All of his music up until Oops! I Did It Again were classified as IDM (Intelligent dance music) and had very little vocals or lyrics for the most part. However, Kidwell was not content to stay behind the laptop while on tour, and quickly and openly aspired to become "#1 Entertainer". He started to hone freestyling skills and performing new songs. In 2002, he won a coveted tour spot opening for the East Coast leg of the Death and Dismemberment tour with Death Cab for Cutie and old friends from Washington, DC The Dismemberment Plan. Later that year, Tall, Dark, and Handcuffed, his first album with full vocals, was released.
2003 was a pivotal year for Kidwell - after spending his entire life living in or around Baltimore, he packed up and drove out to Oakland, California. Car malfunctions and a week stranded in the western US became the inspiration for his second album of that year, Maryland Mansions, an album about suicide which pushed the motifs of his previous album Being Ridden further and was modelled somewhat on the Nine Inch Nails EP Broken. Two music videos for Maryland Mansions were released early in 2004, and Kidwell moved again, to Chicago a few months later.
Shortly thereafter, he married Roby Newton (from the band Milemarker), and reorganized Cex as a three-piece: Kidwell, Newton, and Cale Parks (from the bands Joan of Arc and Aloha). This configuration released an EP, Know Doubt, in 2005 on a Chicago label called Record Label. The next Cex album is titled Actual Fucking and will be released July 4th, 2006. The album is heavy on vocals and will be released by Seattle label Automation Records.
The Childhood of a Leader
Cex Lyrics
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Lawyer, doctor, sword swallower
Child psychologist, amateur pornographer
Sales associate
Six percent commission
Do you have our club membership?
Can I tell you about the benefits?
Photo developing, we see every picture
And rob extras of those of the sexual nature
There's a shoebox in the back which is storing the duplications
Right adjacent to a pile of blank applications
And if our patrons weren't so ordinary, I might take up blackmail
I'd seize upon the evil if I thought it would be the key to feeling once again
But what I can gather from these bins is that
People's lives don't provide many pictures worth stealing
Just like mine, although plenty get abandoned
I've stopped seeking sex to find different kinds of passion
Because sometimes amongst the thumbs and out of focus baby shots
A candid picture of anger or happiness shows up
I know I've been swallowed
I can feel the acid eating at my skin
I don't want to live in the stomach
But I don't want to be shit
Out into the streets with parts of me partially digested
Left here in the beast
I know I've been swallowed
I can feel the acid eating at my eyes, at my hands, at my friends, at my mind
And if I don't die
I'm developing quite an appetite
I guess I'll have to eat my way back outside
I've got it down to where it takes me about an hour
To bag the trash and get it out from underneath the counter
Lug it up to the dumpster, back behind the shopping center
Lost in thought, God it's hot, a ghost inside the register
Zombie walking parking lots
Waiting for my moms to pick me up
Holding down the vomit in my throat
I hope no one I know ever sees me in this state
Weeks deep in the belly of the beast named retail
I want to yell "help me!"
The scream of something's very wrong
But everyone will tell me that my battle cry is too banal
And way dated
No, I can't explain it
But I didn't say that they could take
What they're exchanging for my paycheck
I will not be addicted
To cigarettes and scratch-off lotto tickets
I'm not satisfied to lie about my clock-out times
When I close the store
I need something more from this life
In the pictures I horde, I find one in every five hundred
That makes me feel a little less disgusting
The answer must be here, I just haven't found it yet
That's why I keep stealing, so I can not forget
That I was once whole, I was once real
It's just a job, so it's not a big deal, right?
So why am I so acutely aware that I'm being digested?
Why am I scared at night that I might not survive in this climate?
My body's a box, and I'm sealed inside it
Why have we decided that we're stuck behind the stomach lining?
