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Out of the Woods
04:25
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I am bludgeoned by mindless optimism
In between my eyes I drill a deep incision
One last time, let’s see a rise, a rise in cynicism
One last time, an exercise; a rise in cynicism
One last time...
I am compromised by reckless motivation
On my skin I draw lines
To guide the lacerations
One last time, let’s see a rise, a rise in cynicism
One last time, an exercise; a rise in cynicism
One last time let’s see a rise, a rise in cynicism
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Resort
04:38
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Sitting on an orange sun lounger
Underneath a yellow parasol
All that’s left at the bottom of the pool
Is a tone of ash and a foot of black mould
And a swollen shadow of a diving board
Looms over the deep end with menace
Mud comes trickling down
Mud comes trickling down
Every marble step
Like a staircase for the dead
Lika a fountain out of hell
Wrap myself up in a nylon dust sheet
Salvaged from the fallen scaffold
The wind is blowing up the tarpaulin
The sun is grey and the air is getting cold
And an iron claw of an unmanned crane
Is circling above the complex
I begin my ascent
I begin my ascent
Up the marble stairs – like a staircase for the dead
To the highest board
Above the empty pool
Chlorine stains the walls
I feel nothing as a I fall
A barrier gate is bent and snapped
Where it’s been hit on impact
Like the damaged frame of a vending machine
That’s been thrown down a stair well
Mud is trickling down
Mud is trickling down
Like a fountain out of hell
I begin my ascent
I begin my ascent
Up the marble steps – like a staircase for the dead
To the highest board
My shadow fills the floor
Of the empty pool
It grows larger as I fall…
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4. |
Sour Satsuma
02:31
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Graphic novelisation where no drawing speaks
Painted civilisation where the contrast depletes
You bite the sour satsuma
Then share your wince with the sky
Then with your partner sleeping
You squeeze the juice in their eye
A sacred destruction
For the punished kind
An accurate reconstruction gave you some misguided piece of mind
You bite the sour satsuma
Then spit your tears in the sea
You hold the mouth of your partner
And drop each poisonous seed
With military precision you shoot the drone from the air
It comes crashing down, smashing down
Shattering, scattering secrets to steal then to share
And like a witness description that’s influenced by deceit
The stems start to coil around your partner
From the mouth binding arms and their feet
You bite the sour satsuma
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5. |
Serrated Edge
04:08
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Run your sweet and loving fingers along the serrated edge
Run your sweet and loving fingers along the serrated edge
Tear the silk from the thread
Run your sweet and loving fingers along
Run your sweet and loving fingers
As the light is reflected up, reflected from the blade
To your eyes they dilate like a wolf before its prey
Run your sweet and loving fingers along the serrated edge
Run your sweet and loving fingers along the serrated edge
The artist paints the canvass red
Run your sweet and loving fingers along
Run your sweet and loving fingers
As the light is reflected up, reflected from the blade
To your eyes they dilate like a wolf before its prey
They shine like candlelight upon an iron peer
Crown of knives they shimmer like a neon chandelier
Run your sweet and loving fingers
Run your sweet and loving fingers…
Along the edge…
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6. |
Saudi Arabia
04:34
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I went and abandoned my love
Left it outside a house of God
I went and abandoned my love
left it aloft the molten rock
I dared a breach of trust
Like a name engraved in the transient dust
And with that I took off, I was gone
I thought I was on the cusp
I put my knees to the ground
I prayed for exurbia
I took my seat to the sky
To Saudi Arabia
I went and abandoned my love
Left it aloft the molten rock
From the sand an elephant’s tusk – A sculpture lit in the early dusk
I put my knees to the ground
I prayed for exurbia
I took my seat to the sky
To Saudi Arabia
I went and abandoned my love
Left it outside a house of God
And with that I took off
I was gone…
before all was lost
I put my knees to the ground
I prayed for exurbia
Then I took my seat to the sky
To Saudi Arabia
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7. |
A Love Without Violence
03:13
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A love without violence
