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🫠 Fewer Fucking Obstacles 🫠

Dark electro-cabaret + industrial bass

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V5.5

[Intro — prim, clipped, almost absurdly polite]

“Easy setup.”
Of course!
“Just plug it in.”
One small issue.
Then another.
Then the thing behind the thing.

[Verse 1 — sleek, restrained]

Another login
 Another code
 Another password
 I never chose
The parcel couldn’t simply come
 The socket needs a special one
The “easy setup” needs a guide
 The guide forgot the useful bit inside
The support line plays a song
 Then sends me somewhere I’ve already gone
And yes—
I can solve it
 I can fix it
 I can find another way
I can call them
 I can chase it
 I can give another day
But every little workaround
 Takes a little piece of me

[Pre-Chorus]

Six minutes
 Twenty-three
 Half an hour
 Gone quietly
Nothing dramatic
 Nothing grand
Just one more thing
 Placed in my hands

[Chorus — first detonation]

I DON’T NEED TO COPE BETTER
I NEED FEWER FUCKING OBSTACLES

I don’t need another workaround
 For something that should simply work

I DON’T NEED TO COPE BETTER

[Post-Chorus — slinky]

I.
Need.
Fewer.
Fucking.
Obstacles.
Thank you very much.

[Breakdown — poised, almost amused]

I learned early
 How to make it look easy.
Good marks.
 Good girl.
 Good manners.
 Good face.
Be useful.
 Be lovely.
 Be grateful.
 Take up less space.
Best daughter.
 Best friend.
 Best lover.
 Best wife.
Keep everybody comfortable.
 Call that a life.
Cook it from scratch.
 Keep the house clean.
 Make it organic.
 Make yourself serene.
Read all the books.
 Get motherhood right.
 Hold everybody gently.
 Do the whole fucking night.

[Rapid rhythmic spoken-rap — tight, accelerating, minimal pauses]

Learn the plumbing.
 Learn the roof.
 Learn how to fix it.
 Bring proof.
Learn the doctors.
 Learn the forms.
 Learn every system.
 Learn every norm.
Learn the law.
 Learn the threat.
 Learn when to leave.
 Learn what comes next.
Learn the money.
 Learn the bills.
 Learn the house.
 Learn the skills.
Learn the children.
 Learn their needs.
 Learn the schools.
 Learn the feeds.
Learn the research.
 Learn the trade.
 Learn the business.
 Learn to get paid.
Learn the labour.
 Learn the fees.
 Learn the things
 Nobody sees.
Learn the body.
 Learn the grief.
 Learn the brain.
 Learn relief.
Learn the warning.
 Learn the signs.
 Learn the danger
 Between the lines.
Learn the boundary.
 Learn the cost.
 Learn what remains.
 Learn what gets lost.
Every obstacle
 Another skill.
Every crisis
 Another drill.
Another thing
 I learned
 To carry still.

[Spoken — immaculate, corporate]

Look at her.
Queen of Coping.
Highly adaptable.
Excellent under pressure.

[pause - whispered]

Absolutely fucking exhausted.

[Bridge — stripped back]

Nobody stole my life
 In one great heist.
They took it
 Six minutes at a time.
Six here.
 Ten there.
Another afternoon
 Disappeared somewhere.
A little petrol.
 A little time.
A little patience.
 A little mind.
A little art.
 A little heart.
A finite life
 Spent part by part.

[pause]

[Village Turn — one voice widening into many]

They say
 it takes a village.
Funny.
Everywhere I look
 there’s another bending back
 Building up a village
 while she’s carrying the stack

[Fast syncopated rap — clipped, percussive, counting the cost]

Holding—

every birthday
every date
all the groceries
everybody’s weight
all the passwords
all the plans
all the children
in their hands
all the peace
every breath
all together
with what’s left
how to cope
how to carry
how to make it look
almost ordinary

[Music strips back]

We became the village
 for everybody else.

[pause]

Who became the village
 for us?

[Beat begins returning]

We were never meant
 to be islands
just because
 we learned to swim.

[Final Chorus]

WE DON’T NEED TO COPE BETTER
WE NEED FEWER FUCKING OBSTACLES

[Final chant]

Fewer.
Fucking.
Obstacles.

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[Intro — prim, clipped, almost absurdly polite] “Easy setup.” Of course! “Just plug it in.” One small issue. Then another. Then the thing behind the thing. [Verse 1 — sleek, restrained] Another login Another code Another password I never chose The parcel couldn’t simply come The socket needs a special one The “easy setup” needs a guide The guide forgot the useful bit inside The support line plays a song Then sends me somewhere I’ve already gone And yes— I can solve it I can fix it I can find another way I can call them I can chase it I can give another day But every little workaround Takes a little piece of me [Pre-Chorus] Six minutes Twenty-three Half an hour Gone quietly Nothing dramatic Nothing grand Just one more thing Placed in my hands [Chorus — first detonation] I DON’T NEED TO COPE BETTER I NEED FEWER FUCKING OBSTACLES I don’t need another workaround For something that should simply work I DON’T NEED TO COPE BETTER [Post-Chorus — slinky] I. Need. Fewer. Fucking. Obstacles. Thank you very much. [Breakdown — poised, almost amused] I learned early How to make it look easy. Good marks. Good girl. Good manners. Good face. Be useful. Be lovely. Be grateful. Take up less space. Best daughter. Best friend. Best lover. Best wife. Keep everybody comfortable. Call that a life. Cook it from scratch. Keep the house clean. Make it organic. Make yourself serene. Read all the books. Get motherhood right. Hold everybody gently. Do the whole fucking night. [Rapid rhythmic spoken-rap — tight, accelerating, minimal pauses] Learn the plumbing. Learn the roof. Learn how to fix it. Bring proof. Learn the doctors. Learn the forms. Learn every system. Learn every norm. Learn the law. Learn the threat. Learn when to leave. Learn what comes next. Learn the money. Learn the bills. Learn the house. Learn the skills. Learn the children. Learn their needs. Learn the schools. Learn the feeds. Learn the research. Learn the trade. Learn the business. Learn to get paid. Learn the labour. Learn the fees. Learn the things Nobody sees. Learn the body. Learn the grief. Learn the brain. Learn relief. Learn the warning. Learn the signs. Learn the danger Between the lines. Learn the boundary. Learn the cost. Learn what remains. Learn what gets lost. Every obstacle Another skill. Every crisis Another drill. Another thing I learned To carry still. [Spoken — immaculate, corporate] Look at her. Queen of Coping. Highly adaptable. Excellent under pressure. [pause - whispered] Absolutely fucking exhausted. [Bridge — stripped back] Nobody stole my life In one great heist. They took it Six minutes at a time. Six here. Ten there. Another afternoon Disappeared somewhere. A little petrol. A little time. A little patience. A little mind. A little art. A little heart. A finite life Spent part by part. [pause] [Village Turn — one voice widening into many] They say it takes a village. Funny. Everywhere I look there’s another bending back Building up a village while she’s carrying the stack [Fast syncopated rap — clipped, percussive, counting the cost] Holding— every birthday every date all the groceries everybody’s weight all the passwords all the plans all the children in their hands all the peace every breath all together with what’s left how to cope how to carry how to make it look almost ordinary [Music strips back] We became the village for everybody else. [pause] Who became the village for us? [Beat begins returning] We were never meant to be islands just because we learned to swim. [Final Chorus] WE DON’T NEED TO COPE BETTER WE NEED FEWER FUCKING OBSTACLES [Final chant] Fewer. Fucking. Obstacles.