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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....
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Tincture
03:18
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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.
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Juggler's Despair
04:50
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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.
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Plasterboard
04:39
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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
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Rainmaker Struggle
05:56
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Crumpled frames in a state of array
Loose lens focusing memories
Lying dormant, oh what they have seen...
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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
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Compelled to watch but never inspect
Observing decay without regard
Served their purpose now discarded and free
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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
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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...
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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
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Peanut Brittle
05:49
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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!"
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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....
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Radiovvaves
08:13
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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
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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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