No flashing of sirens
The police came around and their holding him down and
There are tears in the courtroom
There’s anger in volume
A thousand convictions
A mother’s infliction
I wannna save you
I wanna save you
I want a love without no violence
Just want a love without, just want a love without violence
Yeah a love without violence
No claim for asylum
Detained without bail
A cell in a jail
Either witness or suspect
The blood has already been spilt
All of us guilty…all of us guilty
I wannna save you
I wanna save you
I want a love without no violence
Just want a love without, just want a love without violence
I want a love without violence
No police and no sirens
I want a love without violence
Just want a love without violence
I wannna save you
I wanna save you
I want a love without no violence
Just wanna save you
Just wanna save you
Just want a love without no violence
Just want a love without, Just want a love without violence
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8. |
Out of Our Hands
02:51
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Take it out of our hands
Take it out of our hands
It’s hard to understand like a needle in the neck gland
Take it out of our hands
Take it out of our lives
Take it out of our lives
The swarm has come alive and it’s fled to make a new hive
Take it out of our lives
Take it out of our hands
Take it out of our hands
Won’t you take it out of our hands?
Won’t you take it out of our hands?
Take it out of our reach
They’ve stopped singing now they just preach
When I tear it from my skin it goes bleeding like a dead leech
Take it out of our reach
Take it out of our hands
Take it out of our hands
Take it out of our hands
Won’t you take it out of our hands?
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9. |
Elevation
02:18
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Bleached monoxide
A stale pesticide
A harbour of dead crustations
A swab of headlice
A wasp genocide
An arm rinsed with mild abrasions
The stage is now in elevation
The stage is now in elevation
The stage is now in elevation
A dark web recluse
A grey stained tracksuit
Damp walls and infestations
Verbal abuse
Barbed wired noose
A family’s desecration
The stage is now in elevation
The stage is now in elevation
The stage is now in elevation
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10. |
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Hey friend I know you're trying, trying to get some rest
From what haunts your soul
From what haunts your soul
I know you’re trying to get some, trying to get some rest
From what haunts your soul
From what haunts your soul
I know friend, I know friend what torments you
I drink the same blood as you do
I found the same vein from which you drew
And thoughts that fled your allies like a traitor
And made friends with all your failures
Too familiar are these behaviours
So friend I know you're trying, trying to get some rest
From what haunts your soul
From what haunts your soul
I know you're tired of looking darkness in the eye
But lashing out at clouds won't find a clearing in the sky
In the sky...
A strength of mind so agile suddenly turns so fragile
Possessed with fear of exile
But I drove the car into the same wall as you did
With the hope to feel more lucid
So friend you needn't feel excluded from…
Someone who knows your trying, trying to get some rest
From what haunts your soul
From what haunts your soul
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11. |
Falling Down a Hate Hole
05:00
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No damaging habit that makes my torso shake
No bile or folic acid that makes my stomach ache
Yet my mind is tragic - its voice severe
My head is in my hands and I am bleeding from either ear
Outwardly I’m friendly, harmless, polite
Inwardly I’m seething, disbelieving at the sight
Of my pale body
My broken skin
I am clawing at the walls but I feel myself falling
I am falling, falling down a hate hole…
I am bored of breathing
My inner voice extreme
I’ll guess I’ll go on living this requiem for a dream
I am falling, falling down a hate hole…
Falling down a hate hole…
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Dead Skin Sessions Brighton, UK
Dead Skin Sessions are an alt rock band from Brighton, UK. Angry but not angst, fierce yet vulnerable and aggressive but not ugly, the duo's low fi tone infuses sonic grit and jagged distortion to ignite their signature sound of upbeat raw emotion and fierce vulnerability. ... more
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The single 'Feel It' is an ultra cool, upbeat and uplifting indie noise garage delight. Slick, big, and shines warmth to the soul.
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