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Eden
04:15
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Slopped down from Eden
Oh, you slopped right down from Eden
Yes, you slopped down from Eden
I can see by the look in your eyes
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Soil and Soil Alike
04:53
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A morsel of fresh earth upon the lips of the dead
Which stimulates and yet eludes my fear
Is placed with care and comfort as I occupy this bed
And everything around is far and near
I’m earnest in disease
I celebrate my needs
You’re seeking to assist
In things that will be noticed
Mistakes are made that life is what I should be reaching for
Such thoughts dissolve into the earth
But earth and dirt and soil and soil alike may share rapport
And illness and its stillness give me birth
I’m earnest in disease
I celebrate my needs
You’re seeking to make clear
The things that bring me fear
As pleasant as the blood which springs from unattended wounds
Your words revive my needs as I unfold
My body out upon the slab with such a graceful swoon
To still my beating heart, to make it bold
I’m earnest in disease
I celebrate my needs
You’re seeking to assist
In things that will be noticed
The earth, I feel it surge and swell itself without these walls
And find my body lying in the garden
And further still, into the earth, but back there in the hall
You move and movements always are forgotten
I’m earnest in disease
I celebrate my needs
You’re seeking to make clear
The things that bring me fear
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3. |
Off-White Life
03:59
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A spark of misery sends me off
Ruptured mud, full
Buoyed up by resentful life
Your fucked-up clues inflame me
Rented almighty
Caked in silver
Fumbled upward
Minted daily
Itching with a nausea for others
Served up, greased up, straining
I spit me out, spit me out
I spit me out, spit me out
I’m an arm and a leg
Many times many, many were spent
Speaking with lesser oracles than you
So why then now do you find me so urgent?
And I thought I’d found my lesson
Rented almighty
Caked in silver
Fumbled upward
Minted daily
Itching with a nausea for others
Served up, greased up, straining
I spit me out, spit me out
I spit me out, spit me out
I’m an arm and a leg
Rented almighty
Caked in silver
Fumbled upward
Minted daily
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4. |
The Steep Face
04:37
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Is this too far removed from nature?
Is nature far removed from what is really there?
I fold a crease across your landscape
Now it cannot be rolled
You derive your distance from an ancient trick
Quickly described
Like a thin, limp bough soft behind the rain
And far out past cement-flecked glass
Like ripped vision, excitement of the mind
Setting the heart aquiver
Almost making the body flake
I speak to myself and the flora creeps in
But later it’s fought for, smothered indoors
Muffled again by cloth and underpinned by mould
And cracked like the paint that trims it
Artificial, stinking snowflake uncomfortably rucked
To clear or to clog?
The sharp but distant tang of wet brambles
Eating into your presence with soft, black teeth
What did you hope to learn? Modernity?
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5. |
Wrong
05:05
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Well, I knew that there would come a point
Where I’d see myself as something more
And what did I expect to find
But bitterness within?
