1. |
A458
04:07
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It's hiding out,
Behind your full beam -
It's in the pitch black fields.
It's sneaking round that pool of light
It sneaks out in winter.
Where it
Crystallises on the ground -
In little flashes and cold stars,
On the A-road.
Good morning,
Good morning.
What's the news today?
Well they say, on the clean page entitled
Work life balance
Some god is tipping the scales.
And on the TV I see a little fly
Pissing around on his bronzed muscular shoulder.
Gonna be there!
Remind yourself!
That little fly, it fucks you about when you feel it
Hit you in your sleep - its dead weight of biological waste!
Eyes all clustered together
They stare at you day to day -
So keep that head up -
Embrace life.
Choke it if you have to.
Kind men in patterned shirt tend to explain
That it does not exist -
Until you look.
It hides away, it dies,
Till one day it becomes just one -
With the hedgerows.
Still I see it!
On the morning!
Lights flicker, oh they flicker in the concrete and I -
Got a film reel titled old dreams playing out in my car!
Yeah still I see it!
On the morning!
Lights flicker of the flicker in the concrete and I -
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2. |
Swimming
03:46
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You
See these clouds?
That grey stretch far into the distance -
Drifting at that certain height...
It will disappear - in an instant.
These
Organs...
That've gotten rolled into a ball -
Once scriptures of a hidden life -
Engraved cellular...
On the stomach wall!
The order is mixed at depth and it is -
Translated with cold salt!
While the story is absorbed by -
Tectonic faults!
When with your decision made this -
Present to the past?
Shift that feeling into something -
Less and less!
I would like to go swimming
Ask the currents where to go
I would like to go swimming
Where
Your
Light
Won't reach me.
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3. |
Birds
04:19
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I don't know how to read birds.
But if I did - I'd take a look at your feet.
Your feathers,
Your colour,
And the shape of your beak
You'd tilt your head and you'd fly away,
Before my chance to speak.
You'd tilt your head and you'd fly away,
Well there are other birds in the sky.
I wish I knew your name, friend.
You can't seem to get the answers you want.
A shout,
A cry,
Whatever that noise was...
You'd tilt your head and you'd fly away,
Before my chance to speak.
You'd tilt your head and you'd fly away,
Well there are other birds in the sky!
It's been a really long day...
So my driving's quick - I'm rushed...
Your feathers,
Your colour -
There was no thud, there was no note -
Of the crush...
Your coat went up like a puff of smoke!
Filling my rearview mirror.
Your coat went up like a puff of smoke!
Well there are other birds in the sky.
Your coat went up like a puff of smoke!
Filling my rearview mirror.
Your coat went up like a puff of smoke!
Well there are other birds in the sky...
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4. |
Half-Life
04:54
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Clock turns round to half-past five
Nerves link arms across the drive
Shift starts nurse charge called in sick
Look we've got - two left. We'll make it stick.
But then the office phone rings
She picks it up and it brings
This cry of pain to her.
He's just made a mistake
Swallowed a razor blade -
Well we really need your help...
Can you
Sort this
For me?
Can you
Please sort this
For me?
Package waits out by the door
Twice a month works to ensure
No tears need flow
Look - no one need know.
Her soul flies to the sky
For two hours it dies
It leaves her to work in peace -
Walks around with a smile,
Confidence and a style -
A half-life lived at ease...
Can you
Sort this
For me?
Can you
Please sort this
For me?
Familiar limit her morning froze...
Her third assessment left her choked....
Stumbled, fumbled, she locked the door...
Under the gold light... Just a couple more -
On the drive back from work
Her stomach started to churn.
And her hands - they've both gone numb!
Time stretched and it slowed!
And she swerved off the road!
We were all late home!
Can you
Sort this
For me!?
Can you!?
Please sort this!?
For me...
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5. |
Elbuod
03:11
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I could try -
Draw up a framework.
Get a sheet -
Of tracing paper.
Draw around your snarl and your lies -
And round this morning's smile...
I could construct
A communications network,
Utility poles, wires through the vapour -
Standing tall, delivering messages,
Through the evenings mist...
I could try -
Draw some truth,
Word for word -
Tooth for tooth.
But you pinch and you pick at the stitch...
As space runs out of room.
Your words are double,
And so I respond in kind to repair the heartfelt fault!
But two squared forms a box we'll be forever locked -
Too much love is much too lost.
And who are you,
To ink-blot fill
The borderlines of my skin?
Trace the rise and fall,
Chart collapse,
To sink into your lap?
Don't you fucking tell me which words are my own,
Deglove my memories face.
Because when our eyes collide -
Doubts vow unfazed.
Your words are double,
And so I respond in kind to repair the heartfelt fault!
But two squared forms a box we'll be forever locked -
Too much love is much too lost.
I'd like an end!
To call off this constant spite, to deny the slanted light!
But I won't lie! I will never hand over my mind!
So my love might have to stop.
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6. |
Morville
03:49
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I crawl out the church's wall...
As the crowd moves onto the pew.
Slither down grey sandstone -
And join them,
On this faith's foundation.
Sat between conversation,
Sound seeps through my face.
Tickling my tear ducts -
It draws these words down my cheeks,
To take your place.
To take your place...
My thoughts dropped to the floor,
Down a crack between the boards.
This is all a bit much, this is all -
A bit sudden.
This shot that stopped you,
Seems to have missed its mark.
Switched me for you...
Switched me for you?
Switched me for you....
Switched me for you....
Switched me for you...
Now I'm filling up your coffin
With my
C
O
2.
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7. |
Don't Look Down
05:08
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You were lay down,
Like a mummy -
Waiting for the
Future
To come find you.
With your eyes both
Painted open,
Listening -
To the ceiling.
When you woke you
Tried to remember,
What this silhouette told you -
Never doubt?
Thought it must be
Something important...
Something to,
Write home about...
Listening to an idol's dreams,
Recorded miles away -
Well this dead man and all of his friends...
You play along to a static song
You learnt when you were twelve...
Your fingers click and then the static it sticks -
Listen! Can you hear the screaming?
It sounds like miles away -
Well look around and tell me who is there?
You don't cry nowadays!
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8. |
Stop Look Listen
02:54
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Stop and look,
And listen.
To that simple
Sound of wisdom.
The wise mind
Sounds just like
A lump of blood red tissue.
Don't you dare,
Dare miss it.
From that little
Look of weirdness.
It's a hellscape -
That is drawn straight -
Its a line
of cold hard stillness
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Nicolas Naut England, UK
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