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Sham Shack
04:23
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Sham Shack (Sally Young)
this party
faces begging focus
center of attention
displacement of the dance
fog in the square
did anybody notice?
there are houses on the outside
bruised from bombardment
there are houses on the inside
sinking in cushion
society seesaw
inequity cribs
society seesaw, seesaw
inequity cribs
a hand in hunting
sliding up the bannister
searching other landings
a floor still withstanding
without all this noise
the shouting of toys
crying for attention
batteries waning
some purpose
asking to be wanted
heaving residues
with compliance of shackle
far from grasping it
I fall down the stairs
voice peters
sinks conscience
just a tottering rod
waving in the sea slop
just a tottering rod
waving in the sham slop
just a tottering rod
holding up this sham shack
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2. |
This Bliss
04:46
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This Bliss (Jacqui Ham)
I saw you wanting meta-fitness
hunger valour
very sore
looking for edges
this bliss
I am able
I can stumble
walking down the bed
tough met
it’s a kind of heat
the bridge is quick
but I don't mind
because there's a fascination
in large toys
I am able
I can stumble
in trick
you go ripe and you blossom poison
I tell your travel a thousand eyes
I put your place from the silence
don't wink
movage of archers
hearts outside of stable
sex a passage strange
door motive root
this tread you’re in
it’s a museum skin
I tread your light i tread your suction
amoeba
honor honor
I am able
I can stumble
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3. |
New Colour
06:42
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New Colour (Nina Canal)
flicker - blotch - colour
make me sick - colour
putrid colour
another fugitive colour
playing upon the features
lips eyes jowl
the stuff of legends
the stuff of legends
you you
in a haunted lowdown
shakes up eyeward
pure as pure I, I, I close-a I close-a my eyes
whiter white on white
colour-a me orange
colour-a me green
green
In a violent in the flush of it
and drenched and blood rising, blood rising
your eyes your eyes
I, I close-a my eyes , I close-a my eyes
I see red red blood red
thump thump thump
thump thump thump
blue
on a dark burning club a pulsing heat
slip slide slide slip
muscles pulse in heart
I, I close, close close ti-ti-tiger’s eyes
I close ti-ti-tiger’s eyes
I see see blue
I see sky sky
I see sky
I see sky
snake tongue on a a scorpion tail in a web on spider
sting, sting itself dead dead dead
blue black red, dead dead dead-ered
blue black red dead
black - blue - red - dead
sting itself dead
sting sting sting itself dead dead-ered dead
sting itself dead
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4. |
Exilee Goes Out
07:55
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Exilee Goes Out (Jacqui Ham)
nothing to nothing whispers obdurate
that's the edge of a gun slipped backward inside
we wanted to be bank robbers
but the bank wasn’t forward so we left
motor was fidel in the garden
and she was always buzzing and worrying and moving around
and she could not believe it happened to her
she always blamed her brain and the water and beta
he supped out he supped out
very liquid on the rocks
I want a vision on the rocks
I’ll eat in my anti-commuter class
after the RCAF
flying too blind in exile so a gunner gun gunner be
I think i will get married in italy
he was with the intelligence
it was his own intelligence
and his mouth was stretched
and he dreamed in bars and left his night on gale
disappearing due to a contract that was not his
leave the war I’m too young maybe
go to madison and drop a baby
scraping out to hollywood
pistons of mexico yellow convertible
the bourbon is dry
isiah he come to california
for gold and conquer time
like the rest of the bold bold unction
he won and lost and he won and lost and he won and lost
to surburbiasity and last chance with a woman
yeah some more refuse genius
and I think I’ll sit on my typewriter
cause I am fat and pent up with liver visions
and I know I’m dying i know I’m dying
but I want a cigarette
I want a cigarette
yeah in st vincent’s in bellevue you get out
you can't smoke a cigarette in here you have a dead fish body
you get out you you get out
so he left in another room another hospital
and then he went out then he went out
no no no more cigarettes no no no more cigarette
it's a big sleep it’s a big big sleep
nothing to nothing whispers obdurate
that's the edge of a gun slipped backward inside
we wanted to be bank robbers
but the bank wasn't forward so we left in a tragedy
the bank wasn't forward so we left in a tragedy
the bank wasn't forward so we left in a tragedy
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5. |
Confidential
05:09
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Confidential (Sally Young)
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 life 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 there's nowhere left to go
and no place left to stay
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6. |
Bedouin
06:17
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Bedouin (Jacqui Ham)
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
and judas’s wax wise sight
and she did calm the qualm
by 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 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
from the lessons we’ve learned
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 license
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7. |
Tell It
04:45
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Tell It (Nina Canal)
walking down the avenue searching for a few
feverish thoughts to see by
it was
softly floating down like snow
an' I said
oh please please take my hand because drop-lets of shiny sweat
need to be smudged across your forehead, your fore-head
grey is the colour of death and
death is the colour of life
grey
that pattern holds some kinda key to a
fake faucet, gushing foul breath pastel truths
and please please look into my eyes because they wanna
see through you
call me afta I said please try to caress my
atomic energy pattern
atomic energy pattern
because it hurts me
hurts me hurts me
hurts me
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Ut London, UK
Ut is a radical rock group founded in NYC in Dec 1978 by
Nina Canal, Jacqui Ham and Sally Young.
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