1. |
Virile Crocodile Sweat
02:52
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This boring blood
From me it bleeds
A parting gift
Between two thieves
But when i start to revel in it
Is when it stops
We should know by now
Every word I mean
Is lifted from pop philosophy
And those I don't
Are principally
The over-nurtured kind
Why even bother placing a bet
When most of the fights are a fix
But sometimes somebody dies and we forget
It's bright as a headlight
Fragrant as freesias
Or virile animal sweat
But nobody's noticed the taste has gone just yet
It's of its time,
It's Wittgenstein
It's thinning words in turpentine
It's how the rooster makes his screeching
Both wise and kind
It's cats and monkeys
Monks and dames,
It's flipping quips from George and James
But when i start to revel in it
Is when it stops
And when i start to revel in it
Is when it stops
It's rehearsed hypotheticals
That posture as radical
And mostly the crowd's unimpressed
But sometimes somebody dies and they forget
I'm still short on charisma
Dependent on stamina
And virile crocodile sweat
But nobody's noticed the taste has gone just yet
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2. |
The Machine
03:27
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the machine is running hot
too much running on the spot
too much hurrying the work to be done on the dot
this is not a kid's crime
neither up or down time
this is how the penny finds its way to the slot
funny that's headway
funny it tastes deadly
that instant coffee
effi - cacy
it's an ominous original
utterly predictable
cutting every day into ones and twos
auto-trepanation
neural detonations
slicing up the pie and the fingers too
keep the faith
nothing good ever came easy
it's better to burn out than to waste a day
keep the faith
phoney limes in fruit bowls
skeuomorphs for old souls
suck in where the light bends
aren't days like these a godsend
olive pits in ashtrays
hold ourselves on Sundays
It's all we've ever done, babe,
It’s all we've ever done
the machine is running hot
too much running on the spot
too much hurrying the work to be done on the dot
a purifying spiral of
synergetic cycles
maximising flow while the main vein pops
Worry
makes my
toothbrush bloody
heaven help me
make it
go quickly
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3. |
Donkey's Jawbone
02:21
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thin and wet
petals from the head
well-worn
weak on water's edge
they fall
outwards at the sight
of littered seeds
He's been out splitting hairs
with the barbers of the back-alley cut-price clinics for the criminally tolerable.
Trying something new was an original move but it's left him looking nothing if not vulnerable.
The reassurances of strangers who know him
have all the comfort of a set of scissors folding
He's air conditioned to be breathing in the
Snotty heathen air
(MEANING WHAT?)
How much snot until his blood clots?
everywhere the buzzing of
the mean-minded misarthropods
biting at the meat on the old idiophone
Suspicions make one porous
ergo, some folk should be cautious,
lest their sweat invites the bite of every bug in the know
he struggles daily with some philistine riddle
that his father lodged deep in his skull
the reassurances of strangers who know him
have all the comfort of a set of scissors folding
he's air conditioned to be breathing in the
snotty heathen air
(MEANING WHAT?)
how much snot until his blood clots
A DONKEY'S JAWBONE
A DONKEY'S JAWBONE
WHAT HE WOULD GIVE FOR
A DONKEY'S JAWBONE
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4. |
Positive Exit
04:41
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There's tears on the driveway
and there's ash in the wind
our whirring throats are winding down
while the whistle-blunted birds are working their responses out
Well anyway, I tried to be as solemn as the occasion demanded of me
but I must've looked peculiar with one arm through my sleeve
and people passing like commuters on a smoky auto-walk
but it's those glowing tiger eyes
cutting through the scattered gravel
coughing of the night
those glowing tiger eyes
and there's a truck again, always just a truck
bombing it down the murder road
hosing down the rocks
In February you planted runner beans
And they grew short and hard but you still named them all fondly
and when the children ate them and you said you'd have to burn them in their
cribs for their selfish and greedy displays
here come those glowing tiger eyes
cutting through the ever-falling
curtain of the night
those glowing tiger eyes
but it's a fire again, always just a fire
blocking off the murder road
heating up the rocks
I'm not upset by
What the world gave me
I've got my sister and
she's kind of crazy
I'm not afraid of
what's in the forest
I've got my sister
and she's keeps her promises
I'm not upset by
what this house made me
I've got my sister and
she's kind of crazy
I'm not afraid of
what's in the mirror
I've got my sister
and she's gonna kill with her
Glowing tiger eyes
cutting through the copper kettle screeching
of the night
those glowing tiger eyes
and she's a fire again, always justified
blocking off the murder road
melting down the rocks
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5. |
Canis
03:12
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First met me on the street
With your roses in my teeth
My face was full of fear and tendons
Pissed, screaming at the moon
I'm your hirsute little spoon
Our apricots lie ripe and tender
Friend,
