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The Wall in the Sun
04:33
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How is your determination doing?
I didn’t see the things you were selling
You ran through, head down
And spiralled into your body
Between the white and red blood cells
How has that been? Are they concrete yet?
Did any opportunity resolve itself beyond debt?
And no, I cannot spare anything
Or, truth be told, I could, but won’t
But what is spare anyway?
Everything ultimately loses itself
Into the same old chain
As everything else
And I would like to pit my fragile conscience
Against my fragile sense of determination
And if death is not the end then it's a waste of time
Dependent upon how we each respectively choose
To view it
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Dead Man Circling
04:58
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He lacked the way
Pre-emptive grave
Found use for things
That we could never say
He harboured grief
Had neither branch nor leaf
Was eaten up by animals
And there he found relief
He stuttered hard
Collapsed into your car
Partly in the footwell
Partly out the door, ajar
He then stayed silent
Reputed to be violent
Scraped, ignored and so on
Face resting on the pavement
Car keys, passenger seat
Dead man circling
Handbrake, indicate
Dead man circling
He represented haste
And misused waste
And all the other fleeting things
That people failed to taste
He was always vaguely flailing
And very quietly railing
Against the things that are left behind
By us, the never failing
He comes up short
Always lacking retort
Then slumps again into the stance
That we would never court
He’s found always sideways
And sinking beneath most days
A mess of rags and fallen flags
Well beneath your gaze
Safety lock, check the clock
Dead man circling
Seat belt, tremor felt
Dead man circling
He has a shave
And crawls out from his grave
And sits up straight in the driver’s seat
So easily saved
You turn your back
And do not once look back
And soon enough just two small steps
Will put you on track
You lift a leg
To kick him back to bed
Then hesitate and move away
He is already dead
He slips into your skin
And flexes within
And very soon in unity
You both continue in
Intuition, ignition
Dead man circling
Shiver, mirror
Dead man circling
Seat position, penetration
Dead man circling
Emergency stop, dead drop
Dead man circling
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Abacus
03:36
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The world does not add up
In the drawer beneath the screen
The papers slip to dream
They jar and fall not far
Remaining to be seen
Everybody falls
You crawl
One distended drawl
Not there at all
The world does not add up
Psychoactive
Not reductive
Flowerbeds, fallen heads
A future market dead
I pick my way around
The shallow bay
I cannot hear
The several things you say
The world does not add up
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Heart Fell Foul
03:01
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I was walking in the morning
But the heart fell foul
I was rolling in the evening
But the heart fell foul
I was talking, I was roaring
And the heart fell foul
I was seeing, not believing
When the heart fell foul
I had emotions in my employ
But the heart fell foul
I had something I could enjoy
But the heart fell foul
I tied up ends that were never loose
But the heart fell foul
I enjoyed the calculation
Spoke to Carlos Castaneda
But the heart fell foul
I sank my teeth in further
But the heart fell foul
Days wandered away
And the heart fell foul
You ran to the edge of the continent
But the heart fell foul
Was I pulling at a shoelace
As the heart fell foul?
Did I see beneath your wet face
As the heart fell foul?
I called for cards and missing shards
As the heart fell foul
You preferred to feed the senses
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Aria/Acqua
04:47
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Hello, meek mortal
I've come to unblock your portal
Meat from my finger
Rising from the mire
Try to pick a way through
All those things that you used to do
Try to greet an unwholesome night
As though it were some form of respite
Say what’s plain sailing
And waive what’s remaining
I don’t know anyone on the telephone
Anymore
Thirsty and moreish
A soft, systemic breeze
Did it cut you deep
Or did it leave you free?
I'm changing
I was always there
Close your head
To the living and the dead
Wash your exoskeleton
And watch my exultation
Something to see your clothes through
Or something that you used to do
Remain apart
In your cloistered heart
Pull back the sheet
I'm changing
I was always there
I was always changing
I was always there
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Curses
05:58
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Got to learn to let things age a bit
Do the crossword on the bus
Doubt the trouble
Find a way to cross-parse
Wretched brass sections
And cursed misdirections
What was their scrawl?
Pay out with a growl
Five cups of sleety tea lie fallow
Nervous of connections
Odour of hair
Surpassed disgust
Strain hard to focus the eyes
Your search engine failed
Your book was too small
Smells like a fisherman’s spare net
The afternoon sun
The wastrel
Follow buses
Buses and cars
Lift that dowdy angle
That lavender disgrace
That holy exit
That next other thing
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The Pit
04:13
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Your days of abundance are numbered
The price of forfeit of slumber
You’ve ignored this for too long
You’ve ignored all those calls up to arms
And as you creep
From folds of debilitating sleep
You will land on your hand
You will cry again, my friend
Your days of abundance are numbered
Into the pit you have blundered
And you saw the things that we once were
All gathered up at your behind
And then you find in time
That this could be a place
In which you could act in fact
That you might die again, my friend
Your days of abundance are numbered
You’re no longer encumbered
Insects crawl around outside
Then fly into the sun
The objects abide and then in time
You will realise that this is the end
And that you’re dead in the head
And you can’t die again, my friend
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Odour
04:22
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You were always so unkind
Deliberately blind
Locked into your pain
Into spiteful rage
With no conscience there to find
You’re shut inside your room
Remote presence, remote fools
I have done what they do
I cannot look at you
But you won’t last forever
You won’t last
I’m climbing down the stairs
I feel sunshine in my hair
I was never strong
But my day is long
And I’ve something to declare
You won’t last forever
You won’t last
I’ll burn your house down
With all of your neighbours and their odours inside
I’ll cut your mast down
With your energy within
You won’t last forever
You won’t last
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9. |
Surface
04:51
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You’re a ball
Rolling along
And as you go
You do not know
Whether you accumulate
Or deteriorate
Whether you're engrained
Or sustained
Whether the pits and lines
Are scars
Or whether they are
Your true surface
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Naevus London, UK
Lloyd James: voice, guitar. Ben McLees: bass. Hunter Barr: drums. Sam Astley: guitar.
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