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Bird/Eye/View
03:42
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‘Bird/Eye/View’
I get the feeling I’m fading
In discordant tombs of my own head
In opaque teardrops of saline
My new profession to rob and eat the dead
As erratic as do moths fly
Toward the heavens to sow and seed the stars
Recant the channels of our deep sleep
An intervention to push and pull us out
We’ll pass another blurry road sign
I’m drifting off as we cross the centre line
Clock the pattern of a bird’s eye
Clock the pattern of a bird’s eye view
Clock the pattern of a bird’s eye
Clock the pattern of a bird’s eye view
I get the feeling I’m soaring
Rooftops, umber, underlying dread
Out the ground and into yearning
All my thoughts now combine to fuse a chant
We’ll hear another vicious tone chime
The arms aligned at the exact interval of time
Clock the pattern of a bird’s eye
Clock the pattern of a bird’s eye view
Clock the pattern of a bird’s eye
Clock the pattern of a bird’s eye view
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2. |
Paradisciousis
04:53
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‘Paradisciousis’
Breathe as the animal
Through the teeth of the animal
Stark revelations shape in new equations
Feel as the animal
The taste of the animal
Devour our regrets in reciprocation
Cry as the animal
The tongues of the animal
Foul communiqué in proclamation
Sour fucking animal
The avenging potent animal
Foreshadowing flames in animation
When the
When the bugs crawl over you
When they eat you right back to earth
Did you feel the warmth of Spring
Come naked across your face?
Did you know you’re never gonna be replaced?
Did you kiss with all your love?
Did you say what you meant to say?
Cause it’s never going to feel this good
The poise of the animal
The symmetrical animal
Shadows lay their claim on vegetation
The towers of the animal
The beliefs of the animal
Rise up through the veins of imagination
The Gods of the animal
Trapped writhing animal
Violently shamed in divination
Love of the animal
The touch of the animal
Our contradictions pace our creations
When the
When the bugs crawl over you
When they eat you right back to earth
Did you feel the warmth of Spring
Come naked across your face?
Did you know you’re never gonna be replaced?
Did you kiss with all your love?
Did you say what you meant to say?
Cause it’s never going to feel this good
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3. |
Boy
05:07
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‘Boy’
Hey boy
With the ex-ex in your vines
Don’t we all sleep so long to dream
Flashbacks of the animal cage
Flickers of the candle flame
Hey boy
Escape
Hey boy
Don’t we all dream of an accolade?
Donning masks, suture the curious skin
As the light reflects off of the sea
Refracting off the lens in your eye
Hey boy
No pain
And it’s
Deeper than his hands could go
Deeper than his hands could
Deeper than the sands of time
Sleeper in the alleyway
Deeper than you’ll ever know
Deeper than you’ll ever show
Doesn’t drain the hurt from you
Tougher than any boy I know
Hey boy
There you stand in the dirty downward sign
Blows a kiss to wrap it around the night
Shoulders out hard like this
Rigid fists crack out like that
Hey boy
No shame
Hey boy
Light a cigarette in the wind
Sucking flames to hold the warmth within
Your hidden love with soar and breathe
Becoming all you’ll ever need
Hey boy
Remain
And it’s
Deeper than his hands could go
Deeper than his hands could
Deeper than the sands of time
Sleeper in the alleyway
Deeper than you’ll ever know
Deeper than you’ll ever show
Doesn’t drain the hurt from you
Tougher than any boy I know
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4. |
Continuity Error
04:26
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‘Continuity Error’
I’m dying in the space between the stars
In the redundant swirl of galaxies
In the void where we come apart
Stretching out for infinity
But I still own a piece of your heart
I still own a piece of you
I still own a piece of your heart
I still own a piece of
Sightless in the mess, collected taint
The building blocks of our mystery
Dividing like a blooming flower
I am the honey to your swarm of bees
