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Dogless Dogwalk

by Dan Cooper

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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
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
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
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
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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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
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
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
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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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
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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Written and recorded between October 2020 and March 2021 during Lockdowns. In memory of Beck the Springer Spaniel.

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released April 2, 2021

All tracks written and recorded by Dan Cooper except additional production on Tracks 13 & 14 by Charlie Baxter and Track 15 by Sam Rose. Additional vocals on Track 11 by Hayley Wise. Paintings by Dan Cooper.

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