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INTRO
01:30
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BLACK DOG
04:17
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BLACK DOG
She was a back dog who followed him.
A storm of poor choices reverberating.
Shivering though it’s hotter than the sun,
A cold sweat of disaffection
Brain barking the loops of what went on.
Still reeling in the waves of feeling,
Stored up and pulling at the leash,
Inside a night of howls and perimeters -
chasing ghosts and straining chains.
Perfect pointers to prey animals,
Of hiding acceptance and the softer feelings.
All the recriminations
and inside and outside the chasing shadow of…..
All of the time he knew it to be
Inside his mind
And not at his heel.
Up on the brow
Where the sail meets the sky,
Journeying in to find….
Old blunt patina,
Never yielding in it slow hammer,
Dead dull bark of feints and fortunes lost.
Still ringing with the myth of winning,
Seeking solace in the self said proof:
Battling in the afterglow
Of everything you know you lost.
All of the time he knew it to be
Inside his mind
And not at his heel.
Up on the brow
Where the sail meets the sky,
Journeying in to find….
The Sun!
All of the time he knew it to be
Inside his mind
And not at his heel.
Up on the brow
Where the sail meets the sky,
Journeying in to find….
When does the wolf regress to be all the things in its genetic capacity?
To run snarl howl and hunt,
Survive and thrive,
In the forests of it’s emotional home.
Home, are you coming home? to hunt with me?
Home are you coming home?
Hunt with me.
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WIRETAP
03:52
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WIRE TAP
Straight to the top for the wire tap
Branches snap outside supposed safe houses
Sacred ground is swallowed whole
Lost souls
Hearts to hold
Straight to the top for the wire tap
Branches snap outside supposed safe houses
Sacred ground is swallowed whole
Lost souls
Hearts to hold
Hope deserted
Angels unconvinced
Bleeding out in the back of blacked out Cadillacs
Flashing badges like romantic holidays
Avoiding detection on the frontier posts of the American suburbs
Picking of decorated men with expert skill for fun
Those executed on shaky evidence
There was no epiphany
No progress
Sent upstate to repent
Religious sermons, modern baptists
Snipers on the roof
Waiting for movement
A glint is a give-away
They keep chopping while we stand useless
A ruined middleweight
From a fight stopped much too late
Rumours of the rail road
Became a roadmap into the swamp
Promises of anchoring his wilderness
With migration north
Different lives led
Years apart
The sky drew dark as we rolled further into the heart land
Into the veins of the country
And when the first local boy died overseas
They named a school after him
For the second it was a street corner
Pretty soon they r4ealised the town
Would be nothing but names by next winter
To live amongst the rubble
Of the past
The persistence of memory
More productive
Less toxic
Straight to the top for the wire tap
Snipers on the roof
Waiting for movement
A glint is a give-away
They keep chopping while we stand useless
A ruined middleweight
From a fight stopped much too late
Much too late
Much too late
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NO NEED TO APOLOGISE
03:40
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NO NEED TO APOLOGISE
Let’s cope.
Pushing each other around
In the image of the sun
Smothered by the clouds and
Let’s smoke
Throwing our hands
In the mirror of your brothers car
To warm my hip bones.
Why’d you have to go
and spill yourself on the road?
Why’d you have to hide
In powdered prisons
of your smiling Lie?
Let’s drink
a hollow toast.
A fallacy of dry eyes.
Bright blue and imploring.
Why’d you have to go
and spill yourself on the road?
Why’d you have to hide
In powdered prisons
of your smiling Lie?
We’ll hoist his wooden boat
To set, to sink, to float,
To put to fire and flame.
Let’s see if all these ashes.
(if you’d never been away)
(and what gives to the right to throw it all away?)
There’s no need for you to apologise.
There’s no need for you to cry.
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BALLARD
04:13
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BALLARD
I’ve seen the fall of Rome
on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
When all your pills and sand
have let you down,
Clustered in your patch of sun,
To drink your money Bloody Mary week away,
To “have some fun”,
Before you slip and slide into the black hole
‘Cos Monday’s coming!
You’re running at a thousand miles an hour
Into bends you cannot take.
You’re hurtling through forests without end,
‘Cos you can’t apply the brakes.
You can’t melt your sins away
by focusing your ray bans at the sun.
No matter how hard you try,
you’ll never wash it all away
with your favourite brand of Gin.
The creeping rot
cos Monday’s coming!
You’re running at a thousand miles an hour
Into bends you cannot take.
You’re hurtling through forests without end,
‘Cos you can’t apply the brakes.
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DEVIL LIZARD DELIVERY DAY
When time melts like blue-tac,
The dullard swarm arrive to be informed.
Through the cracks and fissures
of normal logic is the the moving mouth.
No sign or break point
will keep the general public
from their bowling,
boggling and no mind ability to interfere.
Why must I compromise?
To spend precious time on this earth
filling in the holes blown in your mind,
I’ll never get anything done.
