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Heat Ring
04:38
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Something fell through my letterbox today
A small brown package, containing a ring
I have waited weeks for this day
I saved my coupons with pride
From the backs of cereal boxes
And in the end it all paid off
Because I’ve got a free weekend
And all my hopes are being outperformed
There’s a mystic sense when you’re out in public
Your plastic band radiating heat
Invisible heat
Boiling blood out in the middle of the street
I’m a restless machine waiting
For something good to happen
I saw the Virgin Mary
In a piece of toast
I didn’t believe that I could be saved
My allowance, a pittance of pain
Planting the seed, burning the brain
The plight of the sun-kissed mammals
I awoke from a dream in which I was trying to find my way back
A sightless kid accosted me with urgent ramblings, something about a bomb
I got up to take a pee, head throbbing, the walls came crashing down
I’m spilling out, I’m spilling out
I didn’t want my wife to know
A turd floating in jelly
The apsic dream through which I wade
A felt hammer to the head feels comforting
I hid my hand in my pocket
You’re losing track of threads
Lying awake in vomit
Living but dead
Weeks pass I watch the victim count rise
A military illness, senseless, contrived
Where do you go when the stakes are so high?
(You push them higher)
I got cocky
The most difficult thing
Is the short time we had together
A clumsy one-off in the face of my nemesis
The gift became lost into a storm drain forever
I’m just a boy whose finger got caught
Degloved at the height, ambition cut short
Morphine talking in the back of the ambulance
I asked myself: ‘Could it be a dancing plague?’
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2. |
Professional Conduct
05:23
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Now we’re in the earth’s twilight
It’s not without its highlights
I lost ten pounds on the big fight
Torn from a clover, my luck is over
Staying out of the spotlight
A subterranean luddite
On the factory floor
Lack of refinement, it’s not a science
Taking apart the machine
From the outside it’s mighty clean
I root around on the inside
I’m free
I’ve put it down to boredom
And the rule of the warden
Tired of working the lathe
I think I’ve had it
So I put a spanner into it
And tore up the meeting minutes
But on the way out I blew it
Bungled the operation
Taking apart the machine
From the outside it’s mighty clean
They root around on the inside of me
Hooked up to a machine
One hundred and twenty volts
Time passing by so quickly
The first cut hurt a little
It’s like a new kind of love
Without the inevitable pain that it implies through absence
Come on and cure my scatterbrain
I let go of something in that moment
Felt like a ball and a chain
Had loosened
Different but the same
I’m doing eighty words a minute
My car knowledge is infinite
When something’s broken I bin it
I’m a disciple of the new bible
Reorientation
And spectral visitation
They’re offering salvation
I turned my head to listen
Then I said to the spirit
“I’ll be down in a minute”
I turned on the television
And scratched at the incision
This professional conduct
Is more than a dream
It’s becoming a map for my nerves
Now you see
This world on loop feels pretty nice
I’ve got every pleasure device
To keep on picking me up
Like cold cola and ice
Hit the waves on pleasure beach
I want to ride on that highway
For days and days and days
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3. |
On Notice
02:46
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When the cops had cleared the street he went back to his business
Fallen from the peak as he looked for the way out
Brushing himself off before he carried on walking
Sinking to the bottom
It’s a wonder he can even speak
Yeah it’s a dream
Push the rolling stone up to the top
It's falling back on me
I was flirting with the truth in my subjective bubble
The fountain of youth had lost its water supply
The doorway of the tomb is becoming part of us
We can just roll with it
And we’ll rock around the Christmas tree
Yeah it’s a dream
Joking to myself
As I crawl out from underneath the debris
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4. |
Atomic Football
03:47
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I just wanted to know
How it feels to feel nothing at all
The city's full of circling crows
Eye sockets with no macula
I didn't want to stay
I thought of running away
Now I'm detaching my brain
The tyre on the lake
The towers melting away
In chromatic haze
We're reverting to clay
Atomic football
Feel it coming down
Losing control
Atomic football
Bodies all around
Bathe in the glow
Atomic football
Be my baby now
Let's hit the road
Atomic football
Think I'm coming down
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5. |
Clairvoyant
04:45
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Blinded children, of which I’m one
Mostly dead, underground
We’re the last few hangers on
Now we orbit round a different sun
Paths converging into one
Have become indivisible
Split apart the nucleon
Taking our sight, enhancing cognition
Four thousand years
Or maybe one
Future-proof sigil
The world ablaze
Looking out at
The end of days
A quarter dead
Can’t turn away
No longer can
We turn the train
You used to worship the sun
Now you play god in front of everyone
Refining the rule of thumb
Just get your dirty hands off of that smoking gun
Terraforming to become
The clay creatures of a dying star
Treated like an alien
We mumble to ourselves, out of body and tongue
We felt the love of the bomb
And now it’s killing our sun
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6. |
Weaver St
04:33
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We met at a seance
In a room behind the shopping front
The steady hand of a doctor of
I don’t know what
Then he spoke to me
The dulcet tones of an English disease
Profane ceremony
A cold wind blew and the clock stopped
Unfamiliar speech
Convulsions, bending of knees
A hand pointing a finger
A disembodied scream
The table stood like a lectern
