1. |
Panic Movement
03:30
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2. |
Cruel
03:22
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Watching as your life begins,
Next it’ll tear you limb from limb,
Next it’ll tear you limb from limb
But do not despair,
The hope is gone but no-one, claw back what you can
I was told it would bring me something beautiful
They know something we don’t know,
They know something we don’t know
So grab what you can,
'Cause no-one, no-one is there
I was told it would bring me something beautiful
Claw back all that hope that left you long ago
So let them sow their seed,
They died for fertile soil,
Their hopes on tender hooks,
They root them in the earth
There's silence in the field
Let them sow their seed,
They died for fertile soil,
Their hopes on tender hooks,
They root them in the earth
There's silence in the field
Silence in the field
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3. |
Bored
05:30
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It looked so clean, my anthropocene
Be the god that kept me slipping in
To piece together:
Weaponising / intentions hiding
Infect the gentle tongue of which dividing,
Keeping all manner close to me,
When we recall better, more than a reverie
Bubonic taste, the tongue-tied
My bloodlike heat maybe traced the coal mine beneath my feet
Lag, lag
I'm coming right back
Whether improvised or a natural stab
But the way we’re waiting, tell me why so restless?
I guess our waking may arrest the tension
Gone, these rigid slumbers
Time occurred to me later
Like bodies slipping under
While they burn all their paper
When they stop feeling, they start keeling
Replaced my maker, I best start believing
It looked so clean, the form of your speak
Swallowed every remnant offered up to me
And every misdirection:
Reminisced / remembered
In the nascent graces of eventful ventures
But it don’t matter when you sleep
You’re alone never,
Tone deafened by the weaker in me
Anorexia, at least it’s fucking cheaper
When hunger grow deeper
I make the markup steeper
When I lag, lag
I'm coming right back
And it’s improvised, mind the tasteless tact
To re-emerge and feel so pretty
It makes no sense, no relation to me
Gone, these rigid slumbers
Time occurred to me later
Like bodies slipping under
While they burn all their paper
When they stop feeling, they start keeling
Replaced my maker, I best start believing
All to bore this god I resurrected
To teach me what?
I can never test it
Fall away,
Reassess this time,
But find i never try
To hold my focus
To form
That sense
Of power
I misplaced
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4. |
Thousand Cuts
04:01
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Weathered brow, bloody knees
Through my labours I reached salvation
Worried weeps, reached our neighbours
Tired cries drew the crowd
I, through my own hand, reached down
Around and around
And into the void,
I swallow it whole
And I edge closer, and closer to the boil
Closer and closer to the boil
Over the sight
Blind, deaf and lame
All through the night
Calling my name
Eyes in the night
Staggering down
Echoes of hope
Tangled in shame
Tearing you down
Tear you apart
Go for the kill
Go for the kill
Stray to the light
Run for the hills
I don’t live for heaven, I've never lived
My pleasure, my pain, a gift to be awake
I’m losing this game, losing this game
I surrender this life and I've never been closer
I surrender this life and I've never been higher
I ran for the hills and I sat closer to God
I ran for the hills and I sat closer to God
That, that’s when my dreams go dark
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5. |
Epigraph
02:25
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6. |
Seamstress
09:01
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Breathing through your teeth once again
Hear me when i speak just before you rest:
You need only keep your eyes wide
You need only keep your eyes wide
“It's a new day, must I live never to see it?”
That's what your father told me, child
Before he left for us and for them,
For an escape that feels close in every sense,
For I'd stitch debris across boundaries
Formed by an imagined separation
For you, my child
And I'd love my neighbour whether or not they could see
And child, your father thought this foolish of me
And though I wish I'd never asked,
Seems like every outcome's cast
It's too late to think they'll keep away
I can't wait
When no more remains of myself
Forget my name
I'd kill my neighbour quick and they'd do the same to us
And child forgive me for this childish affront
And though I wish I'd never asked,
Child, I'll stitch this blanket under which we will depart
In sight, out of mind
What you hear are clouds beating the ground
Apart from every useless repentance or hurried glance towards the sky
Child, there is that something you must never leave behind
And in the atrium, embalmed in our final emancipation,
The shape of your father stood patient
With nowhere to hide
I’ll keep you between me so
No eyes on the creases that form in the folds
When cascading clouds turn our home into dust,
And destroy everything around us
Our father, who art in heaven,
Hollowed be thy name
They’ve found us
The groans ring loud,
Hear them rattle, crash and sting
In the name of self-preservation stammers a reply and sinks back inside
The instant the accused became absolved to buzz in harmony with the drole,
Forced along the labour of love, dragged through another milestone and passed along the line
May I introduce to you the birth of the indisposed martyr,
Moving from crisis to crisis, from quarrelling X to wrangling Y to arrive at low and behold
Lead us not into temptation as we cling to a dream of overwhelming desire, of immeasurable peace
Vindicated and burning,
under the watch of a wretched eye
So look and be still,
Abandon all meaning it doesn’t matter,
Surrender understanding it’s a waste of time,
Fall into careless dreaming,
A dream of redemption,
A dream of power and glory,
and open your eyes
Forever and ever,
I had a lot to explain, I had a lot to explain
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7. |
HS2
03:50
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All I saw were red hot scores on my silicon skin
Released the phone,
Inconcrete tome -
That rigid text and that gilded flesh
Over and over and over again
I like it, it's mine
Please kill my time
My sweet obsolete completes me
This daydream, hazy
And make up half my mind
In that time I'm spending forgetting why
Seen them fixtures getting nearer
Business getting bigger
Guess my city's getting sicker
Make it faster, make it quicker
Steel unwound
Cold, belabouring tone:
Confound
Skyline to skyline, itched my kitsch
Untempered mouth
When rampant meant my sleight surrender
To barely make a sound
Too loud for many
When bags are heavy
Might breakneck speed
Only when it's necessary
Repeating, repeating
Never ending
Seen them fixtures getting nearer
Business getting bigger
Guess my city's getting sicker
Make it faster, make it quicker
Every fucking time
Like the pulsing, speckled dimes on your shoulder
Flex sepsis bespoke
Semper beholder
Ever in God’s sight, the spotlight colder
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