1. |
Confidential
06:22
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CONFIDENTIAL
train on the wane
no track to switch onto
i wish this horizon
would just drop off where it wants to
there’s got to be a hitch somewhere
in this de facto action pact
only one dimension of gain here
so very very very sane here
and i can’t keep this sane the same
all that has been claimed is now tame
a fenced-in fire
or a morsel of desire
and there’s only turning back
to reconsider from this quagmire
a rail of reason
or another change of season
are the next points in line
til the next dire circumstance
the next trance of chance
static for a station break
whether it’s england, america or france
the same stale air seems to
travel everywhere
a still live on wheels
a painter in despair
constructing structure ructure
repairs beyond repair
no longer knowing what he feels
or what is his from what he steals
but this here track is real
and it seems like such a big big deal
just to keep on this packed track
back to back
and lack to lack
and when it’s the big time, baby
and this car is fat
and it’s warm where you just sat
and you’ve spent your life where you’ve spat
just a puddle to sail on
since your motor is gone gone
and you can trade in your vehicle
but it’s the same old trickle of treacle
moving down the path of longest indentation
without a moment’s litigation
this course is 2-directional
and if you see another way
they say you’re causing a delay
and then they really really make you pay
when you’ve no where left to go
and no place left to stay
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2. |
Sick
04:13
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SICK
dawn was coming up
yea iridescent light
does battle with my candlelight
in my body
in my body organs are not right
no no no they’re not right
in my body
what is this i see here?
turning, churning
what was once
delicate skin
into procession of
violent colour
sick
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3. |
Phoenix
03:26
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PHOENIX
passion a deep seat
dropped heart the crumb
dream of cushioned carnival
fleeting fits of fervent
down on your doorstep
from across the floor
fishing of lesions
moments before
piston bending over a swollen sore
reversed fusion
the last stance
firm blade this charade of conclusion
in blankets of plasma
the circuit soothed
bassline probing subhavens
like a stethoscope
sewing my veins into your eyes
back down the runaway
burning cars with no finish line
flicker into static
wind stoking the fire
of this drive they call desire
oh no no not again
ashes are bursting into flame
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4. |
Absent Farmer
05:57
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ABSENT FARMER
i was walking i had 3 names
a fellow be-watcher parked his autocrust
great sand marks appeared along the curb
and i was standing beneath a billboard and a coke machine
this would be our finest hour
all long the highway the empty mines trashing up like memory
with tall signs out in the thicket and wayward
once from a root it seemed the possible
a quick wind a simple barter
and we were the machines homesick bugle boy
and it passed the foxes by
this took 3 hours
by which time we had dislodged the entire end
once on back with use
this being a slow glade
he proceeded to need to explain that
we were in the shiny part
now he had many plans but he told lies
this was a controversy
a lesson in social rummy
i was ready to walk on through
but the head was on fire
you are the one you walk in with the wolves
and soon you’re transvesting the pace
there’s a blockade in this man’s language
the trees bend and he’s denying the entrance
he throws a tray of ice down on the sand pit
like dick tracy i forgot my lipstick
but i held my mitten next to me
go on to the station then
and you will find a train
take the road by the lake
there you can assemble your fate
i had a motor then
i went down to the water with it
big black-backed gulls swept up the heat
it was almost night
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5. |
Stain
05:30
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STAIN
it was on a hill
it was some kind of will
you could see the miles wiping
covering everything
and the premeditated man
haunting with his duckshot
took a palimono
took a palimino
and he came for the blood
and he left with the stain
he said i’m through the thin
i’m through the thin
i’m going to get in
and this was ancient but still
and the wonder floated over
left everything ravished
and he was pulled back
taken down
and shot at
for a sense of enthrall strictly
being the last remnant of one eagled-eyed boy flotsam
being the last stand of the fat patermeat
when the furthest light
is the darkest sound
and the sympathetic lie
comes wafting down
desperate he loves a crocodile
in the own soldier tent
he is seeing nobody
when the breath beats bent in a webbed wall
and the bound breath wounds in a clubbed brain
it’s not your stain
it’s not it’s not your stain
