1. |
Superlatives
05:24
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One last meal for an old dog out of time
table scraps and a light pat on the back
laurel for the neck, an etch-a-wreck
the daggers stared turned to butter knives
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2. |
Holidaymakers
03:35
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Anchored to the spot, keel with the rot, I stop
I lay out my coat like a busker would
the penny don’t drop
And I watch the holidaymakers
filing through the queues
with their hopes packed in suitcases
oh, what a ruse
Fight or flight
well, I forfeit
and though I might like to flee
I cannot leave
I mustn’t stay
the match is thrown
but I can’t leave for what’s at home
the time lapse moves around me
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3. |
Night Markets
04:52
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Washed from doldrum
and half-lit dusk
took a fork to Kentish chalk to
tunnel my way right out
With lights to guide
trapping me in amber, ammonite
the locus heart of
a place become sanctified
unknot me and I’ll give in to sentiment
and as my particles build the sediment
bury a part of me beneath the night markets
Of a venerable land
naught to bear, tiny prides harangued
a speck of dust swept in among the sand
then carried back
With all the bellied cold contempt
kept at the valance of the kind cabins
the hot mulled wine starts to warm inside
the speck of dust goes all in
As I deride
what left me cemented, hypnotised
the beating heart of
a place aloft, idolised
unknot me and I’ll give in to sentiment
and as my particles build the sediment
bury a part of me beneath the night markets
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4. |
Sommelier
04:22
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With me merry, down half a limb and next year on the ropes
look at me, I’m filled to the brim with undirected hope
sensibly, you won’t catch me flipping pages on the calendar
what’s tomorrow to the non-planner
what’s the middle of my next centre
The road wandered through the valley like a drunk
and we followed it in the same way that a fireman follows smoke
Take a seat and pour a drink for me
a toast to my sommelier, he’s dear old company
a clink of the glass so we might romance of ancient history
I’m gone, fast asleep in the winery
The drunk wandered down the pathway like a ghost
spilled his vows all down himself and gave another toast
Barkeep pour another drink for me
here’s to forgotten youth and here’s to apathy
a pop of the cork of a bottled-up love and long-held misery
I’m a pet cat, I’ll find home eventually
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5. |
Vianden
03:35
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Far away in fabled ville
sunlight sits on waters still
the centuries inform the stone
and watch the dreamers come and go
Herein find the tale of
a deep honeyed tryst
you are the sovereign smile
and I the pauper turned to prince
we took Vianden led by the wrists
Call it the resting place for the romantic in me
two sparrows’ pirouette
a droplet in a boundless sea
I might call it a small victory
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6. |
Dysania State
03:27
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On the current of a sigh
can you fetch me from my keep
I know the last thing I need is sleep
the last thing I need is sleep
A safari in the psyche
with wildlife hid
on the side of my face unlit
the side of my face unlit
Cold fever, send me dreamward
pull me through the clouds
lose me in a pool of proper nouns
lost in a pool of proper nouns
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Held in air, a fly in a web
cut ties and I fall, suspended in fear
every day is a year
Plug the hourglass
(slow the reel)
wind the clock back
(leave me here)
my shadow unintact
Plug the hourglass
(slow the reel)
wind the clock back
(leave me here)
time, forget me
A bag of splintered bones
ankle cuffed to other homes
bleach the colour, a wrinkle in time
there's a lot on the line
Plug the hourglass
(slow the reel)
wind the clock back
(leave me here)
my shadow unintact
Plug the hourglass
(slow the reel)
wind the clock back
(leave me here)
time, forget me
like a spit in the sea
faint yesterday
tether to me
(You know where I am
you know where I’ve been)
As I understood, I would be sunk swiftly
slow sand, speed up, sink me
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8. |
The Last Great Auk
02:55
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Edge of the cliff
blood fast and quickening
nails are bit
stuck with myself in a crypt
all non-descript
Stark and devoid
with nothing created and
nothing destroyed
if this is it, goodbye
til next time
I could wring my hands until they’re gone
the last great auk, go carry on
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9. |
Conclusion Pending
03:02
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My conclusion is pending
I’m still working on it
I’m still gathering sources
And interpreting the data
might get to it later
my deduction doesn’t matter anyway
I asked for an ending
a cordoned off, air-sealed piece
that still blends into the scenery
Like a presentation cabinet
an expensive trip hazard
plastic guards for the corners to preserve my shins
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10. |
L'Annee Terrible
01:32
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No matter, let's continue
history needs this
the century is in the dock and I am his witness
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11. |
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I’m home
among the ice alone
fire did what it does
I built a house from the dust
I carry the voices all in purple
hands on my shoulder
they give me lift in violet
I smoulder, embers warm the huddle
everything up til now
I cherish you, taught myself how
For the longest time
needed held up
now I rise
from seed to stalwart
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