Toil and trouble

by Worst Witch

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released March 6, 2018

Worst Witch are:

Cassie: Bass / vocals
Liam: Guitar / vocals
Alastair: Drums/ vocals
Alex: Vocals / lyrics

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Nathaniel Stevens at Action track studios feb 2018.

LP available soon through Alerta Antifascista Records
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With huge thanks to Kepa, who contributed to the writing of this record!
Nathan for his hard work recording this record, and Timo and Alerta Antifascista records for putting out the record on vinyl!

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Track Name: Ethel Hallow
Ethel Hallow

every chink in my armour
every awkward behaviour
every facet remembered
with clinical precision

pulling threads to unravel
draw attention to my
many shortcomings
and proudly mocking

I knew the lamb
beneath the wolf
the source of all the cruelty
and felt sorry

I lacked the malice
to turn those words
into weapons
and why would I?

I had no idea
how hurt one must be
to bottle up the anger
and turn it on the weak
Track Name: The fever
The Fever

the rabid mouth
will always hunger
would never sleep
for the hope of peace

It is a sickness
the slathering jaw
that we claim to
have no love for

yet we gather
for the want of war
for the misanthrope
for the end of hope

the hugging skies
the hawkish blight
the black cascade
as the fever breaks

as it transpires
that we have traded
all reason for
‘all hope is lost’
Track Name: If you've got nothing nice to say
If you’ve got nothing nice to say

facades of former humans
cowards in avatars clothing
mouth pieces with no fucks given
bastions of the unremitting

they will speak with vomit bile
the odorous and always reviled
democracy of patient responses
drowned with gloating glib derision

if you’ve got nothing nice to say
then say nothing at all

a toxic mess of caustic values
iconoclasts with tiki torches
archaic hateful double standards
we’ll all go up in fucking flame wars

If you’ve got nothing nice to say
then say nothing at all

can considered words sooth the savage beast?
can we talk our way out of these maladies?

hateful minds seeking the least resistance
grinning faces behind blank expressions

sticks and stones will break my bones
and words are often harmful
Track Name: Vile language
Vile Language

beasts of burden
the fatted calf
branded stock
with heated iron

the lambing season;
we lost all reason
to be joyous in the
spring of blood letting

words conceal the literal blade!
words conceal the literal
sentences abominable
the consonants and vowels of
grievous bodily harm

the body separated
language camouflage
flanks and chops
and cuts absolve

repulsion repelled
by the neat use of words
and the flailed flesh cleaved
with clever expression

we become illiterate
in the clutch of compassion
and the claret scrawl
of decomposition
Track Name: #Nofilter
#No filter

greener minefields
self worth invalidation
pecking orders
fleeting glories

paint over cracks
with rose tinted filters
the wrong prescription
we’re all short sighted

take take take
don’t take a picture; it will last longer
take take take
there’s nothing to see here

comparing grey days
with false impressions
edited fallacies
with nothing #blessed

we’re running out
of things to say
recording every
incremental change

always reaching for
the glaring screen
quick release
of dopamine

take take take
take a step back
take take take
there’s nothing to see here
take take
Track Name: Incomprehension
Incomprehension


it will get easier as you grow older
I’m older now just as incapable
the concrete pours on my waking thoughts
subconscious beyond a fucking chasm

i can’t make sense of
I can’t make sense of

motion sickness from fractious perception
{between} getting a grip and self immolation
I’m afraid of who I might be
admitting to yourself, unknown territory

i can’t make sense of
I can’t make sense of

crowded mouth
tangled tongue
lost for words

labyrinth
of what I was
supposed to be

failing to live
up to
social normalcy

how I feel
who I love
what I am

i can’t make sense of
I can’t make sense of

confusion of identity
losing ourselves in ourselves
mindfulness and mindlessness
barely even conscious of
all of the above
Track Name: Last song of man
Last song of man

bloated corpse
it writhes inorganically
its mouth is mouthing
incomprehensible words

its gestures crude
yet strangely considered
carries the deeds of
its many misfortunes

each wound is a keepsake
its brain is mincemeat
having tried and failed
to make sense of its function

the dissonance prevailed and
having ravaged its homeland
it staggered around in every direction
spreading disease
Track Name: Worst witch
Worst witch


what I lack
in confidence
I make up for
with sheer will
to drag myself
from the throttle
of my many
insecurities

worst witch

dodging the hexes
of our own self inflictions
those whose bite is venomous
pales in comparison

casting incompetently
make a meal of my sorcery
to this day I’m still suffering
the taste of my own fucking medicine

worst witch

I just makes things worse
I’m the victim of my own curse
but I will keep on trying
to accept my flaws aren’t failings

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