Pining [LP] - Taccy Chun

The term “tactical chunder” is used colloquially in London and other parts of the UK to refer to intentionally making yourself throw up. In the US, we use the term “pull trig” for the same meaning, as it's always more fun to bring gun imagery into the picture. Similarly to “biting the bullet,” pulling trig implies taking the initiative to fix a bad situation, but there is an added visual element to the expression, since in order to activate one’s own gag reflex, individuals often extend their index finger and thumb, forming a finger gun, in order to reach their uvula. It is with this brief moment of pain that drunks are able to dispel excess poison from their system and recover physically and mentally from over indulging in vice. In the UK, they prefer to preserve some of their dignity and at least emphasize how strategic the action can be, in order to prevent an accidental chunder, and even continue drinking after the fact.


In the same manner, Taccy Chun is a musical project formed by Bliss Routine and Bundt Cakes in which we seek to dispel some malicious humors, but in the most public manner possible. Obviously we didn’t think that through, but hopefully the music and production make the vomiting of emotions a bit more tolerable. These songs were written compulsively, yet upon following that compulsion, a sort of gratifying release takes hold, and the emotional tension that prompted the song seems to slip away.


The collection of songs in “Pining” were written in London, hoping desperately to capture the feelings of pining after another person from afar that this city seems to cultivate. It is a dark, lopsided sensation, and in order to right oneself from tilted, jilted love, we excreted these songs. 

We hope to move on to a healthier relationship with music, but for now the Taccy Chun is a crutch on which we rely.

xx TC xx

Pining by Taccy Chun out 1.4.2024


A’s in their Names


I seem to only fall for people with A’s in their names

I know it doesn’t make sense, but I don’t have to explain 

Why O’s don’t affect me in the same way


‘Cause that would spoil the little magic that I like to coil 

Around particular people that I adore

And some years of emotional turmoil


But who am I to say

That you can’t love her in that way

And wash your hands of

Your past mistakes


‘Cause I still just fall for those with A’s in their names

So you and Betsy can go and get up out of the race

To win my arbitrary place


But who am I to say

That you can’t love her in that way

And wash your hands of

Your past mistakes


Cuz who am I to say

That you can’t love her in that way

And wash your hands of

Your past mistakes


Always falling back to A


So I Did


You were waiting, stuck in line, seemed like

We were heading the same direction

Just a chat and a laugh was all it took

For you to take my heart


Was all it took, for you to take my…


So now the Tube’s pulling taught, to a stop and you’re

Gracefully stepping off, just waiting there

To say goodbye to my friends and wait for me 

To come fuck it up


So I did, so I did

In front of Evan and Sid

So I did, so I…




Now I’m feeling down like I’ve lost myself

Was this another crush or something else?

So now I’m waiting around, feeling nothing

Just gonna take it out on whoever’s next


Whoever’s next, got no respect


Now you’ve got it all in your head spread out 

Like you’re the victim when you’re in bed and now

The past is written black on drunken skin

And you can ruin a life


So I did, so I did

In front of Evan and Sid

You can ask them

So I did


Tantalus


Here it comes again, that feeling that you get, 
and you know what I’m talking about, and it sucks

As the blackberries bend across the backlot neighbor’s fence,
                                                           I ripen 
                                                              and 
                                                                repent.

I shouldn’t have     
    had so much fun.
I shouldn’t have had 
    a sense of humor 
           and gone out
    to where your souls become 
entangled.
And that can’t ever be undone.

But I didn’t cut you up,
I didn’t put you in a pot,
I didn’t cook you up,
I didn’t feed/serve you to the gods,

Cuz I won’t reach for the fruits, unlike 
Tantalus,
Tantalus,
Tantalus 

Tantalus,
Tantalus,
Tantalus 


Trees Like Veins


Hey man you seem so different now

Now that you’re back I just wanted to ask, how

Are those new friends and that new self-importance?

Hey man congrats on that


But don’t ask 

If you can see the girl

She’s already left


Now you’ve gotten a better look

Down at your roots and see how long it took

To say how much of a shame it is 

that your didn’t keep in touch


But don’t ask 

if you can see the girl

She’s already left

And don’t feel too bad

It's all just in your head

So give it time

Oh time


I’m stuck in my head

Try to numb instead

Please just fill my cup

Sky high, struck dumb

Wine-drunk, in the backyard

Trees like veins of blood

Endlessly up

I come unstuck


But don’t ask 

if you can see the girl

She’s already left

And don’t feel too bad

It's all just in your head

So give it time


Eyes Like Rifles


Bound outside and out of time

Let's rewind but the cogs aren’t turning

Trenches in white

My unrequited

I’m writing this down

To process dividing


My gut twists into a spiral

In your present absence

Your eyes are rifles


So I’m last in line

By my own misguided design

It's all in your bite

To which I say goodbye