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Cardinal
00:28
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Falling in the shape of the cardinal’s cape
All settled on
Frost in to rain in to mirror headed pain
All settled on
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Marshmellow
01:30
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Are you cold?
In the air painting from your mind
Pushing too hard
Tearing a hole
In the mountain with your knife
Never made mistakes before
Circle pushing in itself
Portal in the nature wall
Splitting strokes of colour marks
The cameras choose to cut to blue
It’s weird when things go wrong
Colder here and now diffuse the whole light crew
To take to the car park
Never in a million years
A window through a solid rock
Walking on the roads tonight
iIt’s strange here but it is alright
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3. |
Squint
03:01
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What grows up underneath?
Pushing up baby teeth?
Fairy prayer theif
Save my ghost sprite
Look at those hands all tied together
Stop me touch type
I don’t know why I’m gone again
I’m backlight pyrite
Heaven’s got wires and wires forever
Measure me anonymous
Send me down
Wide eyes are leaving me
A lazy cavalry
On your own feet
Save my ghost sprite
Look at those hands all tied together
Stop me touch type
I don’t know why I’m gone again
I’m backlight pyrite
Heaven’s got wires and wires forever
Measure me anonymous
Send me down
Measure me anonymous
Send me down
Planes might sky write
Miss you this time I’ll try another
Measure me anonymous
Send me down
Measure me autonomous
Send me down
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4. |
Wilderness Walker
01:54
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Mountain father bridge of iron
Who disappears before sunrise
To gather rocks from the hillside
And brings them back to show his wife
And greets the birds with secret names
The osprey nest not far away
His stride the length of a great lake
His pack all filled with Kodak takes
Wilderness walker at home
Heavy collection of stones
Too sketch the view from in the tent
And to record the sky event
Aurora spilling outer space
The hands that see the shimmer trace
The earthen span, the valley air
The meeting with the spirit bear
I’m glad that we could share a name
And codes that render us the same
Wilderness Walker at Home
Heavy Collection of stones
Wilderness Walker at Home
Heavy Collection of stones
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Cast off, the clapping slate
For salty rain and parking space
Don’t buy, the silver line
You travelled well within beside
Has my head shots faded?
And my cover raided?
Worlds by storm I’m taking
Risk reward, nominees
All singing and dancing
A tv tragic narrative
Scan patterns cut replace
Took credit for my youthful face
Game of physical tics
Dumb dicks with dumb tricks
Play the tape i’ll roll heads
Take to heart, every part,
Snellen chart, Doesn’t start,
Martial arts, washing cars.
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6. |
Lip
01:15
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Who fogged the windows nebulo?
Kink collar dissolves in a murky soak
Even tastes of smoke, all it it takes to choke
Grand bank is thick enough to cloak
My hand disappears in silver rope
Almost be the ghost, always hooks me the most
Violet wand, obfuscated
I feel on, skin tight in the shroud
Violet wand, obfuscated
I feel on, skin tight in the shroud
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7. |
Alice Trappings
03:00
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A chalcedony casket
Carries Alice Trappings
Counts her classic facets
For ceremonious passing’s
She’d have liked
Left vexed in a cutaway opening scene
Kept picturesque and panicking
Night skies who propose through their colour codes
Dyed us chartreuse, incarnadine
Kiss the cuts, yeah they feel better but
No one knows, where they could have come from
Oh that only she knew
Dares to wear her headdress
Draped in Ametrines
Dragged through pigeons blood
And desperate dying plans
Fed her dreams
Said so proud like it were the first
Chance to scare those ghosts away
Trying to speak, waiting for your turn
My house? we can go anytime?
Held hands made flesh print monocles
Deep end sleeps learned if you breathe you float
Oh that only we know, yeah that only we knew
Kissed the cuts, and now they just hurt worse
Talked to herself
Though In person
Nothing goes in
Goodbye Alice
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8. |
Overturn
02:30
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Hey there shiver,
Known fly tipper
Waving at your girl
Ingenue, Ingenue
Hey grave digger
Swim that river
Pay the man your coin
Big dog collar
Over all you’re
Never gonna prove
Wincing At The Truth
Crushing up In Your Car
Rooms and cubicles
Rushing back to the start
Hey there donor
Something on you
Sucking at your wound
Think I’m turning too
Turning too
Payphone caller
Nonsense talker
Saw him on the news
My nerves sinking
I’m blood drinking
Now what you wanna do?
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Overthrown
03:07
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I lost sight of my pale feet
And I pointed them home
Kicking the phosphorescence shimmering in the foam
Will you wash me up somewhere else?
