Tuesday 10 May 2016

PIRANHAS




Piranhas is a song about fear. It is a song about a potential future that I felt my life was heading towards. I had a job I hated, and I got drunk to try and forget about it. I felt numb and helpless. I'm sure it's a similar story for many people. Living like this I knew that it would never be any of life’s great wonders that got me down, just all the little meaningless things, all the small bites, the circling piranhas pulling at my flesh. This song is a scream of frustration and the starting point on a road to change.

The video for Piranhas was the brain child of director Stuart Breadner. There have been mixed reactions to early previews, some people thought it was a bit too extreme, and that its violent conclusion goes too far, while others, including myself, found it to be the perfect visual accompaniment to the song.

We live in a society where the piss stream of neo-liberalism flows unchecked into every aspect of life. Competition is encouraged and forced upon us. It is survival of the fittest. We have to compete in schools, at work, in love, there is no place for compassion or community. The weak are to be mercilessly crushed.
I think this video is a sort of ultimate conclusion of that idea. The youngest son must fight to death while the blood thirsty family looks on, it's not dressed up or subdued in any way, if the world must be organised like this then let's show it in its purest and most brutal form.



PIRANHAS 


We're up to our eye balls in half a million problems, 
Piranhas come calling and tear the flesh right off us.
I woke up this morning with three bears in my porridge, 
with no good news in my paper, not let up in the weather.
I live for the weekend, a bowl to put my keys in, 
I hide my desires so you wont kick me out the gang....

How can you see with the sun in your eyes?
How do you know when your feeling low?
Its takes you over, It takes you on.

One stop. Ten years. I was young when I first got here, 
Now I'm sick, I can't breath.

I love her, I hate her, I couldn't live without her, 
I think I might kill her, so no one else can have her.
I would turn to drink but I just don't have the stomach, 
I'm F. Scott Fitzgerald without the money or the wife. 

How can you see with the sun in your eyes?
How do you know when your feeling low?
Its takes you over, It takes you on.

One stop. Ten years. I was young when I first got here, 
Now I'm sick, I can't breath.
Now all I see is a brick wall, another mother-fucking brick wall,
Its all there, its all there, and its never going to go...

How can you see with the sun in your eyes?
How do you know when your feeling low?
Its takes you over, It takes you on.

One stop. Ten years. I was young when I first got here, 
Now I'm sick, I can't breath.
Now all I see is a brick wall, another mother-fucking brick wall,
Its all there, its all there, and its never going to go...


G x

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