when once you were a tender bleak mountain range
when once you were a mountain
you were going to cure hypnosis
you were going to cure hypnosis
and the formula stank in secret
and it forged itself so deep
no one snail could bellow out its fall
foul motion and relentful
it’s a death kind of winning
it’s a death a death kind of winning
and the breath beats bent in a webbed wall
and the bound breath wounds in a clubbed brain
and it’s not your stain
it’s not it’s not your stain
what is it now that sucks the spit from your eye
what dim crave is the sound of your love
see it parade everything it can not uncover
i hear you are deeper still
and everything is forgotten
what you want
you can not imagine
what you want
what you want
you can not imagine
what was once
it’s gone lost
what was once
it’s gone stained
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6. |
Prehistory
04:34
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PREHISTORY
portals from Hitchcock
they fly open
in a gust of wind
at dead of midnight
oh runner
too much corner parts
in my metal metal system
portals open upon
thick palpable substance of space
“i could blot out the earth with one hand” he said
i smell universe
sweat galaxies
suck up some time
thru prescient straws
alone alone
thread thru the thread alone
returning in full control
of my metal metal system
at the edge of some planet
a blue hue caresses the figure
steps trance steep steps
steps trance steep steps
like a scene from a pulp magazine
“i could blot out the earth with one hand” he said
meanwhile back on earth
others contemplate
another form of softwhere
prehistoric dream
in a sonic beam
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7. |
Bedouin
06:36
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BEDOUIN
on an american farm
it was a halycon
we were face saving mutation
starving a con
in the light factorizing righteous
and the ready steady cargo faith
baby time sense in a temptation
in a cocktail monitor of a smart samaritan
frank heist
a league of termites plays dixie
to remind the strangers reason of its fool tooth
and the foul fix of the blank kidnapping time
diametrically on some hillbridge
stupid in a small frame
with dexter towards the throw off
what’s a riot cut-up in the smold of a net?
what’s a ticket for the coming?
so-called revolution and insanity inside
she was a student of detonation
a judas’s wax wise sight
and she did calm the qualm
of bombing fabrications
a race at large rewires the plumber range
and leaves the weather again
i ghost it for my freedom
i kill it for the sake of frame
and in the flown church chicken yard
a fortune of slaughter waits on the schooled swoon
to calculate fate and the kickback ancient
shaking sick in the dead of the light
i see only half and have old manners
the rest to be imagined by the seventh man
a tall story of hypnotic alliance
and every little thing every little thing
memories go blind
an inquisitive fellow says what burning is this?
yes well our insinuators are maimed
and the lessons we’ve learned
come back (come back) in the winter
we will show you the roadwork
and the map from chemistry
bedouin in a premonition
angeling stigmatic angles
she lights down hymn
like the wind
and blows the classic inside out
and beside her disappearing flight
uncanny musket-like
she’s distributing licence
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9. |
Mouse Sleep
04:11
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MOUSE SLEEP
slaughter comes through periscope
slow liquid sting
pinch of thigh
broken treaty
bone drunk in cartiledge
crossing threshold cribs of birdcage
flint at the mouth
bigot drains rehearse replies
in brittle spit of brain crane
coddled in mouse sleep
gorgon flash zorro my heart
ward of a mute crime
when it holds me like a burden
i take on the weight
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10. |
Ampheta Speak
02:17
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Ampheta Speak
mouth of violets
sudden perimeter
ampheta speak
tender to groan
one on one
motor
sick of ruby
my cracked fly
monked lights give out monkey rights
your heart dissolve
your water roll over
speak ampheta
finger to mouth
bowel on bowel
your logic convictions
hope the blood hope the blood
savage buckets
gone ignition
damp honour under stomach
your tents to amnesia
the wires promise
nothing goes out
nothing goes out protection
bent forward in sleep
little miracle coax
ampheta speak late with rows of gumby
there no pro-eye miser
the brain waits to milk
mother no sleep
mother amp mine
the birds stay rocked
this is no spectacle
the seats are of soak
ampheta speak
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11. |
While I Wait
02:43
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While I Wait
while I wait
really real
and
and tho’ waiting
action,
no hesitation
really real
while I
I, I, I really really
can’t can’t can’t
can’t quite can’t quite
I really can’t quite
can’t quite quite
really real
of course of course
of course of course
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