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A Beach with No Footprints

by Bleach For The Stars

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1.
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
2.
Barque 04:07
3.
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
4.
Winnower 05:34
5.
Kites On The Meadow 06:34
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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A few tracks reflecting on personal circumstances. Music composed on a single unplugged bass guitar manipulated in Reason 12.

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released January 22, 2022

all music/lyrics/artwork: 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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