1. |
Bertrans
05:04
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Break his hand
She broke your hand
You broke her
Feed the brain
She fed your brain
You wrote her
See a soul
You saw her soul
You stole it
And all the rest of her
A broken bundle of mirrors
Souless bastards!
Souless bastards!
Deprived of soul
Godless creatures
Ungodly features
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2. |
Outline Grey
06:52
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it is quite real
it is here to stay
i feel it pressing my lungs
i feel it aching my guts
it is no illusion
nerves out of control
and pain's throbing
bring it, come and,
bring my time to rest
it grows out of each day
it grows in outline grey
it grows, it grows, it grows,
it won't go away
roots deep in my chest
breathing life with no patience
fruits hard and fruits bare
out of excitment to make the fall
for it won't last
it shall fade
it will break
and it will be broken
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3. |
Alcohol
07:31
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I have lost myself for a while
I have found myself in the wild
With the smell of fetid alcohol
And a pain that felt so mild
Why is it coming after me?
Why is it coming just to bite me?
The sky so dark and grey and lonesome
Is the only thing that’s wholesome
I took a turn on a dark corner
I couldn’t last any longer
So I bade farewell goodbye
Onto the darkness nigh
Why is it happening just to me?
Why is it coming to test me?
A lie so big and large unspoken
Is the only thing unbroken
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4. |
Asthma
08:24
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dried wheat
burning shoots of fern
empty barn
dancing in circles
rising, soaring,
smouldering air,
choking the air,
dancing in circles
prophecy of privation
depravation of movement
no space, no space,
no air left in the barn
I can't breathe
the air is so heavy
a movement towards
no way to reach
it clings in desperation
a gesture for privation
my lungs implode
my chest is pressure
and they dance in circles,
in circles they dance,
all around me
all around me
all around me
the air is choking
it rises, it soars,
it comes from within
give me my medicine
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5. |
King Fisher pt. I
05:07
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Look, come and see
He was once as brave as me
Or as you or he
All chocked with the red sea
And sea-weed chocking
In a rock-cave rocking
The corpse of old timers
Consider Phlebas
The Phoenician, the sailor,
Obtuse as a dying tailor
Consider him considered
Those are pearls that were his eyes
Look!
Those are pearls that were his eyes
Look
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6. |
eXistenZ
07:05
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after the gesture
the turning of the eye so quick
after the breath taken
and the movement of feet
after the waking hour
after the sun that sets asleep
after the calling of the bird
after the procriation of the senes
nothingness
after the sound bite
the emotion of beauty in the eye
after the climbing of the tree
the smelling of flowers
and the motion of the lake
after the making of decisions
after the revision of decisions
after the regret that fades away
nothingness
after the hours of nervous thinking
after the days spent in memory
after the fear of putting out the fire
after the pains of the dying fire
after the water that cleanses the wounds
after the wounds that never heal
after the thoughts of the dying world
after the revolutions of the dying world
nothingness
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7. |
Drown Us
09:11
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start it off with passing smiles
and then you tread a thousand miles
come and feel the newborn breed
twisted outline, fallen leaf
how many faces, grudges, hands in me?
how many ankles, toe nails, feet in me?
follow the line, the circle, the envious,
keep off the road, the charade, so grievous,
set up the time, all alone, regretful,
mark the hour, stay forgetful
how many hairs, regrets, foreheads in me?
drown us in a pool of laughter
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8. |
King Fisher pt. II
08:01
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by the lake in rats alley
i have fished for obstinate islands
dead fish-boots and bottles roting
dried withered breasts of an old seer
what vision this in the wicked cards
perhaps the wheel or the merhcant's back
cracked on the waste of the desert
my fatherless king, king fisher, sonless king
sunless the sky over death's bridge
are corpses planted in the winter
or is it april already?
the cruel, that of all the cruelest month
da, datta, damyata,
to dirty ears
just the old cry again
jug, jug, jug, jug
my crown as bare as Itys' youth
it is the fisher king,
Itys, the fisher king,
Itys the fisher king
what vision then in the wicked cards
perhaps the wheel or the merchant,
broken back, the waste, the desert
my fatherless king,
fisher, fisher king
by the brown waters of the lake
where the nymphes have fled
i have seen how the world ends
not with a bang
not with a bang
not with a bang
but a whimper
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Audiodrome Lisboa, Portugal
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