But I still own a piece of your heart
I still own a piece of you
I still own a piece of your heart
I still own a piece of
Captured in the webs of memory
To the chambers underneath our streets
Safely hidden from the swollen sun
To expose our true mode of means
But I still own a piece of your heart
I still own a piece of you
I still own a piece of your heart
I still own a piece of
Silent in the place where I remember you
Like a film set upon a pond
Like a flesh that surrounds a pit
Hidden are depths of your art
But I still own a piece of your heart
I still own a piece of you
I still own a piece of your heart
I still own a piece of
I’m dying in the space between the scars
On the moments that are blistering
Lost my lines and I’ll lose the plot
In the pursuit of a captivity
When the desperation starts to fade
When the wheel begins to slowly spin
When the light reveals to illustrate
Where a whisper now becomes a din
I still own a piece of your heart
I still own a piece of you
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5. |
Afterlife
04:04
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‘Afterlife’
Don’t say
We won’t
Meet again
And I’ll live
In suspensions
Of disbelief
To the
Surface
As I go on and on and on again
On and on again
Into after-light
Afterlife
Don’t blink
It’s gone
Leaves behind
Traces
Of bad nights
Into this skin
Forces
Balance
Residuals of old pollutions
Chemically as one
Never ends
To the start again
*I’m so umbilical
I don’t want to leave
So afraid to take that step and see
Into what could be the great below
When you have to know*
Spinning
Revolutions
Coiling to the core
Mourning
Teething
A symphony of
Pre-dawn
Silence
There they come and go and come again
Come and go again
Into after-light
Afterlife
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6. |
Union Karbide
04:00
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‘Union Karbide’
Float
We’re floating away
Severed to pairs
Satellites of complete peace
Erosions of love
Contraptions of life
Over-dosed in our silent dream
Shot in the head
Drowned in our lungs
Erase the mistakes
And put on
Repeat
All that we’ve done
Over again
Collecting
The black flies
Dissolving in the flames
It’s all the same
Until I feel your love again
It’s all the same
Until I feel your love again
It’s all the same
Until I feel your love again
It’s all the same
Until I feel your love again
Float
We’re floating away
Like currents of air
Silently gliding on jet streams
In capsules of blood
In the frictions of sound
Dose up on drugs and try to breathe
Shadows we make
Woven and wound
And lay to rest
All your dreams
All that has been
Over again
Collecting
Behind the eyes
Dissolving in the flames
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7. |
Atlantic Pacifics
05:19
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‘Atlantic Pacifics’
You meant everything to me
All my winds will mute and cease
Only now here are we treading water
I am ocean and you’re the sea
Like a breeze move through the trees
A hypnotic twist of a closing sleep
Hibernation beneath a thousand flowers
I’ll become your abductee
Lay the lions of the wildebeest
Stalk the boundaries of the wolf and sheep
Inverted forests of the oceans under
We are all of the collective dream
Seasonal thaws melt
Gravity pulls down and trickle out into drives
Capillaries form
Flicker rain clouds, united shocks of molten light
And glacial kings drown
Caverns store sound as memories absorb the night
Psychopomps guide
Down the dark slide into everlasting secret depths
Of the sea
You meant everything to me
Blind as life in noisy streets
My dead heart has become the mighty chasm
When you become your own disease
You meant everything to me
You meant everything to me
Seasonal thaws melt
Gravity pulls down and trickle out into drives
Capillaries form
Flicker rain clouds, united shocks of molten light
And glacial kings drown
Caverns store sound as memories absorb the night
Psychopomps guide
Down the dark slide into everlasting secret depths
Of the sea
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8. |
Faces in the Dark
05:15
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‘Faces in the Dark’
So you want to hear the symphony
Do you want to feel the teeth?
