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…This is the last time I ever will, and I’m sorry, my love
She breaks me down slowly, and then in waves, a terrible kind of ghost
And all I could see when she went away, was the hole in her back
And through it the trees stared, a silent laugh, the sound of God in my head…
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COSMOS and DISASTER
10:51
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I was just a curious child, falling into old disaster
Can a mind yet fully grown, sign away his starry future?
Sing my praises to an old god, I wish that she understands me
Laud temptation as belief in things that we yet cannot see
Taking it all in my stride we come upon my home from home
I'm terrified by their stone faces
Lurking in the deep recess, something it whispers unto me
"Tell them everything that you know"
So I'm compelled, I know the score, I'm looking at the statue not the judge
I already know what he'll say
It went like this, I won't repeat, I won't want for more of punishment
But God seemed not to care before
We’re made of shimmering, a flicker in a wave
A summer in the cold, quiet enough to breathe
Enough to make you cry, enough to make you see
The voice at the start
I have seen what you could never comprehend, I’m only tired
Of fellow mortal men and their rage
I’ve found new ways to hunt and I can never, never go back again,
You old men, you’re all blind
So I think I’ve seen enough, dropping to my knees
I’d barely be a man anymore
And I won’t turn back, I’ll never turn back
We’re made of shimmering, a flicker in a wave
A winter in the sun, all these terrible things
The snow in our house, the river at the end
It’s all dark at the start
So love and awful things, a flicker in a wave
I can’t be seen to hurt, I have to reap my end
Even if I die, they know what happens next
All our gods play pretend
It’s all downhill from here
You only made a deal
I love you like it hurts and I know
You’ll wake up on your own
And you’ll forget how to cry
This is the last time you ever will
Without hating yourself
I swear I did what I could
And I swear I’m doing fine
But I’m signed away like you, that you know
We can debate all of this time
But it doesn’t stop the truth
That I wake up on my own
And he knows
It’s all downhill from here
It’s all downhill from here
You’ll wake up on your own
And you’ll know
This is the last time you ever will
without hating yourself
I’ve borne witness, I’ve moved faster
I was blessed with old disaster
Take my mind still barely grown, wrought away from harmless futures
Angels bring me sheer belief and torment me with sacred nothings
Is this all that I deserve and is this all I need?
(This is the last time you ever will
without hating yourself…)
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LOFGEORNOST
06:07
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I'm telling you it's no big deal
I couldn't kill him if I thought he was a good man
please stop asking me, it's no big deal
so what, there's blood beneath my fingernails
I'm telling you it's not so bad
you never listen, and I'm never like this normally
I didn't think you'd miss the taste of death
not really, but I knew you'd not forget it either
and I'm sorry for the things I've said
I rarely mean them, I'm told I'm impolite
but it'll only be meant
in the spaces between your quivering breaths
with the knife at your throat
Surrender! Traitor!
And God I sound stupid there
Can you hear me over the screaming?
Oh god I sound stupid there
It's been a tough year for self esteem
I guess it was bombs in the air
Nothing comes from nowhere, not with you lot
I take your hand in a shrapnel cha-cha
Stripping through the pain of the middle class
Surrender! Traitor!
(Can you hear me over the screaming?)
Please I know it’s a lot to ask
You’ve zipped up tents, not a body bag
But God I sound stupid there
we could clean the knife and go again
and I'm sorry for the things I've said
I rarely mean them, I'm told I'm impolite
but it'll only be meant
in the spaces between your quivering breaths
with the knife at your throat
Love was hard when I knew you
Then it slipped right through you
And it came back out
All milky red
I take your hand in a shrapnel cha-cha
Stripping through the paint of the middle class
I’m loving life here in a bombed-out hell hole
Hoping for the sight of the grass on the hill…
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FORLORN HOPE
05:36
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She's so terrified
Enough to see the stars
And it waits in LED
Awaits the call from afar
What are you there to see?
What might your dreams be?
She’s so terrified
She grips the wheel, she turns the car
Come in quickly
Pressure’s failing
It seems the hull’s had enough
What are you there to see?
What might your dreams be?
What if you’ve come the distance?