With no scripture to be seen
The candles had all gone out
The air had started to freeze
He said:
“I am the priest
The lord of the damned and deceased”
Upon revealing this dark trick
From up his sleeve
The sigil of Baphomet is seen
That night in a million dreams
Making tar of the firmament
To drip down on the Holy See
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7. |
Grapevine Cross
02:51
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I cried when it got thrown away
There was a sense of loss
I hadn’t had to handle till that day
And although my hand was flayed
I scoured empty gutters
To find my little plastic mate
I searched for one with which I could replace
But they don’t make them any more
So I’m feeling resigned to my fate
And either way, it wouldn’t be the same
I am still tethered to past
My existential frame
It’s hard to give a shit
I’m biting on my bottom lip
Some idiot destroyed the blueprints
Now my hope lies in the tip
It’s hard to give a shit
I’m biting on my bottom lip
A future now unfurls
All stemming from that momentary blip
I’m nullified but I still can’t forget
I couldn’t press the switch
To mitigate the avalanche effect
I have my name to defend
But there’s a gap between
The holy moniker and the electric sea
Drifting without a friend
I think I’ve been here before
So I know just how the story ends
I would return to you in an instant
Like a grapevine cross
With its arms outstretched
It hits home now and then
I’ll never see that thing again
I change into new clothes
The days go on and on again, but slow
I tried a thousand times
To pull the ring out of the slime
But only Henry knows
The locations where no one else will go
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8. |
Buffet Memorial
02:36
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The doctor doesn't answer
I haven't seen him for weeks
Should I be worried?
A lot haven’t survived
The dull buzzing from over the mountain
Spills out and down again
I hurry home alone
Fry me in oil and garlic
Simmer me all day in a pot
Battered and served on Fridays
A lemon wedge on top
It's not clear which way the river flows
It's not been clear for years
Empty nets piled up
The last stains of wine
As the tunnel loops back and round on itself
Fry me in oil and garlic
Simmer me all day in a pot
Battered and served on Fridays
A lemon wedge on top
I got your letter
The parts I was allowed, I read, stomach rumbling
Dreaming of our reunion feast
Try not to forget
That things can change
For the better
Not just for the worse
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9. |
Return to You
02:47
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I’ve been under duress
For far too long, laying in bed
I’ve been pushed I’ve been shoved
Escorted outside, no feeling of love
I’ve been trying to get through to you
With no reply, just give me a clue
Trying to level the table
The legs are all fucked, unstable but
I don’t want to run
Return to you
I took a walk on a Sunday
Sun in the sky, slipping away
Let down, feeling screwed
The clouds up above burst my balloon
I stood and willed the formation to change
I had all the time and nothing to play for
A premonition of rain
Coming down, it’s always the same
Time moves at a different pace
Months bending, cracking under
All the stress and all the strain
I carried on, which was a blunder because
I don’t want to run
Return to you
I took a walk on a Sunday
Sun in the sky, slipping away
The river shines in a different hue
Running like blood, returning to you
I don’t want to run
Return to you
We’re scrapping all the plans we made
Turning our backs on the power play
I don’t know if I’ll keep up the fight
I’m working it out, but I know it’s alright
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10. |
Coronation
04:05
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Bound to my bed
Don’t they know who I am
The eye of the bird that's above
I see all you sinners
Coronation
I am the only saint
Coronation
Nobody loves me
I’m feeling sick
Your criminal ways
I am in disbelief
I lay out the facts
Coronation
I am the only saint
Coronation
Nobody loves me
I look at the mirror by the door, are you ashamed to be seen with me
I dream of cold winter days, in deepest Siberia
I lock the unopened presents in the chest
I keep the key held tight under my head
The sins of the flesh will rot your head
A bird for the pot, feathers in the stock
Remembering
What's overdue
The whole truth is
A point of view
A stroke of luck
To be renewed
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11. |
Terminal Love-In
05:22
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The jury’s out on the long-lasting damage
So let me hold on my madonna’s hand
We only want to consummate the marriage
With aggregate demand
The perfect pills we took for our ambition
To move to the forefront from the background
A turning point for love without condition
Energising sound
Now I’m doing what I want
Caught up in bliss
Chewing on stringy meat
There’s no place like this
Paralysed by choice I take another sip
I’ve been racking my brain for so long
The father’s flesh is on my breath and I feel
Pretty good for a moment in time
But not enough for this terminal love-in
We need a new sublime
I see a kaleidoscope of officials
Grinning ear to ear, they’re all around
Limbs dissolving in the water I tread
Will live on in the cloud
Stop this train I want to get off
We’re fully motionless I later realise
And what can I say
This desire in my heart flits between
Mutually assured destruction
And utopian dreams
And fantasy
And peace
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
I wish I never knew what it was
Freedom
It’s what we see
It's what we want
Freedom from what?
We’re just a bunch of freaks
With all the class and social capital of the elites
It feels like a portal to hell has opened
And we’ve climbed in with both feet
I’m beginning to feel like this psychic war was actually quite a good idea
Hey administrator, is this the type of carnal knowledge that you seek?
The moment cave paintings foretold
Could be fucking anything
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