Featuring this song today because Tony and I were just discussing how, when we are reviewing the latest record for whatever reason (sending to press, etc), we always sort of forget this one is on there, yet it's a sleeper nugget that's probably as musically indicative as any of our songs of that small part of us that is influenced by 70s radio rock ("The Way Out" on AOJ's PART3: COPING is another good example). Whereas a lot of LOVE LOST FOR BLOOD LUST deals - often with an ironic whimsy consistent throughout our catalog - with the socio-economically oppressive, corporate fascism that we believe spins the world, some of the songs deal with the matter on a larger scale by noting the real violence and impact on the society as a whole. A few of the songs, however, skirt around the rim of the matter, touching upon the smaller, more intimately annoying byproducts of the state of things. I wrote this song while trying to resolve an administrative matter with a corporation via a phone conversation. As I'm sure many of you know - it's never a phone conversation as much as it is a float trip on a leaking kayak through the middle of a massive electronic whirlpool, with each punch of a number on the dial being a shove back to the center of the vortex, as you exhaustively try to paddle your way out of the center. Alas, you reach a human at some point! And they promptly do all they can to get you back to a robot, away from the answer you seek, and back into the center of the vortex. Kind of in the same way that almost all of the songs on AOJ's COPING - all basically one-sided conversations with corporate management of some sort - were construed as person-to-person love songs and disagreements (and that's cool if it works for the listener), this song sounds like a love song. And it is, if you change the word "love" to "hate." Because I fucking hate making that call.