And when it leaves in visions
It fills you, terrified,
A soldier, a moment in time
It’s enough, to break the strongest back
So you hide away, and you wait to attack
Come in quickly
It’s rearing its head
It waits for you, yeah, waits for you
(Enough to see the stars)
We escape from cellophane strangling the state
Diving into black holes, apocalypse of fate
And the children, when their time is up
Never scream, never panic, and you wish it was us
Come in quickly
Pressure’s failing
It seems the hull’s had enough
Don’t run slowly
But you always do
There’s not a horror out there that competes with me and you
Come in quickly
It’s rearing its head
It waits for you, yeah, waits for you
Comes out, comes in, twos or threes
That’s what they said last time
And I know there’s no last time
Not for us, and when, the animals died
In the summer of ‘99, I loved you
You told me, they're all out there!
(Enough to see the stars)
Come in quickly
Pressure’s failing
It seems the hull’s had enough
Don’t run slowly
But you always do
There’s not a horror out there that competes with me and you
Come in quickly
It’s rearing its head
It waits for you, yeah, waits for you
Come in quickly
It’s rearing its head
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The ENGINE!
03:42
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I saw the size of it today
Had to be forty metres high
You should have seen their faces there
Don't listen dear, don't listen dear
Took all the curtains off the wall
Left doors wide open, hanging dry
Nothing beneath a tonne of wire
It's all I have, it's all I have
But it's not, but it's nothing
But it's not, but it's nothing
But it's not, but it's nothing
But it's not, but nothing's wrong
It took me in a silent sleep
I saw the gnawing limit there
Trying to claw over the edge
Down through a tube, down through a tube
And after I had turned away
The midnight sun would gladly go
(And after I had turned away)
Down in a haze of broken glass
So no one knows, but no one knows
(I saw the whole shape looming clear)
You rolled the barrel down the hill
And broke the leg that kept it still
(Can I be seen in awful wake?)
Crash zoom structures break open land
Bombs in the shivering, the shaking hands
(Can I remain a semantic whole?)
But it's not, but it's nothing
But it's not, but it's nothing
But it's not, but it's nothing
But it's not, but nothing's wrong
I have seen, all the black ice
Trapping legs, down the coal mine
And above, runs the pattern
Of a market, and nothing’s-
Pouring out from the spire
It comes in black waves
All of us gladly go into the pit today
It's not you, it's not me, it's the engine!
It's not you, it's not me…
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It's there as we fall asleep
Our bodies years apart
I check my phone and cry and cry
Oh, as the towers fell
They build a new one every week
But you are deathly still
You look so tired
That your eyes are wide open
You fall through the skies
And your eyes were wide open
They drape his body over
The divots in fake earth
And in his hand, your heart
Begging free, for what it's worth
Then tell him that he's superman
A cold atomic priest
But in his hand, his words
Begging free, for what you're worth
I reach under the covers
And in the bed, your heart
I check my phone and cry and cry
Oh, as the towers fell
They build a new one every week
But you are deathly still
Can’t you fall through the skies yet,
Because I love you
And I haven’t touched you on the head
The light in his eyes, you can see it
I could have heard his screams from the silo
But it's everything that you are scared of, liquified desire
A shadow in the sky, getting faster, getting higher
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BEYOND the FIELD
06:12
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And these streets are exhausting, everything looks just the same
And there's a gloaming light there, and it has your face and shape
I wouldn't have believed it, if I hadn't yet seen the stars
Flying in a half moon bent, covering what's mine and ours
Just going about their days, the bats in the underpass
A sinking feeling waits, you put paint on your mask
And it splatters in the shape of the moon, and I never want to see it again
And I wish that I could see you breathe, I wish I could get inside
And what a waste it would be
To look for myself in your eyes
Some days we are pilgrims, travelling in foreign lands
And you talk to the miller, and you take him by the hand
A bomb from the east comes down, a shiver down a black fault line
Fucking of the scenery, a summer drenched half in ice
When you don't know how cold it is, when you can't feel the ends of my hands
When you haven't seen the sunlight, when you're after dry land
All the pink in their casket, like a bed of glistening worms
You wait for the secret, then try to tell if it hurts
Then what a waste it would be
To look for myself in your eyes
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SET DOWN by the SEA
05:17
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The cars are stopping for you today
People hugging in the light of a pastry shop
Your candelabra blooms green and yellow here
On byers road
And it will fall as if from a dream
He will laugh and dance and scream
Possessed, a gurning mess on the side of the street,
going home
Toil to reach me
Hard to find me
Watch me falling alone
So you catch the windows falling
The open air is yawning
there's one face and another
The roads are clearing out endlessly
A going and to-ing and going from everywhere
Your sink-or-swim dedication carries you home
And it falls as if from outer space
He will laugh as it comes into place
Possessed, by fingernails arrested by teeth, travelling alone
So you take the birds from the sky
And set them down by the sea
In one face and another
Loving this city and, loving this city and
The lights are turning on permanently
And singing your birds to sleep
Their song aborts from the sky
A wave in reverse, just raw stimuli
And here it comes touching Earth
A glorious release and he grins, undressed
A sin and a mess and a sinner, finally home
So you leave out all the bad bits!
