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Sleep Passage

by Bleach For The Stars

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1.
Sleep Passage I 08:27
lyrics
The weeks shunt by And still I’m here asleep If I could move a muscle I would turn, and rise, and weep But weary bones and weary days have me for keeps 800 hours pass And here I am Asleep The dust piles up around A tossing shroud And every sound is muted And the sun outside is not so loud And the night arrives without a note And the bookshelves and the clothes racks Are no more than smoke And here I am So incomplete So tired Abject in my flesh And down Asleep A voice or two pokes through this soiled cocoon The idle creaking of a rolling room The heated breath descending on the sheets And halved heartbeats And nothing lasting that could grip So weak So weak Undone and less than sweet These weary bones and weary days have me for keeps A wheel of hours pass And here I am And was And am Asleep And still asleep A wheel of hours pass And here I am And was And am Asleep And still asleep Time is a word Four-lettered and aghast And if there is a present Shambling over Then the rest is no more past Then this same afternoon Pickled in a blunt jar Beneath a gathering moon Too soon So very soon The clouds are gently roaming But the world is stuck with glue An incantation whispered from a purest blue Clotting across the view And lost And lost anew And still I sleep And all the little noises in their little corridors retreat And all those eager bodies In the threshing of the night Prune their priceless mesh of light And grind their grunting hopes Till somewhere Climbing up through clearer slopes A nimble dawn picks in But all of me destroyed and slim And dwindling by the base of something vast and dim A sledge of stolen days drives past And all meanwhile And all meanwhile can last In drudgery and fast And thus, I sleep And am asleep So weak So full of weakness Undone and ever less than sweet A wheel of hours pass And here I am And was And am Asleep And still asleep Black, rotten wheels of hours pass And here I am And was And am Asleep And still asleep Black, rotten wheels of hours pass And here I am And was And am Asleep And still asleep 800 hours pass 800 hours pass 800 hours pass
2.
Sleep Passage II 07:21
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I am one with my tiredness And bare Slipping through thick, red air Sipping a bottle in the garden at twilight Harder to push up towards the sky Sipping the bottle with nothing else in my hands So tired and stale And nothing in my mind’s eye The contours of my pale face crackle The gleam of the real Left somewhat congealed As a nameless sheet coated in strips of heat Stretches up Grabs me by the roots of my raw feet And carries me deeper across the grey garden wood Out onto the street Pacing between the crooked doorways Tired and tied up in echoes and endings The glamour of something I don’t know Down to the grass Creamy, like summer snow Down to the grass Creamy, like summer snow Later has arrived Cooking a plate of small things And reaching for the wall To the upstairs rooms The same bones calling in my ears And the sticky lumps that accompany The last of dispersing years Shiny as ripped tears And something else sits upright And the faintest engine drags near And the tight coil of words Stale behind my tongue Slips down my gullet And the lessons I knew are unlearned And the memory is taken and done I am one with my tiredness And bare And quite as cold as the dead skin on the floor And the hole ploughed around in the soft dirt of the yard Or the choir of gnats by the old hardboard deck And the fingers that splutter their pattern of chores Come to a shallow shrinking of thought And are one And there’s someone else staring down some other sun And the bored, bold blot of this moment Cheapening like sweetened rust Strikes itself out on the trunk of the dusk And falls under And homeward I am Asunder And bare In the filthy, filthy knot of the matted air In my same uncomfortable bedroom chair And I stare And write And stare I am one with my tiredness And bare Slipping through thick, red air An empty bottle in the garden at night Harder to push up towards the sky That bottle sipped with nothing else in my hands So tired and stale And nothing in my mind’s eye And I stare And write And stare And I stare And write And stare
3.
Sleep Passage III 06:25
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Something happened yesterday If I knew I’d say But the miles of rough experience rise up Crash down and break apart And I am fraught And cannot drag my staggered sense away And the lost crowd of timorous thoughts Unstuck and wrenched to rude, short, emptied drops And there was never luck The folds of meanings closing Sharpest at their reach Like ribs of carrion on a desert beach And every truth is flensed and filed with grey Something happened yesterday And the long, dark hours hide the words away And the bitter, sad experiences droop And fall apart in base pigments Blasted at the black cragged beams Under whose weight I stoop In garish inconsequence In a vast pain-jointed loop In the lines that struggle limp across these gutted streams Spent as remembered And no fish ever swim And never quite the way to almost ever win Devolved and thin And bloodied with the wires I think And cannot wind back in Something happened yesterday And the brute cold grins And the hateful spin Of this carved regret Offer no further play Dense like a smile plucked out Like a severed neck Like the fat dripping from the chasms cut into respect Like fat waves of shouting and splintered mires And the drunk heat that pisses from a punched flap of fire In a storm of prim seconds Whipped up to raw iron hours And the death of flowers And the grating fingers scraping along the sides of a mute skin’s bowers No meek treasure, no sound and nothing relieved And the lines of linked footsteps blown slim And the whittling out of pleasure And no means to recover And all this forever Something happened yesterday And that is enough To end the rest of each useless, violated pavane of disgrace And in the brutal shiver of a single, silent way And this is enough And if I didn’t know I could no longer say And if I didn’t know Neither you nor I could ever really say
4.
Roused I 03:29
5.
Roused II 03:32
6.
Roused III 02:35
7.
Real Strike I 04:23
8.
Real Strike II 05:50

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Sad, personal verse accompanied by minimalist electroacoustic classical and industrial folk music.

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released August 11, 2020

art: Ben Power
music and words: Ben Power
All tracks mastered by J. Stillings at Steel Hook Audio Mastering

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Experimental multi-genre concept albums, all with a prominent Industrial edge.

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