1. |
Hell Hound
02:34
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Chuck the chow down
You’ve gotta chuck the chow down
We’re off to Birnam Wood
With all our fury and sound
So chop the trees down
We’re gonna chop the trees down
We’ll tie our limbs together
And we’ll walk with a bough
Turn hellhound turn
I’ll sever your head where it’s bound
A Thane in vain
In Dunsinane
Has usurped the crown.
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2. |
Vulture
03:12
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Culture feeds the birds
It feeds the birds
Your culture feeds the birds
Our beaks will form your words
And we'll take it to the trees
We'll take it to the trees
Your culture fed the birds
It fed the birds
Your culture fed the birds
Our beaks can't form your words
And we took it to the trees
We took it to the trees
Your culture failed the birds
It failed the birds
Your culture failed the birds
Our beaks despise your words
There's confusion in the trees
Confusion in the trees
Your culture killed the birds
It killed the birds
Your culture killed the birds
Our beaks will not be heard
And we're falling from the trees
Falling from the trees
Your culture killed the birds
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3. |
Do Not Stack
03:10
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Sitting by the water
You can't go in the water
You are at a threshold of an expanse of the non chaotic
The world is behind you
And the wet non world is at your knee
Where floating things are listless
float listlessly things
not conspire orderly at your back
in a heated confabulation
Undulations score a non-march
do not stack
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4. |
Moby Man Alive
02:25
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This thundering submerged heart
a refuse for second hand sentiments
fault this life but dance in their straight lines
while the guilt’s delicate and dull and not for sharing.
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5. |
Drivers in Cars
03:19
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Drivers in cars crash into drivers in cars
wide wondering eyes stop to watch and to warm by this fiery thing.
You wipe the side and he'll clean the front
falling downstairs while they're chanting behind us to
"Roast them! Toast them! Butter them! Then post them!"
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6. |
Our Small Folded Corner
03:49
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Have you recognised patterns
as you made lists of skills and folded them down to a little corner
the same old trip wires
the same old thoughts
the same old house
and the same old door
you're encroaching on it all.
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7. |
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We can’t stand dogged culture sagging.
Lost the beacons,
Yet what screams out from our headphones?
We’re now sulking at off map locations,
Inconsolable
Feelings, shudders, ritual
We’re schooled in western misery.
Prostrated in protein form
As though our hearts were there,
Inconsolable.
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8. |
Rat At Tat Tut
01:36
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It inhabits clothes
it inhabits different clothes
sullen
quiet
no unnecessary movements.
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9. |
Paid Allowance
03:00
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They have everyone else’s liquids here.
seeing him fire those extracts at me
whack deep into the looking eye
the looking eye.
Why bring yourself here
my anxious looking eye?
There’s no will once through
times dilemmas, why
engrave the land with metal strips and pounded rivets?
You stayed behind to rummage here
the engines fixed,
gave trips home,
gave me trips to my yonder home
so I could look Into the looking eye
the looking eye.
I wheezed my answers
out to the left are parents oozing court documents out of inlets they're bleeding air into defects
You stayed behind to rummage here. the engines fixed, gave trips home, gave me trips to my yonder home . You stayed behind to rummage here. the engines fixed, gave trips home, gave me trips to my yonder home ...
so I could look Into the looking eye. the looking eye.
I wheezed my answers.
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10. |
Seagull Stitch
01:23
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The seagull stitch is wearing thin
The silk stretched out in a soldier's tin
This song's about a boy's young skin
It's rife
Rife
With puckered clams
All circumstantial
The seagull stitch is long unpicked
The silkworm perished in a tiger's fist
And all the patterns that you can't knit
They're rife
Rife
Dolphins have them
So do your laces up tight
And run into the sea
Gull
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11. |
Newts
02:01
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Oh my soul
I took the old man out without the shadow of a doubt
And now my light has disappeared
Oh my soul
It’s just this idiot kink inside me
Sired by the songs of the sisters three
Who sang my story so weirdly
That I dared not disagree
Oh my soul
I wallow in my misery.
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12. |
I Thought I Would've
02:45
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Painful,
that I understood;
I disappear -
but only
they volunteer, involuntarily -
And it seems I suggested I thought I would transform
The insane pick having kids, and
so the majority end up thinking darkly.
Hate for me, but a kiss for you.
Hate for me, yet a kiss for you?
And an appointment with TV.
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13. |
Tongue on a tooth
01:23
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Tongue on a tooth
both moving out
in the water for the
better
singing gloriously
through the choked
streets heading out over the
cross hatch plan
to the home of
our strained
age.
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14. |
That Could Be Good Yeti
01:55
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Oh yes
he managed to reverse the vortex of the water.
Hand struck
laying waste to one house
layer the low floors
layer the low floor
oh biting.
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15. |
Holy Moly
00:58
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Holy moly
I can't bear another day
where's my ghost gone
I think I've gone and kissed my ghost away.
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16. |
Scattering Meals
03:48
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Scatter these bits from meal to meal over meals
the light smashes windows
tipping wall into wall
I brushed against a thought of you
it drained the oceans
The light went from room to room leaving darkness
close the door behind you.
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17. |
My Sky
03:05
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My sky's going out
going out of sight.
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18. |
Tree Care Range
01:34
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Set the stalls for trees of eating
Fetch the fallen fruit of season
Sweat the tables for the even
Range it all
Range it all.
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19. |
Well Toned At The End
01:43
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There are happy tears
there are sad tears
there are long on and on unstoppable tears
there are grave concerns that cut through to bones
but the songs we sing from sighs and moans
we'll intone 'til the end.
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