In translations, saturated rhymes
All the powders, all the bleak
Needs for logic to define
A permutation of this scene
You’re out there hiding within yourself
Try being in here with me
A puff of dust
Creates shadow silhouettes
They march along the screen
Enough’s enough
Everything and everyone
You’re all in for a treat
While the
Real life
Will deviate
From the storyline
While the
Real life
Will violate
Your lovely mind
What you have isn’t what you want
What you want you wouldn’t keep
Nothing risked is nothing lost
In misology
A puff of dust
Creates shadow silhouettes
They march along the screen
Enough’s enough
Everything and everyone
In manufactured dreams
(Silent)
Real life
Deviates
Story lines
Real life
Deviates
Story lines
While the
Real life
Will deviate
From the storyline
While the
Real life
Will violate
Your lovely mind
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9. |
Daylight TV
05:26
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‘Daylight TV’
Porn creep
Like a stain on the lens
I’m gonna drain you just like a fluid
And sew you up to proportion
Asymmetry
A perfection perfect
A simulation of your touch and totem
Nothing left to say or pretend
She’s the screen bee
She’s the queen of the dammed
My proletariat love illusion
A lottery for the scammed
Drink me
I’m your victory sin
Operations of the soul-less, shallow
Kissing never on the lips
Seemingly
To suspend in the air
Mauled and beaten in the streets below us
Weather patterns shifting the sands
Porn creep
Supporting actress
Draw me further from the pale disorder
Escape into the trees again
We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness
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10. |
The Purge
04:11
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‘The Purge’
Once again you light the torch
Poise the motions through the high
Drag the torture past the horse
Like the comets in the sky
The world is ugly as the whore
Morosely mirrored in your mind
Arrange the patterns
Décor the court
Haunt the windows
Pull the blinds
Reprieved, remain, revive
Reprieved, remain, revive
The hairs are weather
The skin is claimed
Cut the ribbons in her name
Another noticed is another lost
In the river
Around the block
Pass the movies
Among the cars
Another singer sings your song
The winds are buried
Behind the wall
Raised, erected
Watch it fall
Reprieved, remain, revive
Reprieved, remain, revive
Scare yourself straight
You purge the violence
To fill the silence
Waiting to find yourself alone again
Wrists are tethered to the vines
The wheels of consequential kinds
Erase the moments you leave inside
Cut the mother
Cut the eyes
Torches flicker
Threaten the dark
Sordid cities
Pierce the tar
Smoke and cherry coloured hearts
Waste in buckets
Counting hours
Reprieved, remain, revive
Reprieved, remain, revive
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11. |
The Rue of the Chainsaw
03:53
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Donna is a muse
Her mind is made up
Of collected bits
Twisted iron, I once eclipsed
As I am but a thief
For I knew the story
Long before we spoke
And cheated ourselves
Grew up in the Spring
Of bought and sold emotions
Between our teeth
We destroyed the hours
But we were so alive
And there our love was destined
To collapse and fall
Under the weight of ourselves
So you say goodnight
Goodnight
Sweet Donna
Remove the spell
The spell off the night
Prima Donna blues
And my eyes have lifted
Nothing left in blurs
Through my sight
Funny how the way
The ones you’ve once hunted
Become the trees
On the path you’ve lost
Now I’m swinging with my pills
At the end of that rope
Charcoal dust collects
Can you hear me sigh?
Saw us through those fires
And your cooling liquid
Suffers in your throat
To forget the past
So you say goodnight
Goodnight
Sweet Donna
Remove the spell
The spell off the night
Lonely are the winds
Crystal dust of Winter
Often I would be
The robot man
Standing on the edge
Of our new silence
Angel white winds
I can hear nothing else
The psyche of my sleaze
Drags behind my body
Looking like the dreams
Of someone else
Whenever we will meet
There it stirs a torture
Drew me among the streets
As the thief is now robbed
So you say goodnight
Goodnight
Sweet Donna
Remove the spell
The spell off the night
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12. |
Aerialisms
04:10
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13. |
Last Serpents
04:54
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‘Last Serpents’
Alight
In perfumes
In angelic worship tones
Pale public pyre
The blackened pitch
A human animal is burned
Our little child wants to be
Alive
Diffused
In the three dimensional
The soughing trees will sway
Through the wind
Like the murmurs through the crowd
Our little fire wants to be
Like sad sermons always soothe the pain away
Like holding hands in a wooden church we’ll sing
Those sad sermons always drain the colouring
Hold the note for long as you will breathe
To be free, to be free, to be free
Alike
The womb
A temporary place to hide
Angered under
Metropolis
The pulse along the spine
Our little child wants to see
The life
The fruit
Your extensions to the light
The tapered twilight
Of the gathering night
A million different rhymes
Our little fire wants to eat
Like sad sermons always soothe the pain away
Like holding hands in a wooden church we’ll sing
Those sad sermons always drain the colouring
Hold the note for long as you will breathe
To be free, to be free, to be free
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Drums -
Drew Land
Everything Else -
Sean Douglas
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