Gig Economy

by TIJ

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1.
Far out in the red sky… We swim like dolphins. Like dolphins can swim He thinks he'll blow our minds Far out in the atmosphere Where the air is thin We swim like dolphins Don't freak out He thinks he'll blow our minds In/out Freak out (Don't freak out) Far out in the red sky Weißer Fürst Weit draußen im roten Himmel In der Atmosphäre Wo die Luft dünn ist Weißer Fürst Far out in the atmosphere Where the air is Thin White Duke BOWIE (FAR OUT) lyrics by B. Snaith in homage to DB We swim like dolphins Like dolphins can swim Weißer Fürst Weit draußen im roten Himmel In der Atmosphäre Wo die Luft dünn ist Weißer Fürst Schwim wie Delfine Wie Delfine schwimmen können Im Himmel flippen Nicht aus Er glaubt, er wird uns um den Verstand bringen Wo die Luft dünn und klar ist Wir werden schwimmen wie Delfine flippen Nicht aus Er fiel wie ein Starmann auf die Erde
2.
LET'S DEFENESTRATE lyrics by B. Snaith Well I shook off my tail in The Beehive and came here as fast as I could Nobody saw me creep up to your doorway because i set loose the horses from under the hood So I slid up your stairs like an escalator, slipped into your room like a thief. I’ve got so much to say but there’s not time to say it Let’s defenestrate Seven storeys high two stories so deep in debt and deception I can barely breathe. Let’s defenestrate I’ve got so much to say but there’s no time to say it
3.
You left me in a dream. I watched you drift away and not come back again You left me in a dream I saw you fade away Into yesterday. Into outer space To another place and time Funny how the time goes Funny how it chips away It won’t come back again Funny how the time goes Funny how it slips away Into yesterday LEFT ME IN A DREAM lyrics by B. Snaith Into outer space To another place in time You left me in a dream Over and over and over again Funny how the light goes, Funny how we lose the days Won’t come back again Funny how the life goes, Funny how we make the same mistakes Time and time again Time and time again Into outer space To that other place and time. You left me in a dream.
4.
Frozen 08:28
FROZEN Lyrics by Erika Bach If I don't look back And I let it go If there's no return Who would ever know There's a snake in you Eating from the tree If it was her wish Then forget about me In the wilderness There's a hanging tree With a rope for her And a rope for me I erased the words That you wrote to me As punishment For a mind that's free I am frozen on the last day I am frozen I am hardening Be on my side I can't help it Can't get over it Not this time Was the last day Was the last time I would open up my mouth Not another word was spoken Since the love burnt itself out I am frozen on the last day I am frozen I am hardening Be on my side I can't help it Can't get over it Not this time
5.
SING ME SOMETHING SINISTER lyrics by B. Snaith everything you thought you knew. everything you thought you knew has broke in two, been thrown into the sea. everyone is watching you, everyone you thought you knew, everybody tortures you for what you do and what you did to me. everyone you thought you loved, every fucking god above. everybody is a judge and jury. they're injuring/enduring me. guess i could philosophise, i wouldn't wish to jeopardise (i'd capsize this boat). sing me something sinister. something to distract me from the facts as they administer the pain. again and again. nobody apologised. condescend and patronise. everyone is telling lies that don't hold water. if only I could sympathise. but now it's right up to my eyes. telling secrets, telling lies like they shouldn't oughta. everything you thought you knew, everything they taught to you just brought to you the truth. the truth turned out to be untrue. sinking on this ship of fools, everything you learned in school, e very single fucking rule was cold and cruel. we swim with fishes. but these are vicious. sing me something sinister. something to distract me from the facts as they administer the pain. again and again. again and again
6.
THERE'S A CIRCUS GOING ON IN THERE lyrics by B. Snaith There’s a circus going on In the Big Top So I’m needing some distraction Because it won’t stop It goes on and on And up and down And in and out And round and round The roundabout The jump the drop The rise and fall won’t ever stop 
Drown me in alcohol Give me some stimulation Give me any drug at all The runaway train ran through the station On the track That leads me back to the Big Top.
And there’s a circus going on in there There’s a circus going on in the Big Top. Give me some medication to postpone the shock. It goes on and on And up and down And in and out And round and round The roundabout The jump the drop The rise and fall won’t ever stop Drown me in alcohol Give me some stimulation Give me any drug at all The runaway train ran through the station On the track that leads me back To the Big Top It goes on and on And up and down And in and out And round and round The roundabout The jump the drop The rise and fall won’t ever stop 
And there’s a circus going on in there. There’s a circus going on in there
7.
Killer Type 03:04
KILLER TYPE lyrics by B. Snaith She’s burned on my retinas LOVE returned in BOLD Helvetica Tightly kerned So a sight to behold Whatever she wants I’ll be letting her Once seen there’s no forgetting her So novel she’s never, ever going to get old No hype, she’s a killer type Gunpowder, dynamite So wrong that she’s so right Don’t be alarmed by her flashing light She’s got the looks (daguerrotype). All of the hooks (no stereotype) She cooks the books 451 Farenheit W. O.O.O (wooo!) She’s got a PHD in Topography A Masters degree in Geometry We’re still studying Biology ;) And IT (spells ‘it!’) No hype, she’s a killer type Gunpowder, dynamite Plutonium, gelignite 451 Farenheit. No hype, she’s a killer type Gunpowder, dynamite So wrong that she’s so right Don’t be alarmed by her flashing light Don’t be alarmed
8.
Touch & Go 04:15
TOUCH & GO lyrics by B. Snaith We’ve nothing to show Only heaven knows But, for a while, it was touch and go. How, do you suppose, did we keep our composure? Only lovers know. You never saw the naked flame, Only the warmth we gave and you never saw those fires we made. There’s nowhere to go when you’re down a hole But back up again and only heaven knows. The end of the road When all you touch is cold And it’s touch and go for the last time. You never heard the cutting words, Only the sweet nothings. You never saw how much we hurt. Only heaven knows.
9.
A PUPPET PULLING STRINGS lyrics by B. Snaith She couldn’t get in motion Too scared to spread her wings Just couldn’t cut the cord, kid You’ve got to do these things She’s balanced on the high wire And now she’s selling skin Holding on to cold hands She sucks the suckers in Coming out in the big, wide world This girl’s uncurled The whirlpool pulled her in A puppet pulling strings The somethings out of nothings They become everything. She’s turning all the tables That’s a game nobody wins ‘Hey man, where’d you get that lotion?’* Where did you get that cream? Where did they mix the potion? The nightmare of the dream Swimming into the ocean Approaching a wave she’ll never swim A puppet pulling strings. You never had the notion You never had the will You never cut the cord, kid You’re hanging on it still Reaction or inaction Fact or fiction? Pull the focus in A puppet pulling strings * Iggy Pop - Lust For Life
10.
CIGARETTE GIRL (BURNED AGAIN) lyrics by B. Snaith She’s gonna get burned again She was a cigarette girl at The MGM She was smoking’ hot! Lighting up men Stoking a fire Poking the pyre Baring a grin and bearing the liars A puppet pulling the strings and the wires She’s gonna get burned again A pack of Lucky Strikes for the luckless marks She was picking up tips, Kicking up sparks Holding all the hands But none of the cards She’s gonna get burned again
11.
Reward 02:38

