1. |
Figures of Light
05:36
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What could I make to fit the shape
To occupy the void you leave inside
What could we find to scan the sky
And stir the waves of early radios
These slate grey eyes are occupied
The vacant daydreams of a backseat child
The freezing stare as breath decays
And mists its final windowpane
Terror can’t touch me now
Horror come hide my bones
A day too late, but still too late
No words now qualify to say
How waves of joy have washed away
All logic now to re-resume
As sorrow moves around the room
One hundred yards
Too separate from
One hundred yards
Her feelings stood the test of time
His words are empty as are mine
Are we safely alone in this night
To talk ourselves tired
In the heat of the smoke and the fire
Please let it be now
Of the dark lacking light
Of this form without space
After the crash and the flames and the flood
We see god in ourselves
I am become death
I am become light
Eighteen becomes twenty-two
I am become you
Empty and solid
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2. |
Years Out
05:48
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A rarefied game
That has nothing to do with anything
A violent wave that gathers pace
And wipes out names in its wake
Strength was a costume
A patience charade
Making things okay that shouldn’t be
So peel back the layers
Keep asking questions
New skin hurts every time
Never mistake patience for strength
Your mind will waste away
Safe and cocooned
Serenity: repression’s other face
Remember the names
Of everyone to whom you owe your place
Remember the names
This is the work
This is the only way
Was there ever a body or soul
To live within or stand apart from
We are the rocks
We are the rivers
We glide through sealed circuits
All that you see and you say
Animate
The water, your words
All that you see and you say
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3. |
Recurring
04:37
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4. |
Errata
05:01
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These spiral sentiments
They tessellate the spectrum of happiness
It’s not what you’d expect
Rectify mistakes
Make good on promises
Commit with best intent
To manifest the spectrum of happiness
We live in denial and sleep with the light on
Seek answers in shadows, meters and dials
We live in denial
The spectrum of happiness
It’s not what you’d expect
Hypnotised
You bring your own noise
Slow turn, then a step
Now stumbling into blanks
Sleep hums like a drug
Just not one I’ve tasted
And this trembling falsetto breaks and cascades
The mind leaves the skin
And the thoughts swell and bloom like a bruise
And I don’t trust my own arms
They’re no reflection of me
For lies read light
I fall home, while it lasts
Each day more things are gone
And I don’t trust my own arms
They’re no reflection of me
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5. |
Exercise in Memory
06:47
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I’m telling the truth
Just look in my eye
I waltz you to sleep and whisper goodnight
It’s not what you have
It’s what you can give
Some hearts grow too full the longer they live
Strike up a meaningful conversation
With everyone that you love
Strike up a meaningful conversation
And try to take hold
The nicotine rush
The bottle of wine
The view from outside looks different this time
One cherished soul is haunting the room
She waltzes the floor in the light of the moon
Strike up a meaningful conversation
With everyone that you love
Strike up a meaningful conversation
And try to take hold
Ungrateful occupier
Of places that staged our happiest times
A raised glass
And the rest you can burn
Each day less of your light comes inside
If this door was a cliff edge then I over I go
These walls are a canvas
The base for a language that only I know
But this is my anchor
This is my keep
Only I know
I’ll expire
And the dress you can burn
Each drink finds a new, darker place it can hide
If this building’s a bonfire
Then I am the match
These walls are a problem
The base for a language only I know
But this is my anchor
This is my keep
Only I know
Only you
Let me take hold
I can’t be there
But I’ll find a way out
I’ll find a way
And I’ll look for you
Take hold
I was a failure
They come and go
Faces shapes and smiles
From room to room
Dear to me
Meaningless to you
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6. |
Every Dark
04:55
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Bury your head
And access every dark you painted right
With the kind of light you couldn’t buy
You couldn’t find
Burrow your escape
To highlight just how deep you excavate
But the senses fail
And only halfway to the house, I fell
Dial on eleven
Pushed so loud I felt a deafness in my eyes
Standing as I am
To rot and cast some overwhelming blight
Too full on misdirected hard labour
Too empty to savour
The toes fall off and the teeth fall out
And only halfway to the house, I fell
Dial on eleven
Pushed so loud I felt a deafness in my eyes
Is it too weak to leave behind… everything?
I took two steps without my sight
My final steps
I don’t suppose it’s too much
To take some time to think about time
Silent and breathlessly stretched
The cold and the dark of the wilderness night
And only halfway to the house, I fell
(Motion out of time)
Dial on eleven
Pushed so loud I felt a deafness in my eyes
Is it too weak to leave behind… everything?
(Motion out of time)
I took two steps without my sight
My final steps
I only walked this plank
Someone else had built it for me
(Always in motion out of time)
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7. |
Meeting at Distance
05:54
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The ceremony waits
We realised too late
Listen for a voice
The necessary part
Everything is light
The ceremony waits
Old terrors and despairs
The gestures of the dead
Everything unlearned
In learning to forget
And when we reach the end
(A fear of permanence)
Turn back and go again
(This sinking)
You call I’ll follow
(Alignment, obligation)
We meet at distance
(A fear of permanence)
Oh anywhere, oh anytime, oh catch our breath
I see sharp colours form before me
Becoming nothing but myself
I’m growing smaller, shedding keepsakes
Going out backwards
Coming back clean
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Biff, Oli, Draper, Beal, Jim.
Five voices, 2 guitars, 2 basses and a drum kit.
We make a racket.
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