[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I’m shaking up my eight ball, cause I’m trying to see
What tomorrow’s world has got in store for me
Yeah, freedom don’t come cheap
I’m bartering hard with no room to give
Living my life as if my head ain’t a complete sieve
Hold your horses, bandage up its bloodied knees
Poor thing’s been exhausted since '83
But from the causeway it’s hard to see the full extent of the damage
You couldn’t see the woods for the trees
Fuck me, how am I supposed to cope
In the age of the gentrified savage, thеre’s no hope
Kids thesе days, they think they’ve been outnumbered
But they’ve never even looked at an iron lung like I did once
They’ve got the whole thing wrong, just bumbling along on the bottom rung
Sucking each other off and huffing designer bongs
It's a constant hit, it’s not worth what you're paying for it
In my day, the gear on the street was so weak
You could eat your ambition in a matter of weeks
Just trying to envision the peak and that’s bleak
And that's bleak
[Chorus]
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won't repent
How to remain in dissonance
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won't repent
How to remain in dissonance
[Verse 2]
Now then, look here, what you need to understand is
If you wanna make some decent money from it
You’d better off kicking that dickhead singer you’ve gotten out the band
And getting yourself a gig down the Grand
I know the landlord, Fat Andy
And I bet he’d be up for giving you a leg up
If you just give him a hand
Just don’t be doing originals
Play the standards and don’t get political
I know what that dickhead singer's like
He’ll end up in the back of an ambulance
With a mic stand rammed up his arse twice over
All because he couldn’t ignore the flag and be polite
Show some respect and listen to my advice
Cause if you don’t challenge me on anything
You'll find I’m actually very nice
Are you listening? I’m actually very fucking nice
[Chorus]
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won't repent
How to remain in dissonance
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won't repent
How to remain in dissonance
The overload of discontent
The constant burden of making sense
It won’t relent, it won't repent
How to remain in dissonance
How to remain in dissonance
How to remain in dissonance
How to remain in dissonance
How to remain in dissonance
The Overload was written by Sam Shipstone & Ryan Needham & James Smith (Yard Act).
The Overload was produced by Ali Chant.
Yard Act released The Overload on Tue Sep 07 2021.
‘The Overload’ serves as an overture to the album. It’s written from the perspective of someone sitting in a pub overhearing snippets of all these different conversations from different characters and acting as a vessel, a medium even, for their own thoughts and opinions.
That cut and paste approac...
James Smith:
The song was originally a really pounding house track that Ryan had sent, but I heard the beat differently and put this sped-up drum-and-bass loop over the top of Ryan’s bassline. As soon as I put that on it, the energy made more sense. There’s a chopped sample break running underneath...