And for you it was just distraction
You taught yourself another rule
To govern vicious impulse
And to lead yourself away
And I know I’m no kind of leader
I’m more the kind that just falls short
Through laziness or sheer remorse
Through a burning lack of desire
I invert this into everything
Brought to bear and only able
To acknowledge what I fail to see
I fail to see at all
So I am wrong
So you reside now in intervention
I try to reach through the layers of
My own self reverence, to come to some
New point of revelation
That doesn’t just pass, forgotten
With the host of tawdry, daily miracles
That afflict me still
Afflict me still the same
And for you it was just distraction
An unreminder rinsing off
The silly whims of every other day
That passed unreformed
A gloss for my intuition
Because you know that there is really
Nothing they can tell you
There is nothing there at all
So I am wrong
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6. |
The Mill
04:34
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Pinched in at the middle
Her small frame smiled out
But lost in suspicion
I failed to grasp it
Her word was an umbrella
It had me on its point
Her stroke was euthanasia
It swept me up in its charity
My helpers came
I didn't recognise them
They gathered about me
I shrugged them all off
Your sides are splitting
As you fall to the floor
I summarise my hatreds
And leave
I cloud over
And feel with the edges of my hands
The beige kernel
The man-made husk
Chafing all around me
It funnels me out
And sorely I’m let
Reeling
As I spit through the mists
I know that you fall away
You’re watching me punish
My body for its own issue
I want you to look
At my back as I walk
I want you to know
The crook of my knees
I don’t want to turn
I don’t want to face you
Because I know if I turn
Then I will turn on you
And this was a haven
And this was a lie
The hangings were yellow
And small in my life
And I don’t like to think this
And I don’t want to say
And I’ll wrap it in something
And I’ll send it away
And it will be received
By a poor, distant fool
Who will wrap it all up
With weak, weak lies
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Hit the Squeeze-Box
05:40
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Hit the squeeze-box
Some malady
Comes trailing down the staircase
Seep through shoes
The costume is hot
But it almost fits
Studded green
Leather chair
Fails to enfold
Elephantine
Alas, a lack
Is all I have
To bargain, to brain you
You are dismissed
Touch it in dreams
It may yet seek you out
Oh, believe me
I've sinned against you all
Every last one
Of you
Slipped in heat
Passed upon disgust
Driven to arms
In flecks of mischief
In specks of solid doubt
Hard and fast
Cast me from the sheets
Lobes of meat
Of lost deceit
Truffles of heartache
To be savoured on occasion
Staked out
Doffed in splendid boredom
Leaked from the body
In desire
Worse or better
Can scarce occur at all
Between them
They’ve seen it all
But can they speak?
No, they choke
And cough days away
In depreciation
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Mother, I'm Texture
04:56
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You saw my flight in the hallway
I saw your face on the stairs
I tried to be your son
I tried to be wholesome
But nature has never been fair
I was the man whom the trees loved
Digging through dust for a book
But now I’ve been caught for
Rappaccini’s daughter
She’s wiping the bait from the hook
Mother, I’m texture
I'm righting men wrecks her
Mother, I’m born many brood
Mother, I’m yawning
I slide on your morning
I chide and deride me your food
I know that you won’t understand this
But listen, I’ll try to explain
With poor imitations
And weak demonstrations
Why my friends all smell the same
The turkey-neck reeks in your kitchen
Your children are bound to complain
They sing in the toilet
While you stand and boil it
It’s aural, it’s nasal, it’s pain
Mother, I’m texture
I'm righting men wrecks her
Mother, I’m born many brood
Mother, I’m yawning
I slide on your morning
I chide and deride me your food
Now that I’ve spent all my sources
The drooling, the moth-like are gone
I’ll find a new place
For Lowly Worm shoelace
If that is what pushes me on
Mother, I’m texture
I'm righting men wrecks her
Mother, I’m born many brood
Mother, I’m yawning
I slide on your morning
I chide and deride me your food
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9. |
No, Remember
03:12
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On my way to die
I laughed on the only breast
Alight with no continence
Nothing grown or known
How cool the breeze that licked my arms!
How quick my step!
Trees that lived in autumn winds
Wilting through my mind
My limbs were hanging wilfully
Unfastened from that page
Curled into and yet away
From the animal breath
On my way to die
I laughed on the only breast
Never was there message
Only was there fact
A different kind of diagram
Sealed with exclusion
Now support my need
Living uncontained
My form, it leaks all kinds of things
I scent every lack
To pride and to origin
I once again repair
To leaves and to earth
In some traditional sense
Never was there message
Only was there fact
But no, remember
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10. |
Water's Work
03:57
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There is no real movement
Temperature is everything
Rising blindly
Through a scale
One body can drip
Onto the other
Be careful
I will do water’s work
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Naevus London, UK
Lloyd James: voice, guitar. Ben McLees: bass. Hunter Barr: drums. Sam Astley: guitar.
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