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Winsome
03:10
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Come morning on morning
I labour the yawning
waking from slumber
to visions of I
relabour his form
and venturing on
hit high over chord
and keep boring the time
The jars are all shaded
colour graded
from denim, black faded
to hungover jade
I'll keep listening
in search of a christening
Jesus don't love me
but we're all here to glisten
I'm my mother's baby
I'm half way crazy
eternally gifted
and tirelessly lazy
I'm matter in motion
my own most devoted
proudly owning my denial
I undertook the time
make a man of mine
see you all inside
and disappear the lines
I'm bleeding from scripture
death to the hipster
years in the balance
and no way to fix you
I'm longer than most
still scared of ghosts
have bread with my butter
and savour the ghosts
my mother incarnate
not enough like my father
winsome
losersome
these tracks unguarded
I'm dead in every rorschach
bleeding from the floor crack
fathering like Cruikshank
stealing from the blood bank
reppin' double corduroy
thinking too much into Freud
probably suppressing having thoughts about undressing
never arrive
never late
never one to wait
you're never gonna make it Dewey
never gonna make a man out of me
set fire to my dream
I've had enough of dreams
set fire to me
I'm longer than most
still scared of ghosts
have bread with my butter
and savour the ghosts
I'm my mother incarnate
not enough like my father
winsome
losersome
these tracks unguarded
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2. |
Plumb Loco
04:19
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It's not my place to judge
just to nudge the corners of the vantage into some kind of order
triangulate the feeling that
in feeling that
is reeling in disorder
Early day coal canal
blood vessel too close
reemerge amongst the birds
that bobble past the fence post
The vision is post-impossible
to them
to live inside
In my realest over-speculation
I'm two steps from my lover's mother's daughter
that's my girl
I lost hope had to ask her about my rhythm
she looked me down and said:
"you're forgiven, Captain
take me
and reclaim the sweat from my body
it is yours."
God damn
the poor thing just takes more
Three scratch from tiny cat
the bramble that snagged my palm
I'm pale like casper
and pit like a plumb
too long before the water
not to dive right on
I lost hope had to ask her about my rhythm
she looked me down and said:
"you're forgiven, Captain
take me
and reclaim the sweat from my body
it is yours."
God damn
the poor thing just takes more
Three scratch from tiny cat
the bramble that snagged my thieving palm
I'm pale like a plumb
I'm pale like a plumb
Come on
Watch my horse face
finish egg race first place
buddy, you had your taste
I'm plumb like a don
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3. |
R.O.B.Y.N.
03:19
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Never neglect the marrow of your head in the clouds
in favour of your desire to stop being unstoppable
I melted with stream and fought with the current
asking to turn on a tuppence
in favour of clean I could not hold down
if not for expending my woman
R.O.B.Y.N.
R.O.B.Y.N.
The pursing of lips and the passing of piece
and the turning of tide in the clammer of me
and I keep all your receipts
dot all the 'I's in my name if you'd have it
facing downstream, you are no salmon
we'll play with small statues when our counters fall through the cracks
if you'd end on your back with me
if you'd end on your back with me
R.O.B.Y.N.
From the font of your youth
'til the draw of your sluice
past the box hedgerow roots
and the rearing of newts
R.O.B.Y.N.
Hunch over my page and fill up my quill
ravage my days
take your fill
R.O.B.Y.N.
if you'd end on your back with me
if you'd end on your back with me
R.O.B.Y.N.
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4. |
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I'm a dream fighting out of a man
Man, I'm a stream rolling unto a bend
I'm whatever is around the corner
I'm wherever my history says
I'm only ever asking "what happens when I [ ]?"
