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Holloway
05:58
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And then there was a light
Obliterating all of the madness.
Put a thumb to a middle finger and clicked;
A rumbling from inside the forest.
Now my heart is made of hands.
It used to move so
Obsessed by all of those Cunting Colins
But then my pulse rocked the cot
Of the anger that I’d got,
‘Til it had no more wool to spin in.
Now my heart is made of hands.
The shield’s no protection
To her aching expression.
Blame keeps the apple held high.
Drop eternal missions.
Wave goodbye to the dragons.
Feel the beat inside.
Now my heart is made of hands,
My heart is made of hands,
My heart is made of hands,
My heart is made of hands.
Hey you - who was swiped left penniless.
Hey you - whose wife just left.
Hey you - who chose his time of rest
Let your heart be made of hands.
The be-at; in the morning, all over the lands.
The be-at; as the evening falls.
The be-at; when the gates are submerged in sands.
The be-at; when St. Peter calls.
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2. |
Get Snocking
04:50
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This time
Is all you have
So think fast
For what you snock.
Flag fly up.
Trial that beast.
For what you snock
Must sail on seas to be here now.
Be. Here. Now.
Snock yourself,
And all clay creatures.
Sweat moving stones
To connect islands.
Stretch your muscles
And unstick leaches
For what you snock.
Rip a bone so she can be here now.
Be. Here. Now.
What do I do now; my paper, my pen?
Work a little harder.
Walk your dog a little farther.
How do I move now; my hero, my teacher?
Like you’re playing charades blindfolded on grass.
What do I find here; my manic depression?
Two dogs pulling in opposing directions.
How do I love now with alien creatures?
Juggle with feelings caught fallen from ceilings.
What will it feel like crossing that line?
Like you wanna see the moon for one last time.
When will I reach that longed for place?
When you give up pretending we’re in time and space.
Be. Here. Now.
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3. |
The Sound Of High-Five
04:07
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Listening to you speaking is like watching you reading from your favourite book.
With your neck all rolling over, like you’re a hundred miles from sober, Every second, second guessing the plot, that you know,
But turn off into the street and the magic Pecha Kucha.
Drop me down into a thousand lives.
For every declination there’s a ‘Hello. Pleased to meet ya.’
Give me the sound of High-Five!
Watching you reading is like finding you loving with infinite pairs of hands. From the brother in Scandinavia, to the waters in which I played with you, ! Your words keep attracting the lambs of the land.
Into the world you go with the caring Pecha Kucha.
Every killer should listen out a while
To the sound of children, for their laughter is a gift to you.
Put down your weapons and smile!
Finding you loving cooks my heart in a tambourine ocean;
stokes and pokes and
Keeps my coal on the fire knowing your body is a spinner in motion
That demands my devotion
To the planets in space yet to hear your Pecha Kucha.
Gonna work on a plane to take it way out there.
Bring it to the spirits amused by our commotion.
I’ll sing of you quick and clear.
Listening to you speaking is like watching you reading And watching you reading is like finding you loving And finding you loving keeps the tambourine beating. I’m over my head in the words that
You are keeping for me and for you Yes!
We’re sharing Pecha Kucha.
Two spinny flowers drinking Chablis wine.
If all that I had was our simple Pecha Kucha
Then I’d be satisfied.
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4. |
Requiem For Dorothy
05:26
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I asked her what sound she liked
And she said she likes the sound of Unk. Unk. Unk. Unk.
Irreversible Moon.
The secret slips loose the roof.
The trees turn wild, like the dreams of children.
The bubble bursts last years curse
And fruit soaks into the room.
Fuck, Toto we’re not in Kansas now.
No more fifteen minutes of safety.
No more nine months being proud.
This is game-time at the gates as Goliath bates the crowds,
But he don’t know how beans can grow
And how the mind can overcome with just a look,
And no sound.
Irreversible Ground.
The sun burns the spires melt down.
The soil turns gold, with every footstep.
I stand so still atop this hill;
Shout for strangers in the shroud.
Your history has been flipped, already burnt on the other side.
They tried to keep it carved in stone, but there’s no sentence solidified. Freedom is all changing; that’s the universal ride.
Who knows what will be of you and me In five years.
Ten years.
A lifetime.
Irreversible Girl.
Her stare enough to make your toes curl.
Long from fear, like a coital spider.
A mistake and mirrors will break
But Dorothy boldly leads me into the swirl To the underworld.
Don’t look back.
You’ll turn to a pillar of pepper.
Don’t look back
Or Hades gets to keep her.
I said ‘Please don’t look back on us.’
Forgiveness leaves impossibilities wide open.
And now they’re hoping
You’re an Irreversible Man.
The freedom to live is in your hands.
The muse just smiles, disappearing.
You can go so far with a cross and gar-lic; a card-trick.
With a parent who is scared.
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5. |
Spread Yo'self Fatly
05:24
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Fifteen chickens
To every four goats.