I'll find a way out, or die trying
I'll find a way out, or die trying
I'll find a way out, or die trying
I'll find a way out, I'll find a way, I'll find a way out or die trying
The Childhood of a Leader by Cex is a poignant and introspective song that covers a range of themes, from the mundanity of retail work to the loss of childhood innocence. The opening lines of the song list out a series of professions, including snake handler, faith healer, lawyer, doctor, and child psychologist. While these may seem like disparate professions, they all share a certain level of authority, and are seen as positions of power. However, the next line, "amateur pornographer," adds a layer of complexity to the list, as it demonstrates how power can be subverted and used to exploit others.
The song then shifts to the perspective of a sales associate, who is trapped in a job that they feel is meaningless. The repetition of the phrase "six percent commission" emphasizes the emptiness of this work, and the later lines about stealing pictures and feeling like a "ghost inside the register" underline the singer's feelings of isolation and despair. The ending of the song features the haunting refrain, "I'll find a way out, or die trying," which emphasizes the urgency of the singer's situation.
Overall, The Childhood of a Leader is a powerful commentary on the human condition, exploring the themes of power, exploitation, and isolation through a poignant and introspective lens.
Line by Line Meaning
Snake handler, faith healer
Mentions professions that supposedly have powers to heal or influence people's lives
Lawyer, doctor, sword swallower
Mentions traditional professions that require education and training, juxtaposed with a bizarre circus performer
Child psychologist, amateur pornographer
Mentions a reputable profession and an unethical one, implying that people can have a dark side despite their chosen career
Sales associate
A low-paying, entry-level job that involves selling products and services to customers
Six percent commission
A small percentage of the sale price that the sales associate earns as their commission
Do you have our club membership?
Asking a customer if they have a membership card that can earn them discounts or other perks
Can I tell you about the benefits?
A common sales pitch to persuade customers to sign up for a membership
Photo developing, we see every picture
A job that involves developing photos for customers, implying that the artist has access to everyone's private moments
And rob extras of those of the sexual nature
The artist has taken copies of photos that show sexual content for their own personal use
There's a shoebox in the back which is storing the duplications
The artist keeps the sexual photos in a private stash for their own pleasure
Right adjacent to a pile of blank applications
The stash of sexual photos is situated near a stack of blank job applications, suggesting an insecurity in the singer's current position
And if our patrons weren't so ordinary, I might take up blackmail
The artist would consider using the scandalous photos to blackmail more interesting or wealthy people, but the photos aren't valuable enough
I'd seize upon the evil if I thought it would be the key to feeling once again
The singer acknowledges that their actions are immoral but they continue to do them because it makes them feel alive
But what I can gather from these bins is that
The singer has spent a lot of time looking through people's personal photos and reflecting on the nature of human existence
People's lives don't provide many pictures worth stealing
The singer realizes that most people's lives are ordinary and uneventful, not worth the time or effort to steal their personal photos
Just like mine, although plenty get abandoned
The artist relates to the fact that their own life is unremarkable and that they too have discarded many of their own photos
I've stopped seeking sex to find different kinds of passion
The artist has engaged in sexual deviance but now seeks fulfillment in other ways
Because sometimes amongst the thumbs and out of focus baby shots
Even though most photos are boring, occasionally there are ones that reveal true emotions or experiences
A candid picture of anger or happiness shows up
These rare moments of authenticity provide the singer with a sense of hope that there is more to life than what they currently experience
I know I've been swallowed
The artist feels trapped in their current job and life situation
I can feel the acid eating at my skin
The stress of the job and life situation is affecting the artist's physical and mental health
I don't want to live in the stomach
The artist wants to escape their current situation and not be consumed by it
But I don't want to be shit
The singer fears the outcome of leaving their current situation or job and being unsuccessful
Out into the streets with parts of me partially digested
If the artist leaves their current situation, they will carry with them the negative experiences that have affected them up to this point
Left here in the beast
The singer is trapped in their current situation with no clear way out
And if I don't die
The singer feels like their current situation may kill them if they don't find a way to escape it
I'm developing quite an appetite
The singer is becoming more and more desperate to leave their current situation and will do whatever it takes
I guess I'll have to eat my way back outside
The artist acknowledges the difficulty of leaving their current job or life situation and that it will require a significant effort
I've got it down to where it takes me about an hour
The artist has a routine for cleaning up at their job
To bag the trash and get it out from underneath the counter
The singer does menial tasks at their job to pass the time
Lost in thought, God it's hot, a ghost inside the register
The singer is mentally disengaged from their job and feels like a ghost trapped in their physical body
Zombie walking parking lots
The artist is physically present but mentally checked out from their job and life situation
Waiting for my moms to pick me up
The artist is stuck in a position where their parents still need to pick them up from work
Holding down the vomit in my throat
The artist is physically ill from their job or life situation
I hope no one I know ever sees me in this state
The singer is ashamed of their current job or life situation and doesn't want anyone they know to see them like this
Weeks deep in the belly of the beast named retail
The artist is stuck in a job that is slowly consuming their soul and is realizing the full extent of their situation
I want to yell "help me!"
