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1.
Clear Skies 03:53
"film me in an ordinary space" spoke, with teeth full of tobacco dregs he tasted like an ashtray and smelt like cheap red wine "show me in the golden hour, let them see my finer side" "film me beneath the clear blue skies, I don't want those alien clouds blotting out my sweet little lies" he spoke just like a junkie and lived just like one too regicide in The Evening Post, a deep elation soon ensued call him a martyr, call him insane call him a bastard, it's all the same call him your lover, call him a drain on your taxable pennies sent up in flames call him a junkie, call him a cunt, call him a sweetheart, call him a runt he doesn't care, he will not back down until he's king of this ghost town x2 "film me in stark absence of grace, I'm without beer, I'm without bread, I'm to be duplicated, destined for fame" he said, with a stout clasped in his paws "I want the world to kiss me and taste them as cud in my gnashing jaws" "film me in bed with the president, I want the image displayed to you to be as sure as the pavement" he said, with a crowd around his words soliloquising to The Evening Post and garnering his rabid herd call him a martyr, call him insane call him a bastard, it's all the same call him your lover, call him a drain on your taxable pennies sent up in flames call him a junkie, call him a cunt, call him a sweetheart, call him a runt he doesn't care, he will not back down until he's king of this ghost town x2
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Byzantine 04:56
one, two, three, four I am a Byzantine businessman my jacket's lined with silk road of powdered rinds, holy ghost or radiated minds I am a Byzantine businessman of sanctified transactions crystallised, witness my expanding storefronts rise I am an Ottoman autocratic businessman can you see my cannons dance atop my growing horde of coinage grand? I am an Ottoman autocratic businessman am I the only man capable of seeing out this plan? I am lost am I American? I am lost am I American? I am lost am I American? I am lost am I American? am I Gaulish? am I Jewish? am I a Barbarian? am I Frankish? a Mercian? out of history I'm wrote I know no business, know no trade, so let me ply what you have made give me a culture to believe in or let me fade away I need a loan, I'm fucking broke, these bastards choke me 'til I croak my lungs are aching, ventilating, hooked up to debt, a debt unpaid I am un-country-fied, disillusioned business sigh here is my resume, blank for everything except my pay I am lost am I American? I am lost am I American? I am lost am I American? I am lost am I American? am I a Capitalist pig? a swine? a reeking line that's hoovered up by snout so fine? am I a Communistic poser? Socialistic loner? talk so good but the action's nowhere am I just simply mediocre? a body waiting to get older am I just simply mediocre? a body waiting to get older I am lost am I American?
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Golden-Borne 02:48
infest me with that pocket-needle gleam infest me with that golden-borne dream that ever-slumber dreaming giantess seething the overbearing sheen of pocket-needle fiends infests me dear, o' my dear, tell me if I can trust your chemical bloom or wallowing? your silver word horde lashing lets loose stop following the red and white stripes of this room I'm flowering in un-capitulation of fools infest me with static-morphing seams infest me with that golden-borne dream I seen you in the static haze, that burst of post-manic malaise there's gold for the fool dear, he deserves a thing or two dear, not me dear, o' my dear, tell me if I can trust your chemical bloom or wallowing? your silver word horde lashing lets loose stop following the red and white stripes of this room I'm flowering in un-capitulation of fools can I trust your chemical bloom or wallowing? your silver word horde lashing lets loose stop following the red and white stripes of this room I'm flowering in un-capitulation of fools
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Calloused 04:27
your callouses capture light does this evening seem alright to you? something strange about the walls your callouses capture light there's weird injected in your spine now you're standing twelve-foot tall your callouses capture light blisters seeking taciturn tactile do shift rotations not satisfy? your callouses capture light something's not right about the time seconds within hour emulsify I'm sorry that I haven't been around I think that I'm working too much I missed your last party, I haven't quite found the energy every message to you seems to include "my bad" I think that I'm drinking too much I missed your last birthday yet haven't left town I've just got no energy your callouses refract light a prism which dances in my eyes as the fool spasms on the floor your callouses refract light on this cold, late November night as hands reach blind towards the door your callouses refract light could I love you? I just might need a little more time your callouses refract light as my room starts to stabilise though it's as messy as before I'm sorry that I haven't been around I think that I'm working too much I missed your last party, I haven't quite found the energy every message to you seems to include "my bad" I think that I'm drinking too much I missed your last birthday yet haven't left town I've just got no energy x2

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released February 16, 2024

Written, performed and produced by Nathan Fordyce-Wright

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