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From the Dark Peak where Derbyshire meets Manchester, TIJ (The Inconsistent Jukebox) is the work of Barry Snaith, also one half of European duo m1nk, whose critically acclaimed debut album emerged mid 2019. A prolific soundscape writer and global collaborator, Gig Economy will be his debut solo album with TIJ.
As an experienced musician who has entered into many collaborations with the greatest musicians in the world, Snaith subtly mixes different musical influences. From Captain Beefheart's genius madness, Bowie's Glam Rock to electronics and synths, it's all there.


Some reviews for previous work:
‘with the resulting cocktail dragged off and forced head first in some Psychic TV tumble dryer’ - Mark Barton, The Sunday Experience

‘a stunning slab of gritty, grimy industrial electro reminiscent of the KLF at their idiosyncratic best. The video, choregraphed by Parris Goebbelis one of the best you'll see this year.’ Paul Kerr Fresh On The Net selector

‘Having cut his babyteeth as a guitarist alongside punk/new wave royalty like The Ramones and Chrissie Hynde, Snaith is clearly a well connected musician with an eye for startling and unusual collaborations’ - Matt Catchpole

‘With Inconsistent Jukebox and his cohorts, he also draws from other creative fields like video, dance, graphics, and painting ‘- Jen Den
‘impossible to pigeonhole’ - God Is In The TV Zine

‘think Garbage crossed with David Lynch armed with a fuzz box’ - Spill Magazine

‘A stunning slab of gritty idiosyncratic electro rock’ - Kurrent Music

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released May 20, 2020

Produced by Barry Snaith
Performed by TIJ
Mastered by Idan Karucci
Artwork & design: Johan Buurke
Back cover art by Andy Campbell
Original artwork ‘Killer Type’ by Smiler Street Art

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