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Dealing With Aggression

by Venetic ®

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Imaginary Postcard 03:33
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The stewardess does the rounds Her trolley’s full of deals Sitting up here at ten thousand feet The atmosphere’s surreal Scribbling on this menu card These words are hard to write Life’s slipping and sliding by You’re falling out of sight It’s the postcard I’ll never send That says just how I feel No, it’s not written out of spite It’s the real deal They’re the words you don’t want to hear Now that you’ve moved on You’ve got a new life Like some B-grade movie reel I’m offered drinks on her second round The stewardess wants to know What sort of liquid refreshment I’d like before she goes It’s a snap decision; I pause but it’s alright I’ll grab a gin and tonic before I turn to write The rest of this message Outlining my plight The twisted strands of my life My emptiness, my inner blight These are the words I’ll never send They say just what I feel Don’t tell me that it’s not right I’ve heard your reality spiel It’s the postcard you’ll never read Now you’ve got a new life I’m yesterday’s flavour And you’ve embarked on married life So it’s back to Paris And back to who I am I’m trying to piece my life together I’m doing the best I can However flawed that makes me However lost my soul I’ll just grin and bear it I won’t be bought and sold As I wander Montparnasse And walk along the Seine I’ll think of life’s recompense For not being quite the same It’s not that I didn’t suffer Or feel any shame It’s just that dull obeisance Was the greatest pain This is the postcard I’ll never send It says just how I feel But I’ll never end it Because that would be too real
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Magnificent Vince 02:26
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All the French fans stand in line Their brylcreamed hair-dos looking so fine He strikes a pose in his open-neck collar He’s the consummate rock’n’roller Dressed in leather from head to foot Waving a mike stand in his hand Then he howls and falls to the floor The crowd is screaming, shouting for more Doing the Twist at Maxim’s Café Holding court with Johnny, Gene and blind Ray Posing for photos in Le Marais A TV performance waving a chain He was in the media’s eye It looked like he was there to stay How did public favour turn to disdain? Why did it all start going astray? So much talent and so much soul Too much energy to ever grow old Trends came and went but you stood firm Waiting for the tide of fashion to turn Talentless critics sneered and jeered Claiming you’d lost it with the passing years Then came punk and New Wave Just as your light was starting to fade Sepia-toned and dressed in black In those Scopitone clips, and Brand New Cadillac Forget all the critics, ignore the hacks The likes of him ain’t coming back They ain’t coming back He ain’t coming back
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Rue de la Fontaine du Roi 02:24
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Your fate’s beckoning, it’s calling you It bends you to its will They’ve got you where they want you They’re closing in for the kill Time’s fast approaching When you’ll have to leave The days are flying There’s no chance to grieve No chance... No chance... You know you really don’t want to go They’ll only put your misery on show A public spectacle for all to see They’ll smirk and snigger while you bleed And so it goes You’ll be Their freak show You’ll be their entertainment They’ll cackle and crow Be quick to pass judgement That’s just the way it goes So I’m walking... Walking through Paris Like a zombie in a daze I feel the sun shining But I’m trapped in their maze
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Storm 01:51
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Night descends on the house Abandoned in the storm The wind blows and howls The fence comes crashing down Relentlessly, rain falls from the sky From a great height The hillside comes tumbling down It looks like a bomb site The place is falling down And no one does a damn thing No one does a thing... It’s just fodder for the national news And while all Hell breaks loose Nobody’s lifting a finger They’re gossiping, pointing and rubbernecking But they don’t do a thing No one really cares They just don’t care They don’t care
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Attack Of The Wanganui Meanies 02:52
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It’s disaster time We’re in control Now we’re the ones who make the rules (We are!) It’s all for public safety (Yup!) There isn’t any choice (Nope!) We’re gonna come and frog-march you out of your home (Hup two three four! Hup two three four!) Then we’ll sticker your house Red zone your land And post a guard on your gate to keep you out (But he knocks off at five coz he needs a beer!) Ah-ha ha ha ha! Ah-ha ha ha ha! Ah-ha ha ha ha! Ah-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha-ah! (What are ya gonna do now?) Then once you’re homeless And wandering the streets That’s when the fun really starts! (Hell yeah!) We’ll cripple you with bills Pester you with threats Leave you sick in the gut and feeling ill! (He he he he he!) Coz you’re nobody now! Just a has-been! A piece of trash to toss in the bin! (I’ll bet that came as a surprise!) Ya-ha ha ha ha! Ya-ha ha ha ha! Ya-ha ha ha