Find me in a month
Turn me how you want
We'll wane away
Raw,
Offal in the sink
We're still kissing up a stink
The curvature of lost connections
Snug,
Greasy tassels interlocked
Hairy backed and tiny cocked
The garden of reciprocal affliction
The shifting comes
Ego canis sum
I teeter on the edge of you
Settled in bloodless dreams
You take your body for a spin
While I fester in my skin
Your bathwater is red and lovely
Flesh
Guzzled in your sleep
You play wolf and I play sheep
The scrape of teeth against another's
Servile and mean
Less angry than we seem
Bereft of love
The shifting comes
Ego canis sum
I teeter on the edge of you
The shifting comes
Ego canis sum
I teeter on the edge of you
Settled in bloodless dreams
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6. |
The Farmer's Big Spade
04:05
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The eastern sun
it splits the drift of dust between
where the window was
and the man I've come to scratch the back of
here lies Floyd
flexing his milksick muscles
my god he looks good
in his well swept room with his spineless lean
who brought the straps to hold his ankles
who carried in his air
someone should tell him
someone should
an adequate answer to his questions
could be one truth too much
someone should tell him
someone should
cut the garden, kiss the ring
tend to the trembling legs again
pour the oil, rub it in, oh
another cow-mouth summer
in a fecund farmhouse west of eden
all bricks and puddles,
wild edges meeting snakeroot corners
they called him the farmer's big spade
for his hard flat head and long lean legs
he hasn't changed
since he made himself an early bed
so much for all that crumbles being
rationed amongst the rats
someone should tell him
someone should
he saved every brick the wall dropped
to rebuild the other side
someone should tell him
someone should
don't trust what the evening says
the farmer's spade has rusted red
i found his candle lit amongst the wheat
where is the stone?
roll it over
put an end to everywhere
meet the milk
see the foam drip
as the poison moves him
on, moving on
is the light trick
where the sunset meets the
sea
melting waves
into hot dust
into what they cannot be
on, moving on
is the light trick
where the sunset meets the
sea
melting waves
into hot dust
into what they cannot be
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7. |
Weedkiller
03:21
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The camel split its eye on the needle
The farmer's big spade is turning tarnished and feeble
I'm looking for an architect to bring this together
I'm searching for a tap to release the pressure
all i need is weedkiller
give me good weedkiller
Crunching on bees for the honey
Sucking on a moth to leech light from the stomach
What remains of the garden? What's left for dummy?
Where's the hatch where the catches stash their easy money?
all i need is weedkiller
give me good weedkiller
WEEDKILLER
WEEDKILLER
WEEDKILLER
WEEDKILLER
is it a parasite
is it a friend
does it disrupt the picture
can it heal the threshold
will it mend in the end?
does it disrupt the picture
it's all over my hands
it's all over my hands
it's all over my hands
it's all over
nothing's left of the garden
that's just as expected
we're managing totally fine
rectangles, rectangles!
we must have perimeters!
we thrive when the limits align!
We wanted to find places
that would rot right through without us
we wanted to feel necessary
The cherubs brought me nothing
but a headstone and a chisel
i needed to feel necessary
a word of advice
for those who might need it
if you’ve got an urge
you should feed it and feed it
if you're nervous round clocks or crumbling pillars
freeze a moment in time
and get that good weedkiller
am I a parasite
am I a friend
do I disrupt the picture
can I pierce the threshold
will I mend in the end
do I disrupt the picture
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8. |
The Weatherman
03:04
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And when the rain clouds crumble
we'll bring him here to see
all that we wanted from him
was one more cooling breeze
we want it desperately
we want it desperately
but what if he's right?
so what if he's right?
piled upon the counter
lie the lists of absent seeds
a salamander ashtray
forms his tasseography
and it's a freakish formation
as big as a town
it sucks in our shame
then it pisses it down
he's made the connection x8
from the deck they unwind
he turns them round in pairs
What flawless renderings of humankind!
in all their suits and all that hair!
There’s John and Jackie
by Priscilla and the king!
Grasping clubs and cups and rings!
There's a pale man in the wind!
He shakes light all from the stars
until we're good and golden!
he's made the connection x16
and when they're all gone?
will the weatherman stay?
will the weatherman stay?
what will the weatherman say?
with his custom-made
ballpoint pen
he scratches a dark scrawl
over all that old sky,
and it's as if he has melted
its very name
into itself,
a smoky signature
under a contract of sharp rain
DRENCH THE SOIL
Let the wet bulb break
DRENCH THE SOIL
let the wet bulb break
no-one wants to hear what the weatherman says
no-one wants to hear what the weatherman says
no-one wants to hear what the weatherman says
no-one wants to hear what the weatherman says
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9. |
A. Wegener
04:30
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I might be
recouping my losses at last
well done man!
