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The Stories We Tell Ourselves About Ourselves EP

by Stephen Durkan

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1.
Genesis 01:07
2.
I Want 03:35
I want to be the best, the top of the mountain shiny stuff, Gandhi, Superman, Jesus, Martin Luther King, all knowing, all goodness, all eyes shivering all before me, revolution on a fucking stick, everyone basking in my heat death. I want. I want to retire, retreat and take shelter from the horrifying shapes, in the country, in the wilderness, in a cabin, taking care of my own, not telling anyone, with wife, with baby, with no one watching. I want the quiet life. I want. I also want unguarded sex with every single being I encounter, heightened physical activity, every situation turned into an oh yeah flow of sensual peaks, I want to try all flavours, all the varieties and die with maximum gift points on my life card. I want all sexes, no sexes, non-binary, the world is one, the world is many, the infinite difference, twenty different people at once, a crowd in a single body, but I want stability, the mortgage, the knowing what I’m coming home to. I want. I also want the fireplace, the furniture. I want none of this, I don’t want any of it, I want to be a pony, I want to be a gentle pony so I can stamp on the heads of mine enemies. I want nothing more than the bare essentials, the land and me working as a team to get the best out of each other. I want. I want to grow like a flower to my tallest point. I want to be a mutant flower than can get up and walk about and tickle the armpits of the unsuspecting. I want to be a dog, simple, carefree, pleasure in sniffing an arse, chasing the ball, over and over and over and over and over and over and over. But I want. I want to be busy, to have all the things to do, to learn, to invest, to organise my daily betterment, to run the errands, to make walking productive, but I want to amble aimlessly, to walk in the parks, to sit by a lake and not think of a thing, to lay in bed, eat ice cream with you, watch the latest series, all the while thinking I want to be out there, over there, around the world, on time, good job, what a result, we did well, let’s celebrate, all the stimulus to make endeavour sit still, cocaine or red bull, no difference, coffee is more a daytime thing, but sometimes I want it. I want it at night. I want the buzz so I can stare midnight in the eyes and growl and push on into the future and meet myself serenading the Prime Minister with guts of the dead. I want the image, the eternal image, at arms length, out of reach, I want to grow and make it mine, envelope it, get lost in it, but it disappears, upon sight, upon touch, up on high, the image, of the sexual partner, of the dream job, of me as me can be, of a better world, of freedom, the image, I want, I don’t want, I want, I don’t want to want anymore, but I still want, I want. I want. I want and want and want. I want and want. I want and want and want. Until I…
3.
Prayer 03:31
4.
I need to get outside myself. No one is an island, there's only sea There is no escape, no way out, only through. All those times I was down there seemed to be something that just kept me going. I need to stop falling into each day. I need to stop clinging to the same old stories. The stories we tell about ourselves. We are not just one thing. We are multitudes. Let us end the tyranny of thoughts. Don’t cling to hard to any thought. If it’s useful let it in, if its not let it go. The chains of algorithms and pavlovian dogwhistles that make me stand to mindless scrolling. I am not a spectator. I am a participant. I’m going to live a conscious life. Loving unconsciously. But I want. Fuck that. What can anybody say about wanting? It’s what we don’t have. It’s an endless cycle of not quite getting there. You’re already there. And it’s fucking boring. Nobody knows what they want. Stop blaming what you want. Take responsibility for what you want. You and I. I and You. Love is when you don’t know when one ends and the other begins. Let’s dissolve you and I. And inaugurate us in the space between. Blend, blend and notice the points where one thing becomes another. Blend, Blend and notice that there isn’t that moment in time and space when the break appears, that it is a process ongoing, even if you try to freeze frame you’re missing something, there’s always more to it, always a speck that eludes your seeing, and evermore you’ll hunt in vain for the line, the catch, the quick fix and all things being equal and made unequal by artificial scissoring. So don’t sweat it. Come join us. Come join us, drop a tab and imagine possible worlds, multiverses. Imagine a world where it doesn’t even matter who wrote this song. Imagine no geniuses. No idols. No bosses. No gods We are the magicians. The song flows through us and takes possession, we don’t take possession of it. Let’s dissolve us. We don’t need to reinvent ourselves. We don’t need our own personal brand. It was the logos, now it’s the logo. Even the punks were trying to sell us pogo. We need to stop believing the stories they tell us. We don’t need any of the shit they sell us. We need to stop believing! First there was the again of plain believing. Then it was the age of smart thinking. Now is the age of taking things to far. So where do you go after too far?

credits

released February 18, 2022

Recorded, mixed and edited by: Upcycled Sounds
Produced by: Upcycled Sounds
Distributed by Upcycled Sounds Records
Music composition by: Nicholas O’Brien (for Upcycled Sounds)
Drums, bass, guitar, synth and sound design performed by: Nicholas O’Brien (for Upcycled Sounds)
All songs written by Stephen Durkan

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Stephen Durkan Glasgow, UK

Stephen Durkan is a spoken word artist and musician from Glasgow who creates socially (un)conscious brutalist poetry set to dystopian beats.

The debut EP 'The Stories We Tell Ourselves About Ourselves' is out now.

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