ha! Ya-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha-ah! Throw a carrot to the homeless! You do know you’re not supposed to be living in that house? Don’t cha? Don’t cha? Fuck ‘em! It’s my river market that matters! Don’t cha? No, you’re not are ya? What are ya doin’ in yer house? We’re watching you... Sneaking around, sneaking around... Fuck ‘em all! Sneaking around! We’re watching you... We are! Two hundred thousand dollar fine - that’s what you’ll get! But what about the river market? That’s more important! Two hundred thousand - that’s what you’ll get! Oh yes it is! A big fuckin’ fine - that’s what you’ll get! Fuck the homeless people! Fuck ‘em! Fuck ‘em all! You never belonged here! Who cares? Fuck the homeless people! They’re all shits - they don’t have any homes! Who cares about you? You’re a nobody! Fuck ‘em! Fuck ‘em! You’re a fuckin’ nobody! Fuck ‘em! Fuck ‘em! Fuck ‘em all! What did you come here for? Fuck em! Fuck the homeless! You don’t belong In our special little town! Ya hah hah hah! Our special little fuckin’ town! Our special town!
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Hey Princess 02:51
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It’s the sort of thing that makes a man a recluse Officious bullying and abuse All their threats have left me in a state of siege Now it's too late for any retreat Hey Princess, why couldn't you help me out? Was it all a little bit too hard? Hoping for the best just ain't gonna do Sitting on your hands wasn't the best move Your inaction left me blue Groping in the dark without a clue Hey Princess, why didn't you help me out? Were words and pictures just a bit too hard? It didn't stop you from engaging your big mouth And spreading my business all over town Now the snoopers are fossicking around Looking for evidence in the ground Anything'll do; they want to finger me Stick their knives in and watch me bleed Hey Princess, you could have helped me out Was pushing a button or two just a bit too hard? All that power you felt leaving me there in the dark Locked out, shut down and cloaked in doubt Lying on my couch wondering what to do My life's tilt-a-whirl; my mind's confused Wouldn't it be nice to sort it all out? And rid myself of these bloody Boy Scouts... Hey Princess, what was I gonna do? Say nothing while your inaction left me screwed? Yeah I admit I've got a real short fuse But between you and my house, Which do you think I'll choose?
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The Girl In The Window 02:02
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Across the way there's a girl in the window And she's pointing at me She's got a drawing of a man and that man is sad and scowling It's a portrait of me Well what can I say I've got a lot on my mind I'm not feeling so good My life is a mess I'm feeling out of sorts These aren't the best of times I can see she's got good intentions She just wants me to smile But it'll take a lot more than her attentions My state is pretty dire Because my dear, life ain't been so kind to me I've got more than my fair share of worries I'm in a real squeeze Now I see she's staring and waving Right across at me She's over there, waiting for my response Wondering what it'll be But all I can do is stare blankly And then I start to grieve There's not a lot to say I've got too much on my mind And so little time What does she want me to say? Want me to do? She's put me in a bind Because my dear, life ain't been so good to me I've got too many worries to be happy To be happy...
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Walking In Wanganui 02:05
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I'm walking down the street getting from A to B It ain't no meet and greet; I don't want a scene I've got my train of thoughts, I'm contemplating my dreams And then some yahoo drives past and starts his screaming CHORUS: Walking the streets of Wanganui Watch your back and what you're doing They'll run you down and put the boot in That's their scene Walking the streets of Wanganui Drive-by abuse is an institution Sooner or later they'll get you too mate Wait and see They'll call you a homo, a poof and a queer A stalker and a creep and they'll throw cans of beer They'll toss coffee cups while they hurl their abuse There's something not quite right; like they've got a screw loose CHORUS Is it in the water or is it in-breeding? Some birth defect that makes them so mean? Is it passed down from one generation to the next? An ever-downward spiral or is it just Tourette's? They really don't like anyone who's different And God forbid they should have a strange accent Or even worse, an individual dress sense How dare you be different from me! You can't be different from me! You can't be different! You can't be different! You can't be different from me! CHORUS Yaah - What are ya?
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So How's Your House? 04:16
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You asked me about my home And if I'm in or out My life is upside down But that's not what you wanted to know You asked me about my home As if you really care You're just like those rubberneckers Who come around to stare You asked me about my house You don't want to hear about me All the sleepless nights The bureaucrats who won't let me be So what about my home? You pause to sip your wine Your hors d'oeuvre in your hand A ramrod up your spine So what about my home? What do you want me to say? Are you expecting tears? Or a four-act play? So what about my house? Is this your amusement today? Funny how a little bit of suffering Goes such a long way Yeah what about my home? What in Hell do you want me to say? Like I'm here for your entertainment While my property goes down the drain So don't ask me about my house I'm not your newspaper today You don't care about my life Or my problems that won't go away But one day it may happen to you And I'll turn with a smirk on my face "Hey, tell me about your home... How's it going at your place?"
