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Three Million Years
02:59
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It’s been the end so many times
But we always find new ways to try
Our tuning forks hum far and wide
We dive into singing bowls of water
A soft moon landing
Craters you create can leave you tamping
And if you chose to roll out the rock bed
You won’t believe what they thought of next
I’ll see you again
In three million years
Look after my things
Like I looked after yours
I’ll see you again
In three million years
In a timeline that works
In a future thats yours
Buried in an arcade machine
Uncancel all my favourite music for me
Fresh cans from local breweries
Holding hands with each other tighter than we should be
Let's have a party
With a safe space, if it gets nasty
Buffet from an all vegan deli
Try these they taste just like real meat
I’ll see you again
In three million years
Look after my things
Like I looked after yours
I’ll see you again
In three million years
In a timeline that works
In a future thats yours
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Insect Sex
04:22
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As much in common
As Autumn and Spring
He sees the geese in vees
She sits listening to the birds sing
I’m mow moaning
Strimming the stepping stones
Maintaining to cultivate
Growing groans
If I’d have only known
The deep end was so shallow
I’d u-turn and yearn for you
Glad to disown my...
Folded in the sheets
The requisite to compromise
Fruit flies and mosquitos
Gather round the embers
Write to him as a child
Subside silt with silk where she lays
Soil and wood
Lavender and Tobacco
Books quiet on the page
Flags fly but they say nothing
The moon is flush
Craving the morning
Soft lines, Floral plates
Guillotine cheeks and date rape
Gaslight shadows playing tricks
Behind the eye
Hive mind fried
via cross contamination
Crucifications abide
Such an unpleasant forecast
If I’d have only known
The deep end was so shallow
I’d u-turn and yearn for you
Glad to disown my...
Clotted in the cream
The compost of our demise
Fruit flies and spiders
Desperate to gain entry
If I’d have only known
The deep end was so shallow
I’d u-turn and yearn for you
Sad to claim my throne
Embossed in the press
The requisite to compromise
Insects of all shape and size
Trying to get inside
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Fluoxetine
03:28
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Baby’s living the dream
Baby’s got Fluoxetine
She’s as cool and serene
As a desert in widescreen
Tattered battle jacket in the wash
Rabbit in the full beam
Taught strands and cancelled plans
She makes it look too easy
It’s cool. I’m hooked.
It’s cool. I’m shook.
Come near me
I’m nearly
Crying loud enough
For you to hear me
I’m yours
Sincerely
Control, Alt
And delete
I’m Floating
In the dead sea
My usual
Repartee
Doors closed but
Locks broken
I hope I’m
Not imposing
Baby’s living the dream
Baby’s got Fluoxetine
She’s as cool and serene
As a desert doused in kerosine
Rattled satellites finish last
Living fast like James Dean
Forth wall neanderthals
She makes me look too easy
Let’s play in our graves at the plague rave
Can’t be annoyed at the philosophy
Where’s the logic in you being mean
That’s not my bag that’s your colostomy
It’s cool. I’m hooked.
It’s cool. I’m shook.
Come near me
I’m nearly
Crying loud enough
for you to hear me
I’m yours
Sincerely
Control, Alt
And delete
I’m Floating
In the dead sea
My usual
Repartee
Doors closed but
Locks broken
I hope I’m
Not imposing
Come near me
I’m nearly
Crying loud enough
for you to hear me
I’m yours
Faithfully
Whatever you do
Received gratefully
I’m Floating
In mid air
Let’s splinter
Let’s split hairs
Screens frozen
During loading
I know I’m over
Indulging
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Bookend
03:17
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A sauntering amble
Finished in an amber hue
One inimitable task
You bring to the table
More than a minute a mile
I come to and fro
I’m always walking home
Bookend to bookend
Ejected into the quarantine quiet’s
Private silence, a natural compliance
Ten toes through the sucker free zones
Freezing beacons reason with rhinestoned milestones
Back to base, sick exile, I bounce
Wicked eviction, dismissed is the house
Perfect purgatory, horizons observatory
Exploratory minority, me, on a jubilee spree
Oh, will you clap on the latch
If you lose your key
One inimitable task
You bring to the table
An impassioned crawl
Going here and there
I’m always walking home
Bookend to bookend
Bookend to bookend
A dividend spend
If the latency wains
We’ll drown all our sorrows
Bookend to bookend
Our own oratories
Oh, the vacancy chains
Will crown all our glories
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4-Track
03:29
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Security update