And you say your last goodbyes!
It's one face and another
Loving this city and, Loving this city and
It's an ugly evening, with orange lights
Shine in my eyes like the ghosts of the stars
And this is what it means to me
I never know what it means to you, or you
If I can't stay
When it's a frosty morning, in a brand new city
And I'm trying to think of a way to say I miss you
Without sounding better off
But I miss you, I miss you, I do
It won't do, this winter's breaking my back
But at least, it isn't breaking my heart
It won't do, this winter's breaking my back
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He says I split myself in two some days
And find myself awake in different beds
With baby goats and old men's heads.
Their beards still fresh, disjunctive mouths
Breathing out their apologies, they couldn't
Make it past seventy.
Because there's something inside of him
And there's something inside of me
So nothing's getting through yet.
From albumen, or pus from scars
A rotting galaxy and shooting stars.
It’s as if I’ve done it before,
Hug the gravestone, cut a tree down.
Sever roots so coiling fingers break
Their way in, crawl their way out,
And breathe again. Never done
It’s hard work and it’s him.
Can’t it be both?
Time and love being roommates,
Shoring up awkward kitchen conversations
With knocking on the walls at night.
Something is said,
And nothing is done.
No one knows what to do about it,
Anymore.
So instead I take your advice,
I build a shed from forest fires,
And try to make a man in my spare time.
He falls apart in rain, turning to hail.
He’s only hard work; he isn’t you.
I crawl back to what I’ve done before,
Lunch in graveyards, sleeping in,
Slamming shut the curtains, trees, ghosts,
The films and tiny tragedies. Doesn’t work
Like a list but a litany, pleading him,
On stuttering balls of tottering feet:
“I am only looking at you.”
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But I still have too much to say,
So if I see you driving where I’ve been,
I would wave as you went past, and time,
Time would take you away.
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The PERFUMER
11:20
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There, under the arriving sun
Smoke drifts pink into the sky
Not a warning for the sheep's field next door
But a signal at the heart of the world
Works the perfumer, a flurry of gold
His hands a blank kaleidoscope
He coaxes the top, lingers the middle, arrives at the base
A craftsman infinitesimal
It'll take him twenty thousand tries
To form the scent that lingers on your skin
For a moment
A piece of his soul, a bottle on a shelf
And never know his name
I hold in my hand
A model of his house
It's all I can find
From an architectural museum
I wait for replies
to the letters I've sent
The life I have burnt away
The love that I give
(Ahh ahh, ahh ahh)
It comes only in waves
Then it pulls back the scalp
Of the frothing expanse
Where water goes to die
I wait for reply
As he waits for the air
To kneel at his whim
Such a terrible thing
It'll take him twenty thousand tries
To form the scent that lingers on your skin
For a moment
A piece of his soul, a bottle on a shelf
And never know his name
I won't ever know his name
But I'll know,
Every place that he thinks he has been
A shadow on the world
A brilliant kind of ghost
There, he is
In every face I've ever seen
In every dream I've ever had
Etched on paper and liquid and ash
Beyond the grave…
Ambergris and cetalox and costus oil, lilybelle
Mercaptans and cashmeran and
Vetiver, neroli
Hyraceum, labdanum and clary sage, edelweiss
Opoponax, encian and benzoin, monoi…
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