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Spring Summer Railway
06:09
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You have gone to a place-name
I am watching the roofs
Of the small buildings
That move along the windows
And the walls of a train
I take the spring summer railway
Into the east of southern north
Where the smell of
All the actions I’ve performed
Will be removed by the sun
Take up light
And wash yourself
Take up light
And wash yourself
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
I am leaving on the Tuesday
You will see me on the fifth
When the light dust
That has settled on my arms
Has been removed by the rain
But I don’t see the need for water
It has never made me clean
Like the light that moves along
The windows of a train
In the day
Take up light
And wash yourself
Take up light
And wash yourself
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
There are patches of time that come loose
And drift amongst the rest of life
And if you are able to occasionally climb aboard
You’re one of the lucky ones
And then, perhaps, if so inclined and able, you will try
To make something out of the experience
A poem, a picture, a song, or a book
Or something else of that kind
But instead
Take up light
And wash yourself
Take up light
And wash yourself
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
On the spring summer railway
On spring summer rail
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Castles in Spain
06:22
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Formica tables that reflect the polish
Of slim buttocks that behave as though
They slid easily across the surface
Will, when one stage removed
Reflect the many things
That are represented
By your burning cheeks
And you always knew
That, when seen up close
Chiffon is
A chafing, rigid mess
You always knew
That, when seen up close
Chiffon is
A chafing, rigid mess
A rigid mess
Falsehood has come define perfection
Can this be right? Can this be right?
Like Radcliffe, like Franco
Castles in Spain, castles in Spain
Gazelle legs have tripped
Before your eyes
For many a year now
They have come to be defined
By the distance between you and them
You have come to the conclusion
That this was always the point of such things
Being presented to you in the first place
And, as such
You are seeing them now
As they actually are
A gingham table cloth
Could be the surface
That you catch hold of
But you are seeing them now
As they actually are
A sarabanding peasant, a Dutch girl in socks
A Frenchman in a monkey costume
A woman in a horse cage, a woman in a bird cage
Castles in Spain, castles in Spain
Falsehood has come define perfection
Can this be right? Can this be right?
Like Radcliffe or like Franco
Castles in Spain, castles in Spain
A sarabanding peasant, a Dutch girl in socks
A Frenchman in a monkey costume,
A woman in a horse cage, a woman in a bird cage, a woman in a horse cage
Castles in Spain, castles in Spain
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Bobby Shafto
05:07
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He is not secure in this world
Anymore
And if he grips too tightly
He could very easily fall
But it’s not a case of clinging
To his own little place
It is all that is outside
That he must take up arms against
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
He doesn’t need to know
What I have done
He doesn’t need to understand
The poor lost and little one
There is no need for him to reject
The manner of his birth
I will always be ahead of him
I will always get there first
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
Mary had a little lamb
His name was Bobby Shafto
Little Lamby went to sea
Adrift upon a raft-o
Bobby fell into the waves
They drowned the woolly fellow
The last thing that was seen of him
His hair, so curly and yellow
I am his superior and he is my inferior
He is the interior and I am the exterior
The last thing that was seen of him
His hair, so curly and yellow
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4. |
Kill Your Friends
05:22
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Don’t listen to me
It will happen all over again
Don’t listen to me
It will happen all over again
Like a little breeze
Like a pleasant disease
Don’t listen to me
The world’s gone angry
Don’t listen to me
It’s that bad taste again
That old, familiar smell
That little glimpse of Hell
The only thing for you to do
Is to kill your friends
Kill your friends
Kill your friends, kill your friends
Kill your friends
Don’t listen to me
I will only let you down
Don’t listen to me
I will only let you down
Like a small statuette
Of Marie Antoinette
The only thing left for you to do
Is to kill your friends
Kill your friends
Kill your friends, kill your friends
Kill your friends
Kill all of your friends
Kill all of your friends
Kill all of your friends
Kill your friends, kill your friends
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Hasty Bastard
04:54
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Once I met a man
He was walking awkwardly around
His dog-leg turns
And the diction of his hatred
Impressed me
While his telescopic wisdom
And remaining actions
Distressed me
In any selection of events
He would always find the best
And in the event of fire
He just grew through the hardware
Hasty bastard
He was trying to find
That which eventually comes right
So with bland indifference
He fed me up
And stuffed me into a greasy oven
Saying, “should there ever be
A shortage of some kind
I’ll have it covered
And should there ever be a need
It will be smothered”
But in the resulting fire
I just grew through the hardware
Hasty bastard
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There was chaos
At the listening post
In the Virgin Megastore
The headphones fell
In two unequal parts
He almost took off her ear
When he went to work, he stayed at work
When he went home, he stayed at home
He cherished his memories
Until they fell apart
His words would not stick to the pages
His cheeks would flush
As he travelled on cold mornings
And stared at the breasts of strangers
When he went to work, he stayed at work
When he went home, he stayed at home
He bought a coat
That didn’t cover him
And shoes that were far too thin
The things he bought from Argos
He referred to as ‘products’
And it was some of these that did him in
When he went to work, he stayed at work
When he went home, he stayed at home
Somewhere in a part
Of a part of a city
A television stands in a flat
There is a chair
That points directly at it
And a still young man sits in that
When he went to work, he stayed at work
When he went home, he stayed at home
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7. |
White Love
02:17
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My lives are like those of Plutarch
In other words, they are not my own
Brimming with white love
I bite them and watch them spoil
I spend special attention
On a twisted, acceptable life
An empty, burning love for others
Amongst the smell of kebabs
I will find an end to it
By lining up the animals
Multiples count each other out
In convenient, established forms
There is no further action to be taken
I’ll appear in December, unconcerned
At how they gather about your coat-tails
Fluttering in a chalky way
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Dominic Song
06:49
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And you were sometimes cruel
And what you said was sometimes true
You walked in white
And brown was the colour that I wore
And I never even met your wife
You moved into a different life
But not so long ago
We played dominoes
And I was sometimes cruel
And what I said was sometimes true
You walked in white
And brown was the colour that I wore
And I never even met your wife
You moved into a different life
But not so long ago
We played dominoes
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Naevus London, UK
Lloyd James: voice, guitar. Ben McLees: bass. Hunter Barr: drums. Sam Astley: guitar.
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