A gaggle of geese for a pound.
Cattle and candles and old men in sandals.
The haggling, crackling sound.
Spread yo’self fatly
On ya good friends, Natly.
Spread yo’self fatly
On us.
Spread yo’self fatly
On ya good friends, Natly.
Spread yo’self fatly
On Puss.
Boom! Boom!
As Baxter enters the village.
Boom! Boom!
Like a Medicine Ball.
Boom! Boom!
He makes faces in the creases of his bulbous and bountiful tummy for all
So spread yo’self fatly
On ya good friends, Natly.
Spread yo’self fatly
On us.
Spread yo’self fatly
On ya good friends, Natly.
Spread yo’self fatly
On Puss.
As Phoebe lies down, we gather round.
Gibbering locals and animal sounds.
Mrs White: She make the strangest pies.
Just one bite makes your eyes start to sting and your heart start to ring.
Whether sippin’ or slurpin’
Watch out for the gherkin.
Whether sippin’ or slurpin’
Watch out!
Whether sippin’ or slurpin’
To suck on a gherkin
Is to miss the point of the pout.
So spread yo’self fatly
On ya good friends, Natly.
Spread yo’self fatly
On us.
Spread yo’self fatly
On ya good friends, Natly.
Spread yo’self fatly
On Puss.
As Phoebe laid down we gathered round.
Gibbering locals and animal sounds.
Mr McClean: He made the strongest wine.
Just one ‘Horray!’
And your backs on the floor but he’ll still feed you more.
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6. |
Rise
03:38
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I don’t mean to forward
But lets make children.
Lets have a million right now.
With the sun up-and-coming,
This is the morning for them.
I hear the plane through the clouds.
Right into your bosoms,
I’m the lucky rapscallion!
With Puck’s dust blown in my eyes.
I want to take you and shake you
To the morning birds sweet tune
And ‘til Atlas gives up on the sky.
And O - You’ve held us a long time
We trust you with all that we have
Let you break in the sunshine
‘Cause all must fall before it bounces back
And then Rise.
Welcome in a new world and Rise.
When they show you how it uncurls.
You have so much to give,
So let love; let live
And take it all in your stride,
And rise.
Now ten years later:
Things just keep getting better.
We’re sharing Paella in the park.
In all of our colours
The music remembers
That September we clicked for the spark.
Now ever since we’ve been learning
From the smiles of our children.
They’ve been keeping it beating with hands.
They gave us a Master key
So we could come back for free
Through a wardrobe with different demands.
And O - We’ve been running in two times.
Two sides of all that you are
And O - We can’t hide from the surprise.
When you’ve figured it out, that’s when you start.
And then Rise.
Welcome in a new world and Rise.
When they show you how it uncurls.
You have so much to give,
So let love; let live.
And take it all in your stride.
Flying in the new world.
Rise.
It’s time for you to go ow.
So let love; let live.
And take it all in your stride,
And Rise.
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7. |
Stanmore On The Mountain
07:23
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The Chancellor whispered an obscene suggestion.
Nobody is scared. It’s four in the morning.
Shirtless and shitfaced and showering these mountains.
When intentions are naked, well who needs clothing?
‘Go on, take off your clothing.’
Promise me this piglet’s gonna fly again?
Promise me he’s one foot off the floor?
The Skylounge in your eyes say ‘He’s tired again.’ ‘Retired again.’
But a lover like this has one kiss more.
I have visions of a spoon violently thrown across the kitchen.
But the room, it was empty. That was just the birth of the evening.
A colossal smash and then the beasts heart started pounding.
I’m like Ali Baba, trapped in the parlour,
With Stanmore dressed-up in armour.
Trying to remember the bloody password to escape this ghostly drama, But we’re leaning on marijuana.
Guess the fools will call that karma?
But they’ll never fly as high as we did that night.
They’ll always be strung up in ties.
The Skylounge on our skin is nice and ripe. Nice and ripe.
Seeping in ominous / Filling the letterbox Lining up ships for her /
Cutting the safety net Fall Into a sky of debt / Grey suits and loneliness Unprepared, no respect / No hands, no connecting Voice /
In the punch in, punch out / Choice / Conveyabelt / Boys / Get over here.
Now / Like we’re Manuel or Job in the middle keeping head over faithful Whilst the Powers that be Raise the bar / trump the cards.
Where’s my Stanmore? Stanmore? Where for art my Stanmore? Stanmore? Stanmore? Where for art her freedom she had before dead-brained and moneyed bawled In through the saloon doors waving their pistols and Minimal pay for their capital gain / Walk the rickety bridge for the bills that can’t wait Now pen nib wets signing line / Lips meet the poisoned wine Crows buzz around your eyes / Then just in the nick of time Smash / Through the window pane Wrapped / In a bin-liner cape Wait! / Boomed in fashionably Late / No just in time.
Like Carlito Brigante running for the last train
Shooting off his checkmate, jumping all the barricades.