The singer feels trapped and helpless in their current situation
The scream of something's very wrong
The singer is acknowledging that their current situation is not normal or healthy, and wants to escape it
But everyone will tell me that my battle cry is too banal
The singer knows that others may not understand the gravity of their situation and may not provide the support they need
And way dated
The artist fears that their struggle is not unique or special, and that others may not care
No, I can't explain it
The artist feels like they cannot adequately express their emotions or feelings about their current situation
But I didn't say that they could take
The singer acknowledges that they did not explicitly agree to be treated poorly or exploited in their current job
What they're exchanging for my paycheck
The singer is being paid for their labor, but the emotional and physical toll of the job is not worth the money they receive
I will not be addicted
The artist is making a decision to not give in to unhealthy habits or coping mechanisms
To cigarettes and scratch-off lotto tickets
Mentions two common vices that people use to cope with stress or difficult situations
I'm not satisfied to lie about my clock-out times
The artist is striving for honesty and integrity in their job, even though it is difficult
When I close the store
The singer is responsible for closing the store at the end of their shift
I need something more from this life
The artist is searching for a greater purpose or meaning in their life
In the pictures I horde, I find one in every five hundred
The singer has collected a large number of personal photos from their job, but most of them are unremarkable
That makes me feel a little less disgusting
The rare moments of authenticity or emotion captured in the photos help the singer feel better about themselves and their life
The answer must be here, I just haven't found it yet
The singer is hopeful that there is a solution to their current situation, but they haven't found it yet
That's why I keep stealing, so I can not forget
The artist continues to take photos from their job as a way to cope and not forget the true nature of humanity that they glimpse in rare moments
That I was once whole, I was once real
The artist remembers a time when they felt more fulfilled and authentic in their life
It's just a job, so it's not a big deal, right?
The singer is struggling with feelings of insignificance and guilt for feeling unhappy in their job or life situation
So why am I so acutely aware that I'm being digested?
The singer feels like they are trapped in a cycle of negative emotions and experiences, and can't escape it
Why am I scared at night that I might not survive in this climate?
The artist is afraid that their current situation may lead to death or physical and emotional harm
My body's a box, and I'm sealed inside it
The artist feels trapped in their physical and emotional body, unable to escape their current situation
Why have we decided that we're stuck behind the stomach lining?
The artist is questioning why people feel like they have no control over their lives or current situation
I'll find a way out, or die trying
The singer is determined to escape their current situation, even if it means risking their life or well-being
I'll find a way out or die trying
The repetition of this line emphasizes the artist's determination and desperation to escape their current situation
I'll find a way out, I'll find a way, I'll find a way out or die trying
The final repetition of this line reinforces the singer's determination and desperation to escape their current situation, and highlights the overall theme of the song
Contributed by Julian N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.