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With the vaguest pulsations
I read your letter where the iron bridge crosses
I don't like
That other world
And so you paid all the rangers
To flip me off in the greasy weather
I thought it
Was the final straw
Perhaps you could show me the way now
Perhaps you could show me the way now darling
Write the words in front of them
Henry Flower's Compendium
Rip the flags in front of them
Henry Flower's Compendium
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I'll Send You a Panther
01:05
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Won't you climb?
To a tower that is rotting in decline
Vile water creeping forward to the brine
Cross the finish line
And I'll send you a panther
Is it real?
The body that the water still reveals
And the moment was devoured by the eels
Is that how you feel?
Then I'll send you a panther
I'll give up
And strand me in another light
Give a final alibi
This morning's over
Nothing here is mine
But won't you climb?
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Beef Olives
02:08
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Powered by fist-sized particles
I'll put you down as a question mark
In God's address book
Mantlepiece heavy
Beef Olives
We're all so unbelievably close again
Straight vodka to the jawbone
I'll sign you up for tennis lessons this week
And beef olives in a jar
When you wake up who will you see?
Will it be her or will it be me?
Or the silent creature resting in the sea?
Is that a form or a UFO?
When you wake up who will you see?
Will it be her or will it be me?
A destroyed temple?
A wave of the hand?
Another party again...
Beef Olives in a jar
And that's the sabre kid floating in heaven without you tonight
Catch the righteous one early the worm is inside of his eye
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4. |
Jack The Abattoir
01:23
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With your unconscious key strokes
You paint the city
And you're emitting
Rays to touch the quiet folks
With your unconscious key strokes
Richer than air
Jack the abattoir
The sad boy does his black math
To give a meaning
To hawkers screaming
"Oh, he's the voice of the people man"
The sad boy does his black math
Pithy and quaint
Jack the abattoir
Sailing beyond a world you don't know
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Rollerblading in a graveyard
Because the maggots could use light
Rollerblading in a graveyard
Dreaming how I'm gonna die
And if I find the stings of grass
Accommodate my bones
Between Johnson and Jones
I'll be home
Rollerblading, rollerblading
Rollerblading in a graveyard
Between the nests of twisted thorns
That populate the graveyard
And suck you in its more
Oh so give the anarchist a shovel
Placate his distress
Or whatever you think's best
For his head
I know I'm better off dead
Than rollerblading, rollerblading
Rollerblading in a graveyard
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6. |
Annie Jump Cannon
03:20
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Annie Jump Cannon
Is a star on my path
Separate, delineate
A map from a chart
Colour's shining through the night
And dinner will be burnt tonight
I'm not a housewife if I'm combing the stars
Annie Jump Cannon is a freedom from afar
And it's okay
We don't ever have to be the same, be the same
We're never ever gonna be the same, be the same
A stolen whiskey
Says I'm wasting my life
If I can't puzzle out this
Infinity of sky
And all this beauty classified
That's something here I can't ignite
I'm not a housewife if I'm combing the stars
Annie Jump Cannon is a freedom from afar
And it's okay
We don't ever have to be the same, be the same
We're never ever gonna be the same, be the same
A supernova greeted distant and bright
A spectra pattern of a brilliant kind
And it's okay
I don't ever have to be the same, be the same
They don't ever have to be the same, be the same
OBAFGKM
Cos
She's a housewife to the motherfucking stars
Annie Jump Cannon is a friend from afar
And it's okay
I don't ever have to be the same, be the same
Because she didn't have to be the same, be the same
A supernova greeted distant and bright
A spectra pattern of a brilliant kind
And it's okay
I don't ever have to be the same, be the same
They don't ever have to be the same, be the same
We're never ever gonna be the same
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Jaw
03:24
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Weekend drinks and spoiled sundress
From vitriol to truth
And that is that I love you
Or at least think I do
And beer saturated rosewood
You're cylinder's askew
You sublimate into view
Smelling of salt and June
A casual laugh
A glance at the map
A strip of your light
Banjax the joke
The journeyman spoke
His abbey is mine
His vestments are white
The claustrophobic way you greet him
Poison static shapes
Of a voice that cares
And all of the glasswork glares
And you're connection seems to strengthen
Someone says your name
And asks how his beard plays
And motions to centre stage
I step out the mist
The high ground is his
I'm petty and numb
So I'll down the booze
Say goodbye to Loose
The afternoon hums
A delusion's begun
And the only lesson from this
Is all it takes for me to break
Is the slightest of touches
A guild of fools
To bat my ghoulish clutches
PRAISE TO THE JOURNYMEN!
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9. |
Hannah Disraeli
04:32
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Give your drinks to Hannah Disraeli
She's had a long night
Eyes flashing brake lights
She puts the crossed bones up on the sail
She laughs at the right time
If stories are told
And I've a feeling that's she's just struck gold...
Not that we'd ever doubt her
To dismantle a fascist charmer
And pulverise the twisting of his thoughts
Beyond the trap of intuition
And of ever faithless reason
She will find the ashes
Of her kind
Build bridges and waste time
The city is facing its siegers
And she hasn't slept for 2 years
Our cowardice in sharper relief
We know when they come for her we won't leave
When they come for her
For Hannah Disraeli
Hannah Disraeli
We won't leave
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Savour of its silence
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11. |
The Inverted World
05:21
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Killed a good friend today
Bruised mustard skin
Won't peel away
And the landscape
Spits a storm
I scatter teeth like grain
While with the apathy of birds
Striker binds the girls
Mr Sand predicts a storm
Anticipates a hurricane
As I stare at the wall
The future falls away
And words with horror crawl out through
The circle of your grin
A dark blue
And the plastic iron of my arm
Is seizing up
Reveals a white scar
I'd love to see you again
But there's no gurantee
Of anything
Cross the river, cross the sea
Cross my heart
And hope to bleed
Oh and words with horror crawl out through
The circle of your grin
A black blue
And as Striker bends them to his will
And goes in softly for the kill
And leaves the dried out tongues unheard
Scan the ridge
And see the struts
Folding outwards
"Play the game, but don’t believe in it – that much you owe yourself…"
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
Adjusts their errant curls
And winks at me
But I don't think that
I can swim much further
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
Striker binds the girls
For the inverted world
The landscape simply whirls
In the inverted world
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The Mara London, UK
"You can never be strong/ You can only be free."
Guided By Voices
I eat spit and make psych shit. Or other things.
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