One last stand on the mountain.
One last chance for a clear escape.
One last stand on the mountain.
And we’re free to fly again now Hold my hand my pretty one.
It’s back to Neverland we come.
Everything is yours tonight
And everything is free.
Everything is yours tonight, all yours tonight
And everything is free!
There’s a pig flying in the sky tonight.
Everyone leans to one side.
There’s a piggy flying twixt the stars tonight
Everyone leans to one side.
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8. |
Walter's Gift
03:11
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Make your ledge a biblioteque
Which smiles from dimple to dimple.
Pull a pew in chemical juice
And let things flow.
Build your cave so simple and straight
That plants can twist and learn in.
Let your coals burn through that shape
And warm World Peace.
Praise it. Kiss it. Spray it and frame it. Put it on your ceiling.
Then roll it. Drink it. Eyeball shoot it. Smoke it all up.
Get a dog that’s loyal and strong And stand by his convictions.
Tattoo a rash around your gash
And remember all the good times.
Errors get made
Calamity shames
Left feet get played
In mouths whilst the time goes by.
Resign.
But why can’t I?
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9. |
She Who Was At
07:31
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‘It’s far more honest to change,’
Said the chapter turning page,
Sang life hop-scotching age.
Keep moving up the wage.
Fear no danger as we move
From World War I to World War II,
Jazz steps walking from Blues,
Adding spices to the brew.
The key don’t fit,
So jiggle the pin.
The clock don’t tick.
Just wheel your mice in.
Nothing’ll get in your way again,
If you keep moving.
‘Sometimes it’s right to pause,’
Said the joker riding the corpse,
Held hands to the ball caught.
But then a knocking at the door. Knock. Knock.
The key don’t fit,
So jiggle the pin.
The clock don’t tick.
Just wheel your mice in.
Nothing’ll get in your way again,
If you keep moving.
Keep grooving.
Keep roaming.
Keep lubing.
Fear no danger as we move,
From World War I to World War II
Jazz steps walking from Blues,
Adding spices to the brew.
‘It’s far more honest to change,’
Said the chapter turning page,
Sang life hop-scotching age.
Keep moving up the wage.
The further you reach the higher the bar
But who knows clearly who they really are?
Whether driver, or shotgun, or packed in the back:
Who moves smoothly down this potholed track?
Only the Queen would wanna be one thing.
But oil in sunlight shines true Majesty
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10. |
We Hope That You Find Us
05:24
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Drowning out the fights,
We heard the call of pipes.
Took a satchel, smokes and lights
And snuck out on our bikes.
By the time you realised
We were long-gone masked and disguised.
Let the breadcrumbs walk our kites
To the gates of paradise.
We hope that you will find us.
We hope that you will find us here.
Leaping tall sharp bars;
A string of cowboys jumping carts.
Free-sailing bikes to the ground,
Haphazardly spinning around.
Strange magazines in the ditch.
We fought with swords made of sticks.
Now three thousand light years away
From the stalemate of fights by the day.
We hope that you are searching.
We hope that you are frightened.
We hope that you are hurting.
We hope that you are searching now.
This is how we smile.
It took us such a long while
To work out what we need Is all you have to take me home.
I’m shaking and soaked to my bones.
I love you and want you to know
How trees help the woodland grow.
Drifting down wet tarmac roads,
Apprehensive with lumps in our throats.
Then headlights appeared in the night
Creeping cats-eyes like crumbs to their child.
We knew that you would find us.
All your love and kindness
Put us on the night bus
That rides us home.
Drowning out the fights,
We heard the call of pipes.
Took a satchel, smokes and lights
And snuck out on our bikes.
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11. |
Nicola
05:12
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Nicola said, ‘We don’t have to be best friends.’
She just smiled, and said, ‘We’re all best friends here.’
All the bodies sprawl the carpet in the half-light.
The smell of bread drifts in from the kitchen.
She meanders us a tray of coffees, juices, cakes,
And says “Good morning. I’ve brought your medicine”
Should’ve seen us last night, we were boxing, boxing, to keep the evening.
Quick hair-of-the-dog and we’ll be back boxing, boxing, to hold those feelings.
But all good things must raise their masts,
Set their sails and drift out into the past.
So here’s to the future.
Ever since I was a little boy I’ve kept a house for all the toys.
I’ve kept a room for all their dreams.
I’ve kept a song for all that gleams.
But when the gleaming changes suit,
So follows the song with its moving tune,
So follows the room pushing its walls,
And the house it eventually falls.
Because nothing is sacred.
Nothing is stone.
Nothing is sand and nothing is known.
All can beautiful before it leaves
For something beautiful yet to be seen.
Don’t hold onto last night, ‘cause we were boxing, boxing, to kill that evening.
Now that we’re bruised we gotta stop boxing, boxing, before we’re bleeding.
All good things must raise their masts,
Set their sails and drift out into the past.
So here’s to the future.
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