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LUNATHUG - IN MY BOX [feat. Matt Abbot] - Official Lyric Video

IN MY BOX (feat. Matt Abbott Poet) - The debut single by LUNATHUG is now available to buy early on Bandcamp.

Set to be released on all streaming platforms on the 4th of July 2024, the new single draws attention to the political turmoil the world finds itself in at the moment. It shines light on the ever-growing divide between the rich and poor, and how corruption has shaped the UK’s current government to what seems like a point of no return. It is so important, now more than ever, that we get these power-hungry, incapable, nonchalant people out of office.

“In your box, put a cross next to the candidate of your choice…”

Link to Bandcamp early release, and Spotify pre-save in bio

Credits:

Written By: Miles Berry and Matthew James Abbott
Lyrics By: Matthew James Abbott
Produced/Mixed By: Miles Berry
Mastered By: Bobby Wolfgang
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Lyrics:
in my box,
I’ll draw a breath
heavy as shopping bags
in the rain.
as eyelids
on sleepless shifts are
shouldering
survival.

in my box,
I’ll draw a triangle.
canary yellow.
hefty borders.
I’ll sketch a skull & crossbones
in the triangle
in the box.

through my box,
I’ll draw
a picket line.
a row of angry nurses.
of postal workers.
firefighters.
train guards.
teachers.

through my box,
I’ll draw
a solemn queue:
a centipede of bodies.
heads bow
for hand-outs
at the food bank.

in my box,
I’ll write a list
of Conservative MPs
who’d have been sacked
and blacklisted
in any other profession.

in my box,
I’ll write the pledges
honoured by Keir Starmer:
for this,
I will need precisely
fuck all.

in my box,
I’ll draw a tower block.
a death trap.
an inferno.
a body bag
in a care home.
a dinghy
capsized.

in my box,
I’ll start a riot.
in my box,
I’ll swipe my thumb.
in my box,
I’ll write an essay entitled,
‘the less said,
the better.’

in their box,
they are sleeping.
in their box,
They are buried.
in boxes
everywhere,
they are writing,
‘S.O.S’.

in your box
put a cross
next to the candidate
of your choice.

in your box,
support the establishment,
or be silent.

on the side
of your box
is a label.
you are told
to get back in.
from box rooms
to boxing rings:
distracted
until death.

in your box
put a cross
next to the candidate
of your choice.

in my box,
I'll draw a map
of Palestinian territories

I'll identify why refugees
are palatable
from Ukraine

In my box I'll write a receipt
for arms sold to Saudis
In my box i'll write the number
for donations to comic relief

In their box,
they're untouchable.
In theirs,
it's fucking freezing

in your box
put a cross
next to the candidate
of your choice.