...that's what happens when I/I'm a vision in my eye
my eye decides
and at the centre of it all the Universe alive
This cosmic force that runs in my veins
I'm a human second and a life by claim
my mischief is in hanging on
I was born once into a raging storm
It's not my fault
I've been dressed in my time
each weight that welts the wild of my mind
I'm happening now
if not for me it's to see what He makes of himself
I'm walking on a mirror
I'm biting my hand
I've swum in your spit
and pawed at your plans
I'm listing still in flow divided
my Captain will that this is what time is
There's a space inbetween the silent divides
like how the World fades in when the piano dies
I've resurrected a million times
I'm born every minute
and die every night
I'm here to find the melody
impose a lesser self
address the false assertion that there's anybody else
my action is the mauling of a temporal confine
that sees itself repeated infinitely in every direction
I'm walking on a mirror
I'm biting my hand
I've swum in your spit
and clawed at your land
I'm listing still in flow divided
my Captain will that this is what time is
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5. |
Spin On
04:23
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The Chief in lesser words
deep breaths that hide
the husks of your meaning
in paler eyes
behind the backs
I've turned on him
just to keep it's burning
a whisper on your turf
But now sweet
like rain on streams
mapping my way home
I forego the sense
I'm one among friends
when the woodland
wept its own lament
A heavy sky
a firmament
a walk in the mind
of a mighty God
I've killed myself
it didn't hurt
my emotion
spin on
The Chief in lesser words
deep breaths that hide the husks
of your Girl
behind the backs
inside her eyes
or him
just to keep it dancing
in a whisper
on your terms
But now sweet
his Priestess
in a satin dress
in nakedness
I weep
it's awesome now
how time is come
and I am once her's
and entirely my own
A heavy sky
a firmament
a walk in the mind
of a mighty God
I killed myself
it didn't hurt
my emotions
spin on
Make love my Darling
in coarser times
that only the Devil dare devise
A heavy sky
a firmament
a walk in the mind
of a mighty God
I killed myself
it didn't hurt
my emotions
spin on
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6. |
Told You
04:26
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I am World class
I'm a pain in the ass
enters the chimp with a lit match
and a bottle of gas
thumbs grey with ash
and a bag of stamp, black
with resin on my hand
I infer myself from reactions of people around
wake up from a lay in to a hard day
of pacing the floor
each door supposes a future self
behind which, tell me, does history not eat itself alive?
I'm blind
half blind
No, I'm not blind at all
it's not 'when will he learn'
but 'when will he act on it'
the mad cat just made off with the stash
resculpting my tash
just to hide the fact my cheeks are fat
I illuminate my poetry by phone light past midnight
lighter fluid to blindside prying
history is for the winners
even the fact that I would think that makes me sigh
burn all my books literally the second that I die
I like my head with heads pinned
count the days without sin
start again tomorrow just to reach the fabled one
I really have been something else
in pursuit my highest self
the silver spoon worked its way clean out of my mouth
the townsfolk sharpen their pitchfork
just to chase me out of town
I never get why my career couldn't start and stick around
I never understand when people actually like my songs
I never understand why we all just play along
There's a deity and a chimpanzee waging a war in me
little do they know
my ambivalence just took the back door
my ambitions are pure
or purely cos it felt good
but when it opens like a rosebud
I'm the first to say it's God
I still wake up with my soul sat like a crone on my oesophagus
that didn't stop me though
the verdict didn't change a thing
the doctor says I'm 'probably fine'
but I know sometimes I'm burning alive
ambitions pure
or purely cos I wanted to
or sometimes just to see what happens when I do
or sometimes just to test if the people who love me still would
oh, my history's drenched through like a whore
I didn't have lives just to give myself to every one
but find myself fumbling at this one
just for things to do
and in creation like Love or songs
the noise reached a fever pitch and I couldn't stop it if I tried
my parents are looking older
I hate the fucking television
but every screen's the same
bah bah goes the train
I'm the centre of existence and I'm bound to the tube
I live in the recesses my ego abides
Man, it's as big as the moon
remember I told you
burn all my books literally the second that I die
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7. |
Two Way Doors
05:22
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My sushi train a warning for all orders of exhaustion
financially I guess
if I cannot face the oven
the deference is marginal to the only shade of red
rationalised by omega-3 content
A realistic lover whom to set my soul upon
probing at my preaching, Revelation 7:1:
"If righteousness is easy
well it's not at all fulfilling"
I don't need Hollywood
I need genuine love
I live now in reality where anything can happen
several things I hadn't seen that now I wish I hadn't
the mother of whom is riding me and will be 'til I die
reminding me above all else swings the pull of time
A part of me is flattered that this love is so permissing
if I take you contextually you'll love me with condition
it isn't your compliance that is keeping me from slipping
the breadth and all
without clause
and without imposition
A realistic lover whom to prove my soul inside
probing at my preaching, Revelation 7:5:
"It's your time I'm coming for"
We are all
one and all
two way doors
powder and wine
slick and honey
but we wade on
A part of me is flattered that this love is so permissing
if I take you contextually you'll love me with condition
it isn't your compliance that is keeping me from slipping
the breadth and all
without clause
and without imposition
A realistic lover whom to put my soul inside
probing at my preaching, Revelation 7:9:
"It's your time I'm coming for"
I live now in reality where anything can happen
several things I hadn't seen that now I wish I hadn't
the mother of whom is riding me and will be 'til I die
reminding me above all else swing the tits of time
Revelation; 'fuck it all' :
"It's your time I'm coming for"
We are all
one and all
two way doors
powder and wine
slick and honey
but we wade on
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8. |
Smaller Flames
03:42
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I know we say this all the time
but I would die to see you
there's part of me I only know in you
I am who I am in someone else's eye
it's easier when life goes through
It stares from every angel
it stares from every bird
how heavy and how quickly it is come
I do love you baby
but I have smaller flames
I keep in everyone
Dear I do want you to know
that to me you're the most beautiful
like a whirlwind in the ocean
or a dolphin on the shore
out of place but somehow more
When the demon found me
I bought it like a fool
my gentle days and my golden curls
I promised I was done more than once
how soon my songs are gone
It stares from every angel
it stares from every bird
how heavy and how quickly it is come
I do love you baby
but I have smaller flames
I keep in everyone
Dear I do want you to know
that to me you're the most beautiful
like a whirlwind in the ocean
or a dolphin on the shore
out of place but somehow more
And when it is all done and I am judged
will it not be by the weight of my love?