The door swings and clatters;
Delivery of bees and break pads,
Calls for sacred dentists
and “can you buy my razors for your child?”.
There’s clowns in the basement
A flock of sisters has left their briefcase,
Afire alarm of palettes.
Just because it’s burning , why should they leave?
Why must I compromise?
To spend precious time on this earth
filling in the holes blown in your mind,
I’ll never get anything done.
After more than two decades of standing smiling at you,
While you do the single biggest range
of stupid mean facile deliberate fucking fuck ups,
you have no idea how loud I need to blow that horn.
The greatest act of my resolve was giving my self the chance to leave.
I chose to leave.
I chose to leave.
So i chose to leave,
and in doing so i finally chose to live.
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7. |
INNER EAR
03:49
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Inner ear.
Negative Elvis.
Repitch those shakes to shattered stones.
Lumping that hammer tongue around.
Negative Elvis.
One pitch and no control allowed;
The mirror of your friends and foes is broken by your sound.
Why must you be so loud?
Why must you scream and shout to say
the simplest things
you could have left out anyway.
Why must you be so loud?
Why must you all harp in that way?
Volume over content.
All your vulgar noise displays.
Negative Elvis.
Set back the dials that chip the paint.
Negative Elvis,
Scraping your teeth black for your faint
and readily disappearing sense of self esteem.
Why must you be so loud?
Why must you scream and shout to say
the simplest things
you could have left out anyway.
Why must you be so loud?
Why must you all harp in that way?
Volume over content.
All your vulgar noise displays.
Whisper like the wind
that moves through darkened trees at night
to sing you to your sleep
my foes!
Whisper like the wind
that moves through darkened trees at night
to sing you to your sleep
my friends,
In the end.
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8. |
DEATH IN GREEN
04:44
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Death In Green
A strip of valley farms was thought too steep to build on.
Low dense shrubby woods
and chalk pits we called dene holes
where we could dig and climb and roam
outside of sight.
We need to see by the thorns.
(How far he can climb.)
We need to hunt sticks and stones.
(The brothers in the vines.)
We need to build by the piles.
(So they can burn it down)
Teaching ourselves not to die,
out in the green.
A sheer chalk cliff in time
rain had cut and and angled.
A rubbish pit was dug, and refilled with detritus.
We mined and crawled 10 feet underground
lowered on a rope.
We need to see by the thorns.
(How far he can climb.)
We need to hunt sticks and stones.
(The brothers in the vines.)
We need to build by the piles.
(So they can burn it down)
Teaching ourselves not to die,
out in the green.
No blue rope will break on me.
No tunnel wall will fall.
The sticks and stones won’t break my bones
as I leap off it all.
In the summer of the year i turned Thirteen
nothing killed me at all.
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9. |
S T H O T T O H
01:53
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S T H O T T O H
Strange things happen on the top of hills.
Strange things happen on the top of hills.
TE HE HE HE HE.
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Did you think I’d Forgotten?
The son of a sailor doesn’t set foot on water lightly.
Neither does he whistle,
or carry meat to strange shores.
You can throw your handful of stones bulk head popper,
No holy bird will die,
No mouth will swallow me whole.
I see your dark dreams
And I see your kicking.
No mouth will swallow me whole from beneath.
The shadow of closing of teeth.
Down in the belly of various beasts.
Pale eyed bearers of jurassic teeth.
(Well I)
No storms, no crash on the reef.
All of the doubt is belief.
The sun is on,
All whispering tasks.
Harpoon times half breakers.
List not and tip into the eternal old man,
See if you can pull back
and see the horizon of your own sleep.
Try not to sleep
Try not to sleep
Try no to
But I’m letting go.
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NICELY MELTED
04:40
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Nicely Melted
I had been practicing small talk
for the best part of the morning.
No trespassing,
It was all very simple.
I waited 4 hours to get a ride in the hot wind.
I am a monument on your back seat.
Everybody worked to get to this point,
I fell into it.
I am a priest carrying the weight of a days drinking.
Nicely melted
I remember the tarmac smelling the same.
The plume leaps backwards;
A collection of thoughts flail through the silence.
We have nothing in common.
We have nothing in common but move forward together.
Swimming in uncharted territory,
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12. |
BIG DIPPER
03:44
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BIg Dipper
It’s nice to think that
there’s a comforting choir,
Bank of faces
Friends and fiends.
Heroes and heels to usher you back home.
But what if those are just hopes and dreams?
What if this puppets in the rows are moved by hands unseen?
It’s nice to hope there’s a place that you can go
where they’ll great you hand in hand.
What if you can see the rods and strings running
do you get to know where you stand?
‘Cos I know how deep my shadow goes,
But it ushers me past the end.
‘Cos every mask I pull there’s another mask set behind
when do i reach the hand?
And every string I cut there’s another string strung behind
so when do I reach the hand?
We don’t get to see behind the scenes do we?
This is the end of the show.
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