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Portmanteau

by Scrambled Limbs

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1.
Do you see what I see? Blue glaze spread across their face Oh how it drips mindlessly from their lolling tongues I never felt like coming home All I wanted was the edge Perpetual semblance of events With no resemblance of an end They'll place their TV just so in front of the window 'Cause real life ain't got nothing on the imaginary Tune your station to the same frequency They'll place their candles just so in front of the window 'Cause real life ain't got nothing on the imposed Twist your head round and round and round Round and Round and Round and Round and Round and Round and Round....
2.
Tincture 03:18
Creature of the light, flicker in my eyes, dedicate your mind to the task in hand Echoes in the night of each tiny thought, separate the lies from the genuine article Tincture and static Tincture of facets Diction and design provide an alibi, a separation of person and procedure Fiction realised, playing out the role, just tell me what I'm meant to be Terrible namesake I thought I knew who you were Tincture and static Tincture of facets Creature of the night, playing out the role, separate the lies from the genuine article.
3.
Shift my feet - is this how I view this part of me tonight? Paper thin, turn the page to view it in 3D. In time, you'll suspect a perspective fallacy, an alteration of telepathy Juggler's despair Float with me, in the ether we exist as one or not at all Draw your sky, fill it from each burst of the spray can In time, you'll create a different kind of world Where landscapes are invisible A simple change of mind.
4.
Plasterboard 04:39
I haven't yet talked to God, and anyway I'm not sure what I'd say: "Hello Sir, good day"? My charisma's drying up, my will to talk is gone The fountain of my youth empty and forgotten Oh my former days I need to be knocked down, brick by brick, and rebuilt from the bottom "Dear God, make it quick!" I've lost my foundations, my plasterboard's in ruins Decorated well but inside a shell Oh my former days I suppose we're all the same, eventually At least I've found the one, my forever and a day You'll talk to God for me, you'll support my wooden frame The fountain of my youth is with me most days Oh my former days
5.
Crumpled frames in a state of array Loose lens focusing memories Lying dormant, oh what they have seen... ---- Lonely solitary walks, can drowning lives better led Self improvement left to rust, one more endless waste of time Vicious words spat in disgust - "Why did you fuck me around?" Surveying through till light ---- Compelled to watch but never inspect Observing decay without regard Served their purpose now discarded and free ---- A car pulls over in the night, one hand reaches to the latch Shuts the passenger inside, screams muffled pinned prisoner A window smashes in the struggle, lacerate, release the lock Bloodied girl flees out of sight ---- Take a last look around Did you still wish to see? Imagine if you'd forever face the rot Powerless to do anything but watch? Oh...
6.
The smell of the past, a flash in the heart, my god my eyes do deceive? The stroke of the hour, a twilight encounter with death's creeping shadow Every step drags me through the mind's fresh hell, devil in persuit The narrowing path, the overhang arch... Swallow and spit me out That shapeless smile, those squinting eyes baring down on my soul... The Witch on Hyde Park Ridge My oppressive periphery I could never dare to run away If I even tried to move my feet my proximity would be depraved So blind your eyes and face your worldly sins The meeting time is nigh... The Witch on Hyde Park Ridge
7.
In the late summer he wept for his old regrets Oh how his hands and aged - fingernails brittle and decayed Prints erased from years chasing pain Shaking of the thoughts, he turned back towards the sun Bathing in its warmth, how he longed to feel heat like this from human touch again Since she left he saw no reason to stay Every sign of life gave reminders of that day The times he'd contemplate how he could join her in the earth and rot in harmony The very thing he swore he'd never do "But the years have claimed far more than you knew!" ------ Walking across the same old paths littered with your hopes and dreams You smell so close, I could kiss the air... show me how to pass through and share another stroke, another stare, another breeze, another....
8.
Radiovvaves 08:13
Stretching tendons engulfing Mindless glazing acne Figure it out figure it out figure it FIGURE IT OUT FIGURE IT OUT FIGURE IT Never used to be like this He can read my thoughts transitioning through the air Radiowaves of lactation Glue us both there Tortured Liquid Imploding Broken Release Valve Figure it out figure it out figure it FIGURE IT OUT Any moment A car will pass Ripping our limbs apart Each one of you Has my thoughts (WHY WON'T YOU GIVE THEM BACK?) I miss being unique Do you wake up waist deep in others filth? Do you ever think how much filth they have of yours? Out here I'd be lost without you I'd be lost without you Out here I'd be lost without you Lost

about

This is the culmination of a few years' work, pieced together in the minutes and hours that came too few and far between. It is a vague concept album about living in a city where differences and similarities become blurred, where you lose your sense of identity and where opportunity is so tangible yet so difficult to grasp. Essentially, it attempts to tell the story of trying to find yourself and your pathway in life during your mid-twenties, exploring both the dreams and nightmares that that journey can entail.

Soundblab -"This album has sonic color to burn. It’s intense, and it is lovely. A record that searches the cosmos for the deep depth of our own humanity. 9/10"

Emerging Indie Bands - “...exploring insecurities and anxieties, with a deft skill, as, rather than leaving the listener raked with inner turmoil, the mind finds a quiet pleasure in the what could easily have become a journey of despair.”

American Pancake - "Don't underestimate the ability of a lone musician, a sole survivor making sounds that will transport you to unknown places"

Videostatic - "a darker, more bewitching exploration into inner-city disillusionment"

Songs featured on BBC Introducing Leeds, Nice Clean Quiet, MindDaze, Birthday Cake for Breakfast, Psychedelic Baby Magazine, Atom Heart Mutha, Earth Calling and Aural Delights.

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released March 9, 2018

Myself - Everything.

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Scrambled Limbs Leeds, UK

Occasionally active not so psych musician who never plays gigs. Also, bassist in Gandhi’s Hands.

New EP The Late Hour will be out on Dismembers Club 9/12/22

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