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9. |
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My footsteps fall out the end of my legs
my words are just consensuses
if this log flume architect refuses to accept
that his distaste for adrenaline
has literally everything to do with the loop-de-loop
I now vomit wildly upon
I may never fall in love with everyone
you have a chance to see who you'll become
In general terms speaking about interconnection
because that's how I want to be seen
but my archive is keeping me out the present
I have to admit it's beating yesterday
and it's all in front of me
I fail to see how it's relevant anyway
Just give me a very honest woman
but one who reflects me
bold enough to break my heart if hers would demand it
of me
My footsteps fall out the end of my feet
my words are just consensuses
if this log flume architect refuses to accept
his distaste for adrenaline
has literally everything to do with loop-de-loop
I now vomit wildly upon
I may never fall in love with everyone
I may never fall in love with everyone
you have the chance to see who you'll become
you have the chance to see who you'll become
I swear the future just eats itself and falls into oblivion
when you accept you're just facing the sum of everything
[that] ever happened
I got a lot to chew upon where I'm going everyone does
I got a lot to chew upon where I'm going everyone does
if you accept me as your husband you will have to watch me die
and it might be easier to burn when you're living a lie
but do you ever live when you try?
my mirror is just reflecting the love I put inside
the pull of an ocean
that's keeping me standing on my mountain
speaking in general terms about the gift
of God's given quantum* entanglement
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10. |
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Sleep paralysised and almost certain
you're normally a first responder
when I wake up heavy and frozen
screaming your name
as loud as a corpse
and 'wake me up'
Interdimensional bigfoot is stood on the end of our bed
tucking in his serviette
and I'm still certain my saviour
is normally a faster responder
when the darkness coalesce
Oh man, there's blood all over my song
By now I swear I'm normally in your arms
feeling like a baby on its mum
where's 'Baby, I'm here, it's okay, wake up'?
Lower dimensional Satan
is after my bloods again
with his taste for momentum
and total lack of respect
he's holding my chin up
to mask his intent
fortitude for wine
flesh and situationally
cigarettes
Oh man, there's blood all over my song
I swear by now I'm normally in your arms
feeling like a baby on its mum
where's 'Baby, I'm here, it's okay, wake up'?
Non-traditional bonding
she's stabbing my bed again
and if these ceilings could take us
we'd probably have to arrange
a funeral for two
'cos baby it's me and you
don't leave me in this lonely Universe
Oh man, there's blood all over my song
By now I swear I'm normally in your arms
feeling like a baby on its mum
where's 'Baby, it's okay, I'm here, wake up'?
'Baby, it's okay, I'm here, wake up'
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11. |
New Skin
05:34
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Hallowed like new skin and I am tuning up
funnels down I get a sense for him
and music is just the skin mine takes
If the damage was done when I was young
why his persistence?
and who is this second voice to question?
I am one moment a giant on your chest
in the next the butcher's lamb
Hallowed like new skin and I am tuning up
the World is not out there it is between us
from an elevation accounted for on threads least questioned
My tone now is hers and my own
the things I cannot suck into flame
and those who'll live after my reign
Single instances of light
single instances of light
single instances of light
single instances of light
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