Can you give me another shell?
Night swim baby
Mutiny on our bodies
Thinking got overthrown
We felt heavy as eyelids
And as light as a stone
Will you wash me up somewhere else?
Can you give me another shell?
Will you wash me up somewhere else?
Can you give me another shell?
Night swim baby
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11. |
Kellar
02:53
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Boxed immigrant’s son,
Gloss thirsty eyes come
Chance minister plants,
Showstopper seance,
And now you’ve gone and saved your waning sway
Uri
Blue room, trick tomb
Six box, ring clocks
Takes to well lit stage,
great feats all the rage,
Self-decapitates,
Ling look levitates,
And now you’ve gone and saved your waning sway
Gellar
Crowds carried you there, in a chair, to your heir
Draped the royal cape, round the nape of, his neck
Pin tumblers combined,
Faux key holes aligned
False orbit complete
Sink back in their seats,
And now you’ve gone and saved your waning sway
Kellar
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12. |
Reacher
02:19
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You rove the night
And move in spite
The murky deep
That waits beneath
The eye of kite
The seeing sight
Knows we’re here
And starts to steer
In the sanctum the cowboy and his gun
And the tomb of the nautilus shield
Hold on
The photons fight
To bring delight
To burn the sea
And scold our knees
I know you might
I read you write
Maternal beams
Soothe and scream
Though you say that time is a place
Never go there, nobody oooh
Stacked around us, most of our days
Skeletal and coral bleached
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Ornatrice
03:13
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Cross pitched care-plans
found again cutting floors
Hadn’t looked good
in a while stay indoors
We, go pace the allure,
staring you out,
lace wings on the floor
Cross stitched hair bands,
flung ahead, parapets
Cut up patterns broke a mould
sent them home
Dryers heat the pre party,
and all the girls help them get ready
Lions throw themselves into the pens
You’ll never hear a word from them again
In a cloud of dusty malachite
Taxi carries night
Cross kicked doors in,
calm her down, come back in
Here’s the morning,
castle head, go to bed
We’re disorder to contain,
make room it’s late
We’ve Magic to obtain
Lions throw themselves into the pens
You’ll never hear a word from them again
In a cloud of dusty malachite
Taxi carries night
Cold rose water, precipice
Chalky sentimental mist
Summers daughter, erudite
Posey chamber tunnel light
Cold rose water, precipice
Chalky sentimental mist
summers daughter, erudite
Posey chamber tunnel light
Citronella settled taste
Meteoric shapes
Plutonic pastie ache
Cross key, guard tower,
mono zen lunacy
Denver postmark,
jitter blood policy
Gold spray to wash away,
rodeo days
Melt water refrains
Lions throw themselves into the pens
You’ll never hear a word from them again
In a cloud of dusty malachite
Snakes throw themselves into the pit
You’ll never need a word from them again, again
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14. |
Paracetemol
03:10
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Paracetemol was the only thing gone
From the tower of ferns
Unbelievable not a leaf left unturned
you broke the glass just to leave
What holds your centre to the floor
And guides your ankles animal?
Divides your symbols
And makes your rivers run?
Imperceivable what you’re hoping to find
And untreatable.
Paracetamol you can have some of mine
I hope it tastes terrible
What holds your centre to the floor
And guides your ankles animal?
Divides your symbols
And makes your rivers run?
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15. |
Big Dipper
02:48
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Painted in gold
And traded for bones
Sated the stones
Your fate is your own
Plated in mould
Scissored and sewed
Dressed in her clothes
And made to explode
Still doesn’t know
Stretched the most
Playing the host
Gave up the ghost
Claimed by the Earth
Casting a curse
Taylored to burst
Made it the worst
Tazered and stoned
Cradled and cloned
East of the road
We translate her pose
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Blinker
02:31
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Weird drive in the early day
To the second from last exit blinker, M1
Pull fast till you get it enough
Concepting and rolling tongue twisters, for boys
Pummel the dark, shallows
Don’t really mind though
I know you don’t
Carve in the dash, we go
I don’t really try though
I know you don’t
Lodestar leaking polar light
Covered in a knowing lump sister
c’mon
Poured out in the desert lands
Dried up in the comatose singer
And done
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17. |
Spirit Realm
02:40
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Go back to war
Return to sleep
Fold on the floor
Terrain conforms
Two times speak
The open door
The lights deformed
Closed now for the longest time
I can recall
And terraform
The spirit realm
Pass overhead and low enough
to suck in.
Go back to the present day
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