Soothing souvenir key ring
Old pouch purse with a worn magnetic clasp
Mangey velvet mothball aromas
Daisy’s cottage
With the walls made out of ice cream
Cups of tea and sugar cubes
That wouldn’t dissolve
Yellowed papers
Vintage car rusts in the veg patch
Can I have a hand crossing the main road
Waiting for that last click of teenage hope
Having a right old time, watching time die
Pencil winding the tape and the skip smoke
gives soft focus to the street light outside
Pasted in the freeze state
Chocolate milk and vodka
Night of the right off
Met the neon wanker at the landfill
Vanessa’s village
Radio taped to the breaks
Workshop lubricant
Sharp shards of corrugated slate
Browned in oil
A workshop set in time
All things a must
On the four track
Kept alive by memories on my heels
Your mouth and eyes
Forever staining my heart
Pardons please, neither of us know what we’re doing
But thanks at least for having us try
You were us once, we’re just trying to be like you
or at least what we imagine it to be like
Spring-loaded hormones
Hot brow it to your pick up
No visits left so write a poem
The whirring of the reel invigorates
Every time, a soft cool evening
Damp tarmac in amber shades
Kids kissing
In the shadows of the plain
Owed to the florescence
Of their duel wheeled freedom
Make shift Man Ray
Hides a cigar up his sleeve
All things at once
On the four track
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Toxic Positivity
04:22
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Don’t need your toxic positivity
Don’t want your self belief
Just so you can feel relief
You don’t have to worry ‘bout me
Don’t want that toxic positivity
If I feel grief then I will grieve
Please just let me seethe in peace
I’ll be less alone after you leave
I won’t be cheated
Until I have completed
Kneeling defeated
Can’t beat this feeling
Dive in at the deep end
Ignoring all your reasoning
Can’t beat them join in
To my disappointment
Don’t gaslight me
even if you do believe
There’s no I in self esteem
Don’t interrupt the way I seem
Don’t pat me on the back and nod
You went through something similar once
Scrunch up your eyes and sympathise
And don’t even think about a greetings card
Don’t need your toxic positivity
You can’t pin that smile on me
Let’s wallow in mundanity
Make a salad with your beanstalk seeds
Don’t want that toxic positivity
Cut myself and it’s my blood I bleed
I refuse to hear your therapy
You won’t see me same time next week
I won’t be cheated
Until I have completed
Kneeling defeated
Can’t beat this feeling
Just let me revel
Rebel and wrestle
Let me be angry
‘Cos underneath I’m happy
Toxic positivity
Toxic positivity
Your words just wash over me
Keep your toxic positivity
Toxic positivity
Toxic positivity
Just give me 5 minutes please
I’ve got that toxic positivity
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Moonlighting
02:41
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Be thankful for every second
Thankful for every third
Hanging on every presence
Strung out on every word
Longing for loans of language
Living for limpid lays
Strong armed in a cadence concurring
Set like a trap in the glade
Travel in a natural 2 step
Gathered in wonder raves (wonder raves)
Dreams of turgid lectures
Diorama deaths, a deacon dazed
You’re still in a type of sun
Just the warmth comes from a cold front
Days will take more of you soon
The nights will be blunt and candescent
Condensed regressions
In opposing sessions
Hanging on every presence
Late for every lesson
Lions that lie in legions
Lightning strikes a knife edge of cohesion
Any excuse for every reason
Smoking pressed petals in secret
You’re still in a type of sun
Just the warmth comes from a cold front
Days will take more of you soon
The nights will be blunt and candescent
You’re still in a type of sun
Just the warmth comes from a cold front
Coolant moon, Coolant moon
Through the blinds the sky is yours and mine
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Night Bible
02:54
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Midnight chemist with the bloodworm blemish
He thinks he’s bonded, Man’s talking Flemish
This Dennis has a fetish in-which-he’s the sexiest tempest
An apprentice leftist lettuce, will soon need a dentist
Best message his mrs, before getting down to business
His fingers twisted into a fist, man misses
Hot kisses on knuckles, now blistered
Call him Chuckles, pain killers administered
Preaching from the Night Bible
Profits announcing his revival
String vest chest uploaded to the net
Epic epidemic, mans gone viral
Preaching from the Night Bible
Saliva rifle like a primal idol
Beating his chest til cardiac arrest
Man gets recycled
Allowed out
The loud mouth
Counts down to
Over and out
Downtown
The loud mouth
Counts down to
Apocalypse now
Midnight zealot acting all jealous
He thinks he’s Biggles, where’s his propellers?
