1. |
Born Ticking
05:06
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here my brothers my children
my every namesake
extending thru time
and to all overgrown
my universe to disown
my universe to disown
reaping that sown by
neural transvestites
amplified thru glass
and louder than nothing
broken and jagged
tearing the throat
all fusion no spirit
commercial not spin it
like some grey instalment
forsaking the forsaken
a few from bottom up and
rows of pews before a cup
that holds some elixir
some nasty spirit mixer
drunk in the church
so far has it come
so deep has it sunk
and buried beneath
all the crap and the junk
that funnelled itself
from the sky since the start
into the mouth of the babe freshly bawling
born ticking
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2. |
Instrumental 1
03:36
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3. |
Money
02:28
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money
use me for this one
use me for that
use for the useless
on the soaked alley sat
with a soaked alley cat
use his face for a mat
give this tit take this tat
poison your rats
use all the numbers
use what logic you got
it's not useful its wasteful
i want not your mortal rot
tell me
what use are you now
money
wont buy my silence
tell me
what use is your talk
sniff this one sniff that
go with your gut
useless in hazes of smoke and of smut
treading a line
a long white line
im feeling so fine
my self is all mine
thy kingdom is thine
what use is time
shoot up shoot up shawop shabop...
money
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4. |
Vibrations
04:15
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It’s a Thursday, you are preparing for the day’s work, brushing your teeth and washing your skin to appear and feel at least presentable following the bluntness of waking. At some point during the walk from the front door of where you live to the bus stop where you catch a numbered bus that takes you to the underground station you feel a slight vibration at your ear, a dragonfly or a colourful moth or some vibrant insect vibrating near the the tender skin surrounding your eardrum, the vibrations causing furtive shivers throughout your body in response to the slightest breeze, you wave briefly to a neighbor, continuing towards the bus stop not entirely realizing that you are swatting at the vibration, almost inadvertently, with the speed and precision of catfish darting in water, you grow frustrated as your attempts at violence increase in vigor and failure, the insect evades you, you’re whole body shudders at the touch of a nearby hedge, a pedestrian shows brief concern, your thoughts of the people in your life, your inadequacies, your distractions are eclipsed by the thought of thousands of legs on hundreds of insects, your skin begins to crawl indefinitely, you pass what looks like the local park in the fervor of the morning semi-suburb and the worsening malaise of vibrations, you have entered the park without realizing, a second insect is intrigued by your ear it seems unless the first one has become more excitable or its vibrations have somehow become more present to you, you see trees and ponds, you see movement throughout the water, you cannot tell its cause, you hear rustles in every tree, you see each leaf moving fractional distances and back again, you sit at a bench near the water exhausted beneath the weight of the noise of it all, you have removed your clothes, there seemed no other choice, winged vibrations are surrounding your head and you become increasingly aware of miniscule movements of miniscule legs racing around your bare neck and chest, approaching your midriff and lower back, you find yourself in the water, it doesn’t matter and you are desperate, the water must rid you of this you believe, the clarity of it, you submerge your head, you are met with a new kind of confusion, warbled low resonances deafening in volume, you open your eyes and can make out in the gloom of the pond immaculate darkness composed of infinite movements and tiny flashes of light occurring hundreds, now thousands, now millions of times by the second
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5. |
Limit to Forgiveness
03:47
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ominous cloud
creeping thru the curtain and between
two perfect holes
sitting where my brain should be
bats at night
in hidden corners shrouded by the deep noise in the dark
the cries are lean
and i'm feeling mean
tonight
disembodied heads
falling from some righteous neck
and yes there are more faces
than there are people with me now
there's a limit to forgiveness and
I found mine in a reflection
lamplit london fading from
behind the public glass
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6. |
Instrumental 2
01:32
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7. |
As I Know It
03:20
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as i know it
it's a bang bang drum
pulling ever upwards like a child when it's sunk
pushed into the pool by some inimical friend
lights twisted in water and closing in fast
as i know it
it's an underground station
blurred faces striving for a little admittance
willing some gate to lurch itself open
lurch itself open and reveal what's inside
as i know it
it's a seasick giraffe
no trees in the sea just unsteady deck
pinheaded sailors cavort in their language
one ship in a largeness all gleaming and blue
as i know it
it's dust under the couch
lurking unnoticed til it's too fucking late
the sound of the vacuum the hum roar and suck
the unfathomable noise ridding fabric of muck
as i know it
it's a tin of old paint
bubble and curdle so love-like in death
a black and white picture of somebody's day out
eating sandwiches and riding a merry go round
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8. |
Instant Moonlight
04:09
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you didn't ask to be born
you take your drugs and your variations of porn
you're a myth just waiting to happen
but every day a part of you feel shattered
institutions, disillusions
instant moonlight in the eyes of a child
disappearing, disappearing
instant moonlight in the eyes of a child
you sprawl with a cigarette in your hand
you can forget about your promised land
and you love with all of your brain
you spend your summers in the windows of trains
institutions, disillusions
instant moonlight in the eyes of a child
disappearing, disappearing
instant moonlight dying and wild
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9. |
Nightime Rider
03:01
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call me the nightime rider
for whom the moon does shine
and it's goodbye to the beasts i tamed
in this old home of mine
fight me in the boxcar
or any kind of train
pierce me with your iron tooth
and i will feel no pain
a dream that was not spoken for too long
nothing was strange
and everything was wrong
when i was a child i constructed
from tins and rubber bands
a shiny raft to float in
and i still got the scars on my hands
nothing is really different
these thoughts still fall like rain
always just some fiction
but nothing really seems the same
a dream that was not spoken for too long
nothing was strange
and everything was wrong
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Memorials of Distinction London, UK
Record Label.
Spewing morbid noise out into the void.
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