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Man in a Ditch
04:26
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When he fell into the welcoming ditch
There was nothing beside him
When he looked up at the grey, drizzled sky
There was nothing that could have reminded him
When he tried to account for his position
His actions displaced him
When he sought to describe his location
His interests erased him
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Idiots (Let Me In)
02:47
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Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
Diagonally across the street
Without control of their faculties
Spending your time and mine
All over the street
Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
Filling up the shop
Dissatisfied with their lot
They just don’t get it
They just don’t get it
Let me in
Let me in
Let me in
They don’t know left from right
They don’t know right from wrong
They don’t know anything
They don’t know this song
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Bleat Beep
03:34
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The roaring in your mind roars on
The pennies in your pocket have gone
The sense of well-being that your system neglected
Alights instead upon a distance, well-protected
What do you see in an instant?
Images of bodies that your mind kept
What did you feel when your nerve went?
Actions that remained unrepentantly repentant
Bleat, beep
What did you cut out from behind the glass?
Nothing, of course
You go out to the old mine shaft
At Cemetery Tropicana
You look up and it all ends suddenly at the sky
What is it that defies revision?
Words and a simple movement
What was it that you heard behind Joy Division?
Just a simple movement
A simple, human movement
Bleat, beep
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4. |
Making Hay
05:03
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When the world was younger
And things lasted for longer
There were several children on their way
They paused by the brook
And lazily they looked
At the workers in the fields making hay
Some did not to continue
When the rest of their retinue
Journeyed home for repast
And their youthful curiosity
Knew not what the cost would be
Of helping the workers in their task
That was the beginning
Of all of those songs you’ve been singing
That was the start
Of your incessant craving for Art
For Art
When the sun was setting
And the children saw it was getting
Too dark to enjoy their activity
They bade farewell to the workers
And planned to head homewards
But the they found themselves angrily encircled
The workers did not
Want to be left to their lot
And so blocked the free passage of youth
And so not wanting to fight
The children worked through the night
And became acquainted with the truth
That was the beginning
Of all of those songs you’ve been singing
That was the start
Of your incessant craving for art
Language grew rough and instructional
Actions became swift and functional
Muscles and sinews grew hard
Dominating head and heart
And so the world grew older
And Man became ever bolder
And still now to this day
Children out walking
Are inevitably lured in
By the sight of workers making hay
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The Stomach
03:43
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How much more of this
Can you be expected to take?
For how much longer should you be
Prepared to wait?
How much longer?
How far from your stated aims
Have you been taken away?
And how long will it take to find
A buyer for those theories that you make?
How much longer?
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Song in Suspension
06:22
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Your bunker is high
Never mind, never mind
They fall at your feet
Never mind, never mind
Chemicals in your bloodstream
Never mind, never mind
People in your streets
Never mind, never mind
It’s only science
Never mind, never mind
Controlled intake
Never mind, never mind
But who will fight this fight that you fight?
Who will fight that fight that you fought?
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Hobo Placing
05:07
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Bad Night?
No new dimension
Impersonators nowhere to be found
But what is to be expected?
Nothing to smash
But should you be in the mood
There will be plenty of glass there
And typhoons of thought
Each one could envelop
Something one degree greater than itself
Until there is nothing left to say
Nothing to see here
Cross the road carefully
Abstract things
Still threaten on the horizon
Tasks can be apportioned
But the layers of your privilege will rot away
And so expose the pain that we feel
At being given tasks to do
We dare you to refuse
Just as we will
When given anything resembling an opportunity
Heated loser laughing
Neglected winners pissing
Vomiting prawns down their vests
These are the outcomes
Of my thought-marathon
Contestants: I’m sorry!
I tried not to beleaguer you
But I did it all the same
Small lists recede
Left well behind
Dotted expeditions
Multiplying excavations
So many things to write
So many things not to write
And nothing in-between
When they are looming straight up at you
When springs are curling deftly beneath you
It could all go wrong
Do not limit your wishes
Men need their tonic
You have never been so lucky
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Donkey's Trough
05:41
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Pigeons taking dusty baths
Donkeys kicking flies
Animals on the righteous path
That animals decry
Defaming and demoting us
They lift us to their place
At the table of their lust
Afraid of losing face
Scarlet flowers across the breast
Silk down to the hem
Torn to tatters in the mess
Of brawling bar-room men
A shot of whiskey on the grass
Takes me way back when
Playing cricket on the lawn
Wringing the necks of hens
People laughing, people fall
Guts all torn up rough
Dragging teeth right through your skin
Lying in the donkey’s trough
Kicking all the children down
From the branches of the tallest trees
So much fun in the summertime
They land and break their knees
Can you see the buildings fall
They’re landing at your feet
Slates are falling from the roofs
I catch them in my teeth
I’m just passing on my way
I’ll see you sometime soon
You’ll recognise me on that day
Wearing the skin of some raccoon
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Induction by judgemental herd speaks nothing
Don’t spoon it out, then, onto stupid wood
All manner is wasted
Possess it away from what they all leave,
Away from that
It’s no spillage for bleary-armed whores
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Naevus London, UK
Lloyd James: voice, guitar. Ben McLees: bass. Hunter Barr: drums. Sam Astley: guitar.
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