1. |
Conspirators of Pleasure
02:16
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instrumental - other than some ooos and aaahs
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2. |
Last Thing I Want
04:44
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the last thing that I want is to be opposite
those creatures of own influencing the repeating cycle
yet I forget to think and find the bedroom floating
here the spiral meets fluorescent actor spouting
last thing that I want
and yet my mouth is dry
first thing that I need
but I can't trust the fabric
last thing that I want
and yet the image lingers
first thing I need--
--the touch of bubble floating to be settled in the moat
which encapsulates my safe surrounds yet still I let the drawbridge down
and welcome in the multitudes on post-shift knackered afternoon
'til dawn of chorus echoing and I don't know which room I'm in
and in and down and further, t'wards that glimmer, glimmer, murmur
static fabric lines the walls illuminating and exposed
down and soon within a space of soft and subtle central state
the last thing that I want
and yet my mouth is dry
first thing that I need
but I can't trust the fabric
last thing I want
is you
yet you appear
is you
yet you appear
those last kind words do not own you
but harbour some love in the seams
they can't help but dictate the pattern of shift change
or lack of it as may be
you are the last thing that I want
but maybe, you could be the only thing I need
the only thing I want is to be ressurected
in a vat of opaque calm within an oyster shelling
out the smallest grain of sand refusing re-consumption
through their never-slowing hourglass in fetid hands
which encapsulate my soft surrounds from out of which I bundle
find the only thing I need
the only thing I need
I find the only thing I need
the only thing I need
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3. |
Volatile Bulb
05:58
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I think I'm living the dream
up here behind the glass, inverse reflect imaginings
I think I'm living the dream
I'm the boss of escapist mass, overcharged for unreal things
I think I'm living the dream
redirect your nightly woes, put your faith in prescheduled scenes
I think I'm living the dream
what have I got to show? My b-b-b-b-body's so lean
this dream is a light-cone of chemicals
encased in a volatile bulb
time to take it out
time to pack it in
time to puncture it
I think I'm living the dream
I think I'm living the dream
I think I'm living the dream (x many)
sleepless (fever)
slideshow (sleeper)
circuit (blooming)
volatile (fuming)
rewire my (skull)
collapse the (bulb)
chemical (bloom)
volatile (bloom)
rehome my (dream)
re-sow my (seams)
chemical (bloom)
volatile (bloom)
reshape the (scene)
reframe the (dream)
chemical (bloom)
volatile (bloom)
become the (bulb)
blue-petalled (dove)
chemical (bloom)
volatile (bloom)
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4. |
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instrumental
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5. |
GORILLA VII
03:07
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your golden scythes
swing side to side
severing the fallow fields
of flowers wild
the petals fall
pleasures conspire
re-sown in practicality
no time for pretty sighs
your diamond drill
bores deepest mines
mine is the seam of coal
for endless chimney spires
the sleepers cave
a broken spine
collapsing over untapped veins
of unfurling fire
your blunted axe
is traded in
given up your only son
to thing of many limbs
yet can't compete
with chimney spires
again and again and again
you give away what's sired
GORILLA VII
is harvesting
never cease its overgrowing
spliced malicious grin
it ploughs the earth
and takes its time
over and over and over
watch its pistons fire
this Anthropocene
is slowly collapsing (x2)
again
o' these flowers of mine
(are wilting)
o' these flowers of mine
(are wilting)
o' these flowers of mine
(are wilting)
o' these flowers, these flowers of mine
(are wilting)
are wilting
are wilting
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6. |
Flowers of Mine
06:08
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My eyes
lifted t'ward that fallow tide
the wildflower pool
beckoned with its petal bloom
I lay within
a grove of rashes billowing
I sought reprieve
from smokestacks ever-churning
do I already know that this is where the future grows?
in this shimmering haze, a near-transparent everglade
I'll take some time to unfurl in this unreal shine
our anomaly which curls the wind around its seams
and I feel the ever-present pocket watch
its ticking slow-descending t'ward a total stop
and I feel the bloom around start to envelope me
here beneath the continuous entropy
and my atrophy begins uncertain fade
dissolving into rooting sprawl beneath my lay
and I'm counting on never surfacing
but know that life must begin
I know that life must begin
again I awake
in an unfamiliar place
its static walls
ripple through these unknown halls
yet soon I find
an albatross with wings spread wide
embracing me
its says that I should never leave
do I already know that this is where the future holds?