A menace fencing, against all best will
Mattress nil, no sheet, no quilt
The Bed he laid himself, one bad nights sleep
His alarm beeps, the bird beaks tweet
Life is no mean feat
When we eat the cheapest meat, in the cheap seats
Preaching from the Night Bible
Ee Gromit, Wallace is suicidal
Driving to the vets and everyones depressed
A fatal dose of Nytol
Preaching from the Night Bible
Rife is the guilt of the survivor
All month spent in a muck spreaded scent
Paris gets an eye-full
Allowed out
The loud mouths
Count down to
Send in the clowns
Allowed out
The loud mouths
Count down to
Oven ready meltdown
Preaching from the Night Bible
Peddling fast on the nitrogen cycle
Music to our ears, confirms our fears
I’ve got that on vinyl
Preaching from the Night Bible
An archetypical trifle
For want of another title
For our supposedly spiteful rivals
Allowed out
The loud mouth
Counts down to
Over and out
Downtown
The loud mouths
Count down to
Apocalypse now
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Steps
03:10
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Count your steps
Set your mind at rest
You can save your spark
For the lamps light tomorrow
On the stairs
I can still hear you there
I’m never on your own
When the walls are this thin
There’s no such thing
As a one way swing
On back-foot steps
It’s the motion keeps you going
Now’s not the time to think
An hour in one long blink
On the backdoor step
Tooing and froing
Now’s not the time to change
You don’t need to be brave
‘Cos you are safe
I’m only a few steps away
The dark night returns
The air is so cold it burns
Best thing for now
Just be thankful you have shelter
On the stairs
I can hear you there
I fall asleep
Convinced that you’re still with me
There’s no such thing
As a one way swing
On a backdoor step
You’ll turn to stone if you’re that stubborn
Now’s not the time to think
Eight hours in one long blink
Coming up the drive after
Tooing and froing
Now’s not the time to change
There’s no need to be brave
‘Cos you’re safe
I’m only a few steps away
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Limited Parade
03:26
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All for one of nothing
Furniture of war
Slipped up on anticipation
I pop the claw
I’m still seeing red
About last night and what was said
A Lazarus’s sun tan
Drafted in your head
A red hot dating streak
A vengeful past manifests
Spent time with the brazenly meek
And you’re still a boy at heart
Grown up in his mind
Catfish and birds of prey
Life in his own lone neighbourhood
On Limited Parades
Anabolic hormones
For the souls
Stood up in treaded water
and salt cologne
I’m already in the red
An adult in the debt index
Hear the iridescent séance
of mammalian sound
Threads of x-rated speak
Uneventful past manifests
Too much time in the freezer aisle
But you’re still a boy at heart
Blown up in his mind
Catfish and birds of prey
Life on his own pavilion
Behind Limited Parades
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S.O.S.
03:46
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A Brockworth breakfast of hot Bockwurst
A shot in the salty sausage arm
Gone sponge soft
Clambering to the soffit
Washing in the gutter
Bursting blisters into boiling brine
Brechtian Alienation
Caffeined scalp sodomite
with Shiny object syndrome
Irritates my sisters ulcers
The answer is anybodies
Up for grabs my hands are above my head
And the plans have been scrapped
Living off re-caps
The pillows flat, my dream is golden aged
I’ve lost my imaginary friend
I can’t just make a new one
It takes too long
You have to build them from the inside outward
Out and about in the evening
The seasons out of reasoning
It was seasoned at the beginning
Now it’s crawling to injury time
Rinsed cold an iron grey
Tempered steam, Leaking vapour
like evaporated dew of
Flowers violently preserved
All the things I panic bought
Past their sell by and have started to turn
Strawberry and Coffee cremes are all thats left
of the quality street
I miss my dog more than I can write down
or say out loud
or sing about
I miss him so much, my life feels like an unnecessary epilogue
I wish there was still a basket of wool
and tens of different sized knitting needles
living by the waste paper bin at the side of the sofa
Rocking back and forth
twiddling thumbs
Got some nice chicken
Thought we could have sandwiches
Sat across from each other on a hungover Sunday
It was the best therapy, the tea,
the dish washer swills
Solitaire and online banking on an old laptop before I leave
You ask for updates on my friends
Always keen to know the gossip
The only problems I don’t tell you
are often my own
I’m excellent at repression
I store things away until they bubble over
All going off at once
like an accident in a firework factory
I call it washing machine brain
As they spin around like a tornado
and I’m stuck in the eye
watching it all fast forward
I’m really bad at chess
But I love playing
It feels natural to lose
Although I have this ego
It’s a self serving service
a pinnacle of under promise
all potential apologised for
first to be ill-informed
A human missed call
A feeble failed fumble
At five foot four
Heart going four to the floor
A panic attack twat
A novelty mouse mat
A hit the road Jack
A ship that sank
A crank
A hack
A who’s that
Tanked
Wack
Just really really bad
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