-able-dull-bodied mine
my irrigating gyrating sulky pissed brain of mine
my blue-hetero-norma-gene-tyranny-margin mine
my hissing si-lentic-trea-cle-lips-so-sync-mental mine
Track Name: Dear Mexico
Dear Mexico, I stole your soil;
I kept it wrapped in kitchen foil,
and if you want it handing back
I guess I'll need some cash for that.

Dear Mexico, I love your waves.
I like to watch them misbehave,
and when I close my eyes at night
I see them dance in milky light.

Dear Mexico...

{chorus}

In the whisk of working days
there's one quiet place to go
from the crowd I slip away
and run to you Mexico
In the wind I hear your name
insane it will make me go
and the patter of rain on the window pane
repeats to me Mexico...

Dear Mexico, I miss your smell.
My nostrils both recall it well,
my left loved most your lemon trees,
my right your chilli sauce best pleased.

Dear Mexico, your colours too.
I crave the flavour of your blue,
I miss the most your salad green
as modelled by your football team.

Dear Mexico...

{Chorus}
Track Name: Fat Girl
i am naked on my bed
i am a fat girl reading
glamour magazine
i am a jukebox
with a voice the texture of an apple
i am an empire sized cigarette

i got my big riz
in my pussy bag
pink slippers dressing gown
and the bubble bath

boys voice breaks on the radio
telling me to touch myself
i do as i am told
staring at his poster on the wall

i am a cuckoo with a parasitic worm
hear me calling tonight

i am the cold dad
and the hot mum
i am the liar using too much tongue
spent my life on the exercise bike
follow my eyes, my hairline and gums
and follow me follow me follow me follow me
booking flights has never been this easy
follow me follow me follow me follow me
give your relatives a hummable melody

the song forgets itself
knowing its bad mannered to be
bad memory
i am the chemical collecting odd impressions
i am the something else in me

its venereal
its a hyper-trill
cold tea left on the window sill
come be what you behold
staring at the ball the burns the world

oh sun
make me right as rain
oh sun
make me right as rain

make me right
Track Name: Magical
sit down and let me sing a story
sit down and let me sing the colours of my heart
i'll sing some red for you
i'll sing some yellow too
i'll sing some burgundy
i'll sing some green

you're just so magical, magical
you're just so magical, magical
sweeter than a haribo
i love you more than you could know
oh magical magical
and when you smile i melt like snow
oh magical magical

though i'm not one for feeling poorly
though i'm disposed to see the brighter side of things
you make my tummy ache
my little heart you break
oh could you make me well if only for a summer spell
and bells will ring and you will bring
and oh so magical feeling

{refrain}
Track Name: U've got 2 go outside of ur comfort zone
You've got to go outside of your comfort zone
and be never feel ashamed of who you are

one is the abstract universe
some live within some live without
some people say the world is flat
i say no way the world is round

two is the time i get my lunch
i eat it with the tv on
my cat is there he tries to eat it
he doesn't know he's doing wrong

he irritates me
so infinitely
he irritates me
so infinitely

you've got to go outside of your comfort zone
and be never feel ashamed of who you are

fun is the most fun we can have
blow bubbles on a sunny day
you can be sad you can be glad
you're just the best in every way

they're only chemicals i'm sure
cured of the idea of a cure
we'll all be comfy in our skin
we'll find the answer from within

so love what you be
we're play dough you see
so love what you be
so infinitely

you've got to go outside your comfort zone
and be never feel ashamed of who you are

and life is be so lovely

{i love living}
{woo-hoo life}
Track Name: Nice Lice
woman gets so hairy
round her cold tiara
nice lice i say nice lice you feed
can i get a few

oh the flux of your tendrils
is an insect paradise
and i've fallen out of her lady's nose
into her mouth

two blind ants spitting chemicals
maybe you should spit a little harder

passing out on the subway
all the woodlouse men
come to find their patterns and their places
through a labyrinth of curved spines
watch the imago fly from his cocoon
watch the imago go!
watch the imago go...

i was hungry by your window
my inner caterpillar cries
nice lice i say nice lice you feed
can i get a few
oh the stars are like breadcrumbs
and green venus taunts the fly
oh i've never felt less human
i've never felt less light
drooling out my message
on the pain of glass
all night
Track Name: Insect Friends
insect friends, i have insect friends
skeletally dense insect friends
i spit on them
on my insect friends
oh so enjoyable to be hydrating them

they run so fast
but they run too slow
i catch them with my fingers and my toes
my joy depends
on my insect friends

and do you know
what it's like to be
a lonely little boy
with only insects for friends

i broke open a pregnant woodlouse
and watched her children flee across
the table top

{refrain}
Track Name: My Tummy Told Me
if you can't get what you need
you can change the way that you feed
it's simple
it starts from the middle

my tummy told me
he hates his neighbours
and why should he move
to some other stranger
your tummy told you
follow good feeling
right out of your skin
cause there's no use being
a bag inside a bag inside a bag...

you can make it if you push on through
everyone is just as scared as you
what are we doing and what are we to do?
let me open up to you

do you remember that scene
in spirited away
where the train rides across the water
after it rains?

i am so soft and squishy
walking through the bricks and the streets
they dimple
that gurgling riddle
but it's simple
my wiggling jiggle

my tummy told me
he hates his neighbours
and why should he move
to some other stranger
your tummy told you
follow good feeling
right out of your skin
cause there's no use being
a bag inside a bag inside a bag

lots of questions going round our insides
pop the porous skin away i will fly
you can make it if you push on through
everyone is just as scared as you
what are we doing and what are we to do?
let me open up for you

do you remember that sea
that ripples away
it ripples and ripples and ripples
from the higgledy piggle
Track Name: Dad doesn't
dad doesn't pick us up anymore
we used to go fast on the city bypass
dad doesn't drive his car anymore
he's going blind from his triple bypass

he got lost by the bus-stop
he got lost in the trees
he began so large and furious
and he ended so small and weak
dad doesn't pick us up anymore

dad doesn't put us down anymore
he wears a smile and forgets his frown
dad doesn't criticise anymore
he takes the bus to the middle of town
he used to set his standards always out of reach
it's strange to see him satisfied when he was always hard to please
dad doesn't put us down anymore

dad doesn't run around anymore
he wears smart shoes whenever he flies
dad doesn't dance around anymore
his titanium hips can't lie
he can't get away now when i need a hug
the ghost goes oh so slowly we can show him our physical love

he got lost by the bus-stop
he got lost by the trees
he began so large and furious
and he ended so small and weak
dad doesn't pick us up anymore