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Cfor's Gone 05:30
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You don't come around here Since the hillside fell down No scratching at my door No more calling out in the dark You were my one true friend In this god-damned town You always made me smile It was good to have you around Now no one comes around here Even the spiders have run away Now I'm all alone Why do I keep hanging on? We used to chase and play All over the house You were a ray of sunshine Now there's no light here at all For months I left your bowl out Empty on the kitchen floor There was still some chance Now there's no chance left at all I really miss you my friend It's so sad you're not around All our good times have ended Life seems hollow without you I don't know if you're living now Or buried underground I don't know if you died Or if you just left town Your owners cleared out I hope they took you away I hope you're doing well And that you've got some room to play You need some trees to climb Long grass to hide behind A sunny spot to lie in And some shade in the heat of day I wonder where you are now If you're in a nice safe place I hope you're faring well No matter where you may have gone Gone away, gone away, Gone away, gone away Now I'm all by myself Stuck with this god-damned house And they're closing in on me They're coming now Coming to shut me down They're coming to take me away Gone away, gone away, etc.
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Tạm biệt 03:04
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What a strange situation It doesn't seem true A wild confabulation I'm not sure what to do It's a weird position; an odd circumstance' They're gunning for me; they won't give me a chance It looks like they want to cut me down It's high time I left this town! They're so precious In their cosy little world They don't like strangers Picking flaws in their pearl I'm wasting my time here; I need to get out Before this mess turns into a rout Better to leave their nonsense behind Than end up tangled in their bind! Get off their radar Before they shoot you down You'd be much safer If you just weren't around It's a big world; there's no turning back Now's the time to sidestep their trap There's a better place waiting for me Now's the right time to leave! Anywhere's better than here I know What about Oporto or Rio de Janeiro? Danang, Panang or Kalimantan Lisbon, Brisbane or Washington (that's State, not D.C.) What about Surabaya, Ibiza or even Hong Kong? Or better yet, what about Saigon? Sipping cocktails at the Continental Hotel That's the way I want to go! Tạm biệt! Hy vọng sớm gặp lại! Tạm biệt! Hy vọng sớm gặp lại! Tạm biệt!
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Stealing The Jesus 02:44
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I saw the handless Jesus He was looking me right in the eyes Pleading not to forsake him By leaving in that store to die Beside that chipped veneer hi-fi I stopped before his commanding gaze Fingers trembling as I reached out My mind was in a mental haze Half expecting the clerk to shout out Waiting for her to sound the alarm I stole the handless Jesus His porcelain body felt cold to my touch My fingers ran over his faded veneer Cracked and crazed - it was all too much' Chipped and cracked - all too much I was shaking as I placed him in my pocket The charity store lady's eyes popped out of her sockets Then I bolted for the door like a rocket Rushing to my car.... so I could unlock it The store lady chased me out the door Screaming something about calling the law I heard her calling for me to stop As I fiddled with the keys in the lock Forcing the key into the lock The door swung open; I had to move fast Keep the momentum and hope it would last I flung the Jesus on the front seat And slammed the door as she entered the street I slammed it shut right behind me I put my foot to the floor; she couldn't see me for dust Screeching smoking tyres and my hand on the clutch Pulling and tugging on the steering wheel Rubber on the tarmac; hear the tread squeal Jesus lay there on the front seat Jolting around as I picked up speed He lay on his back on the front seat Staring at the sunroof as we zoomed down the street His face getting warm as he laid in the heat

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What do you do when the State red zones your home in a national disaster and makes you homeless? Why, you make an album about it of course... Venetic is back from the dead, and out of Wanganui's mean dirt and slime comes his 9th album, now available on-line.

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released April 11, 2017

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Since 2002, Venetic has independently released 10 albums with more on the way. Healed by the flames of purgatory, he is now back from the undead.

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