Waving my bouquet at the duds as I pass
And claiming this whole tragedy was choreographed
I could be wrong,
But the instinct's strong
I think my garden could be drifting away
where to, man?
to a place where the sun lifts the fish from the bay
the forest seems to shift almost every day
there's always somewhere greener, ain't there?
a better mind might be mistaken
I understand the way we're shaking
I feel the earth move under my feet
gotta find a street where the cracks don't creak
You and me and the mountains are wrinkles on the skin of dying apples
Now perhaps I think too much of myself
no way, man
my internal geometry's folding in on itself
I'm just a tick on the stick that peels the shit off the shoe
that kicks at the door but never makes it through
and that's why
You and me and the mountains are wrinkles on the skin of dying apples
You and me and the mountains stay distant, string yearns to be untangled
I swim on outwards to new nowheres
plates keep on crashing through my sleep
I feel the earth move under my feet
Gotta find a street where the cracks don't creak
all that's rotten in between
wind and sand can never clean
cliffs that burst and no-one sees
Ystad running far from Stralsund
Ice that chews below the knee (THESE ARE MOMENTS OF MOMENTS)
dogs and horses bitten clean (THESE ARE MOMENTS OF MOMENTS)
waves of sun crest behind time (THESE ARE MOMENTS OF MOMENTS)
on A. L. Wegener's fractured shoreline
you and me and the mountains are wrinkles…
on the skin of dying apples
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10. |
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results are in and I'm the idiot son
confession sessions going live in three two one
cursed with receptive expressions but the heart's hard of hearing
split between wining and dining and beering and gearing
you ever seen seams fall apart at the seams?
sew it all together, i'm a fucking dream
mama's got us fretting but we're betting we're the prodigal ones
idiot daughters
idiot sons
idiot daughters
idiot sons
caught in flagrant adulation of everything wrong
idiot daughters
idiot sons
cry
oh nurturing ones
cry
oh nurturing ones
what's analogous to animal stresses?
used to treasure my mind and now I clean up its messes
missed a trick or two to kickers but that's unimportant
climbed the mountain of compassion but the peak was dormant
nothing's worth pursuing if there's no guarantees
everything I need I can get OTC
papa always told us that he doesn't do the dishes for fun
idiot daughters
idiot sons
idiot daughters
idiot sons
cry, oh nurturing ones
cry, oh nurturing ones
knowing how the whole thing ends
knowing how the cuckoos fool the starlings
I think we'd all like to be the former
but we don't all get to choose
we don't all get to choose
Sometime the eggs get loose
Knowing how the whole thing ends
We don’t all get to choose
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11. |
Billy's Birds
03:07
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Sweet wilting tree
you mean the world to me
I'm honestly
amazed at how brave you can be
smoking Pall Malls at noon
while nurses check on your charts
they found a monster there alongside
all that love in your heart
Drink from the pool
Stay on
See, through the glass
there is a fallen willow
you know the names
of every sapling mourning
I won't be going away
until it disintegrates
Drink from the pool
Stay on
glory comes to no-one but you
the end of the glass
is closer and
further than you know
what if heaven is a wrong turn and you're more important here
what if heaven is a wrong turn and you're more important here
what if heaven is a wrong turn and you're more important here
did you think you'd make the journey alone?
Sweet wilting tree
you mean the world to me
I'm honestly...
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12. |
A Birthday with David
03:30
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you said the moon was never all that big
well that seems like it could be true
we could've walked around it then
when we were up there,
and somewhere on the journey home
we might have found some sort of proof
that planets can cross-pollinate
and we're sperm in the middle
courage bubbles from my nose again
I'm burning squabbles on the stove again
I'm making friends with everyone I pissed off
and everything my lips let slip
I'm trying to make fun of it
I'm bringing the whole family down for one fantastic joke
but I can't tell my God
what the punchline was
I'm having my worst birthday yet
I'm falling out of my dress again
I need the centre of the cake to hold
before i blow my breath against
the cliffs of marzipan and cream
my feet are dangling
and no-one's shouting stop
don't do it, they just yell out
you prick you blew it
which, within the context of a birthday party
sucks it all seemed to be going smooth before i started blowing
but I guess the centre couldn't hold
the only means of fixing things I'm overly familiar with
are curly fries and sellotape and Berman's last LP
it's got this song
that makes you wonder if he's alright
or if it's just one long and morbid joke
and ultimately it turns out he wasn't all that great
yeah, he was out there on the brink of one last birthday cake himself
wishing for somewhere much further out than here
thank you David,
i guess you're on the moon now too
thank you David
I guess you're on the moon now too
and I heard it isn't really all that big
you're right, that seems it could be true
we could've walked around it then
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