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Seasonal Love
01:14
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I loved you in the summer but I couldn't stand the heat
and you were not contented to flatter my defeat
with flowers or with mercy
to make the wicked wise
I couldn't even hurt you at the summer's cruel demise
and spring had taught me nothing of the ground it spun above
but offered its distraction and its temperamental love
and autumn was a crusher with its boredom and its hope
it scrambled my instructions like a grey kaleidoscope
now absence makes you fonder of the memories you lost
when you waved a white surrender to the winter's holocaust
and when it's over, gently escort me to my room
where there's cash to pay the piper this infernal afternoon
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A Political Seduction
00:20
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The rich get rich
The poor get poorer
Will this entertain or bore her?
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Endless Town
02:52
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Artefacts Of Desire
00:26
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Look at us,
simple artefacts of desire
unfolding in a cloaked dawn
under the aegis of fire
the dull storm of the morning
the gap between ourselves
and nothing
and nothing
at all
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6. |
Just Like Another
03:32
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When the moon is full of knives
and the sea is boiling over
and you stare into his eyes
then you feel just like another
When the sky is made of nails
and the ground is cracked like thunder
and you’re racing through your days
then you feel just like another
When your eyes are locked and barred
and your mouth is boarded over
and you’re scratching at the stars
then you feel just like another
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On your slaughtered streets
with the abattoir signs
and your wounded dress,
bloodied on the lines
with your rusted meats
and your muddied wines
whoever thought they
could out drink you?
When your silver gent
embraces you at last
with your embroidered face
protected by the glass
with your children's tools
and your monkey's class
whoever thought they
could out do you?
With your herbal switch
and your animated vows
with your walking stick
and your elevated slouch
with your broken knees
and your splintered mouth
whoever thought they
could not break you?
With your blistered tongue
and your corrugated spine
your assassin's gate
and your cursory finds
with your stable states
and your reckless crimes
whoever thought they
were beneath you?
With your rusty blades
and your temporary dons
with your mother's pouch
and your honorary sons
with your breakneck speeds
and your madman's gong
Whoever thought they
could not fail you?
With your cautionary tales
in these reactionary times
and your marbled house
with your mathematician's signs
With your feeble itch
and your wayward nights
whoever thought you
were not young once?
With your safety catch
imprinted on your mind
and your howling dogs
controlling all the time
with your beastly cries
and your holy whines
whoever thought you
would come through this?
With your waitress dress
and your purgatory clowns
in your captain's mess
on your country doctor's rounds
with your angry smile
and your lonely sounds
why did they not
see fit to comfort you?
When your bullet proof mascara fades
and behind your eyes
the evening is blazed
on a limitless sea
a tough chance will arise
is it not this chance
you have been waging?
When your corporal's jeers
are ending his supplies
though your command-less troops
will limit your disguise
your children come
and your children go
your children are
not your keepers
With your tender face
you can't help but show
your patriarch enthusing
at your show
he may look at me
but he thinks of you
have you ever said,
'now, that's enough, sir'?
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Spanish Armada Blues
02:49
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Hawkins Bazaar
03:14
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In the absence of a stranger
and the comfort of a manger
the night has culled its quiet to the quick
In the stuff of honest legend
from Bermondsey to Bridgend
History has absentee'd its truth
So, do you know who has the answers
in the Board Rooms or the Dance Floors?
and do they ever think of them at all?
But me, I’m just a desk clerk
for a softly savage despot
Don’t ask for much, don’t care for much at all
I just focus on the numbers
while my conscience slowly crumbles
and as I sink I think of you again
Remember when the future
seemed custom built to suit you?
But now you’ve gone it seems so long ago
And I was just a child then
so carefree and so wild when
it seemed that all my dreams were cast in stone
But since you left I’ve faltered
from the path I never altered
in all the years you kept me in your home
Now it’s morning and it’s cold here
I’m resigned to growing old here
these spinning doors are kicking at my heels
Though I never planned to stay here
it gets me through the day, dear
if I can speak of you with humble sounds
though the light is slowly fading
the mighty beasts are trading
blows and cards and pleasantries of fear
Now I might be slightly jaded
and my jeans are slightly faded
my empty steps are hanging in the dark
But I know I can’t be broken
by some sentimental token
of simpler times and simpler points of view
I’m dead weight but I’m steady
over eager, over ready
over everyone I ever loved or lost
But it doesn’t make me bitter
to know that I’ll forget her
as soon as I am getting on my way
On my way to where? I don’t know
I have drifted, gone with the flow
and it’s always left me stranded on the shore
And on the docks I’ve wandered
through the warehouse, down the old road
that leads to places darker still than here
So if you see me in your headlights
amongst the freaks, amongst the deadbeats
don’t hide it isn’t you they’ve come to steal
True, they’ve seen no one quite like you
no one shine quite as bright as you
Our Lady Of The Church Of Wasted Saints
Who in shadows, holes and hotels
brings pleasure from the brothels
where once she cut her cloth to fit her eyes
That once had shined serenely
sometimes emerald, sometimes seaweed
for Our Saviour On The Laminated Cross
I’m in the running for a favour
a hot meal or a saviour
and when it’s done I wont ask you to stay
We’ll just listen as the raindrops
annihilate the rooftops
embracing in our solemn little scene
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10. |
Love's No Exception
02:17
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Danni Rowan Glasgow, UK
Danni Rowan is an ambient soundscape producer based in Glasgow. Her music creates woozy, textural atmospheres somewhere on the borderline between ambient and noise.
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