in this labyrinth, swirling halls where myth exists
I'll take some time to find the exit from this shrine
this classical space, hides me from that which I faced
and I feel my pocket-watch begin to tick
as the static all around me forms a total bliss
and I rise amidst the rippling and take a seat
opposite the albatross with speckled beak
it says to me that soon the vivid petals will fall
and my everglade will cease to hold a calming call
and I must awake and I must conspire
to find a way from static halls and motion from this mire
billow, reeds billow
in motion's union
i see
your willow lean
t'ward rashes dance
though her soldered stalk
does wish detach
winter me
and the petals fell
under weight of
peerage shook these
flowers of mine
rearranged once petals rise
"le tranquille, tu il mepris"
and the pleasures conspired
as we uproot
and ne'er our winter threatens break
its hold through cold
nights lingering
on and on
'top fallow fields of captured bloom
our petals long decayed
whilst occupied in muted hues
"si bas, si bas, trop ba"
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7. |
When the River Broke
04:34
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instrumental
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8. |
Sunk Horse Fermentation
04:07
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instrumental
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9. |
Through Opaque
05:18
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motion breathing
sink through ceiling
morning after
heard your laughter
breathe
breathe
holding (steady)
soon be (ready)
sudden (feeling)
ride with (evening)
done with (worry)
though I'm (sorry)
feel an (unknown)
hand on (uncombed)
nail scratch o'er
all's well's over
feeling daybreak
move opaque
through
breathe through
holding (steady)
soon be (ready)
sudden (feeling)
ride with (evening)
done with (worry)
though I'm (sorry)
feel an (unknown)
hand on (uncombed)
down
breathe down
moving through the static with a stranger in my hair
peculiar, not particular, though these particles seem unaware
of that tactile air, that wax through which we move
there's Aztec carvings in the walls, decorating Al Maktoum
so pop another bottle and pull another card
something 'bout that paisley pattern's got my fingers rolling hard
so how about another smoke break? then why not, maybe two?
tongue-tied knots around the ash, I feel the static start to move
I feel the static start to move
my skin through waxen starts to bloom
lay me down low
lay me down so low
lay me, lay me low
lay me down so low
(why not say it?)
(why don't we say it?)
(why not say it?)
(we're moving, moving fast through opaque)
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10. |
Iutum III
03:17
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hewn from willow skin
my idol remains
within, contained within
the bell jar
lain supine
we sink within
my idol remains
within, encased within
the thick tar
laying silent on misty island
I saw you praying by philosopher's
tombstone enticer, that powdered relaxer
pervades the space of this once empty room
rented only for what they told me
an entertainer, a fool of a tune
full of wonder, that two-step blunder
echoes on through the old sleepers' fumes
hewn from willow skin
my idol remains
within, contained within
the bell jar
(feel the fallow flowers fall
their petals strewn in crowded hall
they're sifted through by strangers' hands
re-sown into a marching band
they wish the pleasures soon expire
for soon my body slowly tires
whilst gathering and garnering
the petals kept in mourning)
lain supine
we sink within
my idol remains
within, encased within
the thick tar
(surely we can go without
those herbs which make our body shout
we feel it start to take a tole
as dig and dig our hapless holes
there's no use talking sense)
laying silent on misty island
I saw you praying by philosopher's
tombstone enticer, that powdered relaxer
pervades the space of this once empty room
rented only for what they told me
an entertainer, a fool of a tune
full of wonder, that two-step blunder
echoes on through the old sleepers' fumes
I swear this cycle will end
as petals grow and pleasures inspire again
I swear this cycle will end
as petals grow and pleasures inspire again
I swear this cycle will end
as petals grow and pleasures inspire again
I swear this cycle will end
as petals grow and pleasures inspire again
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11. |
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instrumental
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12. |
Voice Maroon
05:35
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it all seems endless now
our forest sunken found
the tide broke overnight
petals clouding flooded sight
the world has opened up
our tides connect to unseen, unthoughtm here and now
has your voice marooned
too soon?
has your island sunk?
through gloom?
it all seems peaceful now
the tides retract from town
you thought it was so sure
in time there'll be no more
has your voice marooned
too soon?
has your island sunk
through gloom?
and I feel the dawning sun
I can't blame anyone
no I can't blame anyone
and I feel you out of my reach
on this island I'm beached
yes, on this island I'm beached
and I feel the pouring rain
and I don't feel the same
no, I don't feel the same
and I feel that life without you
will be pleasures a few
will be pleasures a few
and I feel a moment of joy
and take some time to enjoy
I take some time to enjoy
and I take some time to enjoy
I take some time to enjoy
I take some time to enjoy
and I take some time to enjoy
I take some time to enjoy
I take some time to enjoy
and I take some time to enjoy
I take some time to enjoy
I take some time to enjoy
and I
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Nathan Fordyce-Wright Dundee, UK
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