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Vial
06:09
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I fell back in and found myself today
I’d been away
The ended books, the clothes stuffed out on shelves
The scent of stains
A painting in the rain
A violin case broken and in pain
A sob of day
And something fainter tapping out in red
But mostly grey
And all in wide, dull chorus, scattering some little name
So much of quite the same
And, fleetingly, a brushing mouth pinned up with blame
And almost vain
And under me, a bed
And over me a jolt of cobwebs
And my flippant nods and footsteps taken drained
The beached remains
More footsteps in the folding light
So very strange
If not entire
There was somewhere to walk
Led out beyond the gnashing street-glares
And the tamest ravages of morning drains
And still inane and somewhere
And still a fallow dash across to sane
The pyres flared to nothing
And a pair of soft, wet legs crumpled
And bent down, maimed
Then just a beach far off into the light
The plummeting of gulls
A hymn beyond all sound or hope of sight
The tinkle of sharp madness ground in night
And the brief blasts of a block of fleeing trains
The salt-water and the harder tastes exchanged
A drum beat burst behind two eyelids
Spelling out the losses of this whispered game
More than empty yet
Lesser than could be full, or even brave
I stayed
And the mercy of the bedclothes gripping
And the rest will fade
Even if I could never know the song I played
Back between odd squat walls
And ill-slung canvasses stuck into flat black frames
And too late
Too late to pull the pieces out again
A humbled shame
A shallow rise
Sticking the skin back on again
Merging the moist ashes of the mourning day
It’s better that way
It just has to be better
In that way
The rest is nature redefined
Refined alone
Otherwise, blind
Bonded in stone
Dropping away
Dropping away in kind
Dropping away
Dropping away in time
Dropping away
Dropping away in kind
Dropping away
Dropping away in time
Dropping away
Dropping away in kind
Dropping away
Dropping away in time
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Barque
04:07
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Single Spaces
04:54
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Up and down the stairwell of the day
Each step is yawning
And wooden are the breaths
A storm is coming
But somewhere on the way
I’m waiting
Forming
And nothing I can say can change a thing
Adrift from my belonging
Whilst outside restless windows
You’re still calling
And packing up the coats and blankets
Stifled by our falling
And pushing every tuneless note
Into my awnings
And just in case you had to ask again
The day is dawning
What could be said against this is outdated
And nothing more will leave me satiated
The time is grasping closer by each handful
Of all the lessened memories
That I flung
And stamped on
And obliterated
Up and down the stairwell of the day
Each step is yawning
And wooden are the breaths
A storm is coming
But somewhere on the way
I’m waiting
Forming
And nothing I can say can change a thing
Adrift from my belonging
Whilst outside restless windows
You’re still calling
And packing up the coats and blankets
Stifled by our falling
And pushing every tuneless note
Into my awnings
And just in case you had to ask again
The day is dawning
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Winnower
05:34
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5. |
Kites On The Meadow
06:34
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6. |
Tomorrow It Rained
05:52
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Yesterday we drove out through the fields
A velvet-lined mosaic in green and blue
The Winter air was nestling in our clothes
We pulled up with the seagulls as they flew
You called into the backseat with small words
I turned my head and caught a snap of smiles
The sea was wrapping all around our view
The rich road led us on for miles and miles
And nothing was the same
Nothing was the same
And nothing was the same
And nothing was the same
Nothing was the same
And nothing was the same
And nothing was the same
Nothing was the same
And nothing was the same
The pages turned
We took our goes
We held our cards
The game was played
Today we drove out through the freezing fields
All muddy browns and sickly turgid blues
We saw a pheasant dashed against the road
I spoke about a matter on the news
The backseats rattled with the engine’s churn
I folded up the papers on my lap
You swore out as you almost missed the turn
And then we drove on in and that was that
And nothing was the same
Nothing was the same
And nothing was the same
And nothing was the same
And nothing was the same
Nothing was the same
And nothing was the same
And nothing was the same
I reached my hands out and I felt for you
But you had gone already to the gate
I fumbled out some words that I could use
Uncertain and unsteady and too late
The man inside was cold and coiled in black
He filed the numbers then he lodged the names
And nothing else could ever be the same
And tomorrow
Tomorrow it rained
Tomorrow
Tomorrow it rained
Tomorrow
Tomorrow it rained
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Bleach For The Stars Harwich, UK
Experimental multi-genre concept albums, all with a prominent Industrial edge.
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