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IN FLUX
02:55
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. constant continual the flow of confusion scraping annoying bewildering situation . damage with fervour . stability fixture . clarity edge blurred . a misconstrued volatile mix up . howl like cacophony . running rife with certainty held at bay . inarticulate . ravaging, savage . run rings in panic, in need of rest . disregard, experiencing pleasure .
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THE FIRST BLUE DISTANCE
04:00
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. covering rushing distance . pushing somewhere deep within my past . punching walls insistent, telling me this is my own fate . edging rigid thinking pushing somewhere, looking back - punishing fight, insistence - distant footfalls . visibly rigid shattering a steadfast uncertainty . a tangle in irony, a web of alluring duplicity - delicate and beckoning and waiting in the wings, derelict and centred clearly, standing self-effacing - in dreams, it never seems to sear so . once again, poisoning – ready, once again .
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TWO YEARS ON
02:16
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. stuck fast in repeating situations . force circumstance, for in fact you are awake … even if a sense of logic is braking you to pray, you must open yr problem to know how it tastes . make a break - reject the deadweight - force circumstance … for that, you will hate … even as yr warped sense of logic makes you wish and pray . you must admit yr problem to know how it tastes .
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LINES OF FLAME
02:24
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. when yr caught I feel a creeping urge to try and untangle you and all yr delicate thought ... a kind of yearning to shed a little light on all yr shadowy fumbling . you look helpless when yr caught … lines of fire playing on yr face, you speak silence - as if there’s nothing to say … but, I cannot believe you - words call from yr every pore .
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SOUND TRACK
01:10
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. walking, eyes filled with danger . talking like someone else .
laughing, thinking of nothing . wishing yr somebody else .
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THE SKELETAL FRAMEWORK
04:07
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. skeletal framework – clutch at straws, edging on avarice, a skeletal framework, with nothing ever coming clear . fix your vision into heaven on earth … you pitch your vision into heaven on earth . you point your vision into heaven on earth – with nothing ever coming clear .
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STRUCK LIKE JACOB MARLEY
02:25
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. what did you have in mind, when you told me everything seemed wrong - tapping yr feet in an overbearing rhythm of longing - where do you belong -its almost as tho you have no positive view - the past still drags thru clawing defying you - shaken pieced barely aggrieving - underlining every wrong - looking back with a longing - altho you say you’ve moved on - to somewhere else you think is different and new - the past still drags thru ... clawing, defying you .
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DARKER PORTRAITS
03:28
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. deprivation twisting the head . turning facial characteristics . fawning over bitterness .resolute clinging on fading statistics . in catalogues of faces in bright animation . perpetually calling yr infatuation . colouring light in yr painting . teeth jar in malignant collision . hindsight with fluid perspective . recall events of import and directive, being tarnished with afterglow defective . in harrowing and echoing flashes of damnation . perpetually calling yr infatuation . blacking out the light in yr painting .
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KISS SYNTAX
02:11
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. Sheer opposite depth of feeling hard space blank and unappealing dispute bridged with consolation if hideous untruths soothe and placate you it doesn’t constitute a lie
Steeping in resignation wrap yrself in indignation then burn indignant in yr own stew accept no self guilt for the cage you built it doesn’t constitute a lie
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. like lingering fingers illusion connects flotsam jetsam . clutching at the heart of me . downcast and rash as a smashed reflection . in mirage imagery illusion predominates . clutching at the heart of me . illusion predominates . you who loved me, so cold – basking in the pink and rose coloured afterglow .
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NOVEMBER, SILVER & DARK
02:59
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. suddenly, it has began to fall again – turning to orange in the glare of the street lamp, falling from there to dark – in shadow, to flake the veil of the pure whitened snow – as you stand watching it happen - singing in yr ears .
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FORWARD STEPS
02:10
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. listen to winter - it melts into water, the glass coming even as you tread - almost like talking, almost like warning you from yr caution, to follow forward steps, to form forward steps . these voices chattering , all these murmurings - they are merely memory, fixed fast to me – calling me remember never pretend that I never knew what haunted me . i knew - i know it now .
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PRIMARY COLOURS
04:22
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. prompted in loyalty to pursue effect . stationed in indolence, waste and frightening neglect . vivid and plain now, this choking position of lust explodes in anger in repressed intuition . crying red – off colour, a sickly hue, inevitably and what ensue will not impair the final view .
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PALMS
02:50
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. your voices, your word scrambling across the page … it’s living, it’s still breathing yr breath into all the empty air marking a clearing thru to yr heart. It’s a path that soothes all broken lies away …
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. and I dreamed was taken to a place so unknown, so unclear, so strange to me ... far & forlorn . I walked with the night sky wrapping dark around me close, as I look to the places I thought that you'd know . and I closed both my eyes and I thought of your face, so real & alive to me for love and for praise ... for comfort, for companionship thru and alive . I dreamed I was taken in a dream that night .
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Eyeless In Gaza UK
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