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it finally came home
equal and opposite
settling scores
it’s a cruel thing
the exchange of the eyes
it’s confusing
when you’re missing the storyline
up from the ashes rise all the questions
while simpletons peddle slick packaged lies
from tiny-mind titles bought from the shadows
jerking the strings of a giant inclined
to a fool thing
the exchange of the eyes
and it’s soothing
to fight fire with...
out on the tarmac the turbines are howling
singing of envelopes laced with black hope
raise up your hands to trace empty sockets
circular patterns that bring it all home
it’s a sure thing
the exchange of eyes
it’s burning
you’re playing with...
two empty holes on the face of an island
empty as life facing gunmetal cold
as empty and still as the grave of a stranger
as empty and still as things never told
empty as words like freedom and justice
empty as minds lead by the storm
empty as scores that can never be settled
empty as veins running with scorn
as empty as bellies of children in deserts
vacuums where hatred is waiting to bloom
black and as empty as night city skyline
black and as charred as hiroshima’s doom
as black as a rescue sealed in the rubble
lives coming down like rain in the streets
as black as an airplane of innocent travelers
blown into dust over persian seas
as black as the smoke in a tiny village
black as a yellow star sewn to your sleeve
black as the walls of a prison camp oven
as black and as burning as palestine’s grief
how many eyes of black empty vengeance?
filled with a fury that’s driving it home
grope in your darkness to seize on an answer
and you will find nothing but black
angry holes
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2. |
Barely Breathing
03:28
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barely breathing on the floor the light it trickles in
the air is going grey
the town is getting thin
tap out all the symbols it takes a little time
press send and let it go boy you’re doing fine
on and off the satellites will sing to scattered tribes
coffins and empty cradles flickering to life
one two three four
one two three
count out loud and then you breathe
vanishing point power-lines and rails gone red at dawn
blinding wings shimmering between the earth and sun
from place to trace to long embrace to suddenly goodbye
you close the distance to a wound while others open wide
and every teeming platform
and every crowed gate
will haunt you with familiar eyes to tempt and tear away
one two three four
one two three
count out loud and then you breathe
and you come to the place
and you feel ‘round the space
absence is a trace
what has gone has a shape
one two three four
one two three
count out loud and then you breathe
one two three four
one two three
count out loud and then you bleed
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3. |
She Hope You Under
03:59
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you make with open hand
still
she cannot stand
she coil up full of rage
she got ice black
she got cool as stone
hard as hate
she unfold
you caught the soft side
clear and streamin’ pain
she turn her curse to make it safe
see those eyes right open
those tears lead to dust
she open smile black with blood
you will summon all your grace
she will cut without a trace
you will bend and she will take
you will give and she will brake
she don’t like that wonder
she don’t like that hope
she gonna push you under
she gonna watch you choke
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Amy's Song
03:05
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out on the surface
where the cities edges gleam
there’s a pulling
a pulling down stream
on bending traces
of orange arching
air
ashes join the night river’s face
and grief will whisper
wherever you will go
it explodes where you throw to the wind
a house gone empty
the simple fallen frame
the photos crumble and fade
grown to dust
and scattered in the breeze
absence is a lasting trace
are you homesick for the wind and the
gentle gestures of the highway
and you will know the way
and your heart beats
well it takes some convincing with you my friend
you’re caught in the shape of things gone
the grey has come to settle in your hair
in your eyes
on your hands
in the cold
and nothing here is stronger now
than the reasons that you should go
and you will know the way
and your heart beats
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All Too Seriously
03:02
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all too seriously she says
leaping from a bed
stilling her hips
wiping her lips
and it’s not about the boys that came
and went
or what they say she meant
she can’t be serious
and she was taught that all that matters
are pretty things to leave in tatters
and so she goes from face to face
grinding out her state of grace
all too seriously she sighs
staring through your eyes
lost in the drink
close to the brink
too scared to think
but it’s not about the child that came
and went
she’s let that rest
she can’t be serious
she has learned some things
don’t matter
that what you hold can beat and batter
and there’s one thing that’s very sure
going numb’s the perfect cure
all too seriously she cries
once in a while
spinning around
all falling down
but i’m the clown
and it keeps coming due
all those black and blues
then she’s serious
and she has learned some things can’t matter
that everything is sure to shatter
that time will deepen every wound
and so it goes from womb to tomb
and everything is but a dream
and so it’s gently down the stream
merrily
merrily
merrily
merrily
don’t you love her madly?
and love will tear us apart
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6. |
Ten Days
02:28
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i drive this town
tight circles through my past
ten days till going
going fast
and i won’t linger in the doorway
ring the cemetery bell
close the window on the cold
and i will go forever more
from sorrow
tell the moon in the park i’ll be away
away
through the winding one ways
the drunken school mate sighs
he never made it to the door
but he was high
it’s a moment of regret
and then it’s rolling time
it’s a cool spring graduation
where winter hangs on
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leave in the dark
the air breaks hissing
all the doors are closing now
jerk and pull and the cars are catching
she slides away in the awful sound
switches change and have no mercy
the platform turns and crumbles down
a silhouette cannot make the journey
so it joins the dying town
cool and grey a wound is opened
all the world comes rushing in
black and choked with cigarettes and questions
this train begins to tear again
how many stops from here to london?
what distance from a dying town?
rails joined in perfect separation
the earth curves
and the whistle howls
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Drift
02:34
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and we drift around the sun
it’s still
and we round and round
at the corner
take your place
the city moans
the ground shakes
traffic moves through time and space
green amber red
your moments fade
the earth curves and spins away
a pirouette
the points change
the signal regulates the flow
the pushing faces come and go
strangers in converging streets
go brushing by
but you will wait
a smooth ellipse across the source
the bodies move
the light is caught
and while you wait for open road
a tiny night is coming home
the shadow of this passing day
will meet you on the curb again
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Melancholy and bright blue
i couldn’t help but notice
the sky makes its way through the stars
it’s an uncertain point of view we’ve got here
i don’t know why they tell us any different anyway
cause it’s summer’s last stand
and a warm autumn day
and a song left incomplete
its melancholy and bright blue
through and through and through
its melancholy and bright blue
it’s through and through and through
but seriously now
i’ve lost the punch-line
the moon floats into a bar
and the woman behind the counter says
you must remember this
a kiss is but a kiss
but an hour
that’s something different
all the same
i can’t remember the name of this place
it went something...
something...
a terrible beauty
it goes right through me
its melancholy and bright blue
through and through and through
its melancholy and bright blue
through and through i’m through
there once was a boy
who came up with a game
you take any word and repeat it
and soon you will find
it all slips away
and there you will have a meaning
its melancholy and bright blue
through and through and through
its melancholy and bright blue
i’m through i’m through i’m through
mimsy were the boroughgroves
pay no attention to the man behind
the curtain
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how long from the cusp to the rushing air?
the faces blur into one long scar
it mouths the words to who we are
the calls are made
the lights are flashing
another shuffles from the coil
gone
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Michael Bassett Bath, UK
With soaring vocals and powerful-yet-delicate guitarwork, Michael Bassett combines the raw catharsis of modern indie, the world-wise acoustic lilt of classic folk and the virtuosity of progressive rock on his Eschatone debut, puddleskinwaving, and his wonderful sophomore release, Soft Verges. ... more
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