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Whitesong 04:40
Whitesong As white as the reach between our words As white as the bones that scrape the shadow of the sun Beneath these frail skeins Everything is written And everything Everything has come undone As white as the reach between our words As white as the reach between our words Carven marks on the wet wind Flayed soil piled at their flanks The skin of the day is stricken As bleached swords savage its shanks We find no love in these new rites A signal at best There is little return for the rest There is little return Sinking and sinking in the West There is little return Sinking and sinking in the West Old songs Stabbed by stone Litter silent petals over fake light Black clouds belch across sky The storm is coming and its coming brings forth night The storm is coming and its coming brings forth night A dull thunder claps This dull white thunder claps And the flowers slump And our heads grow bald A cold rain falls A dull thunder claps This dull white thunder claps And the flowers slump And our heads grow bald A cold rain falls As white as the reach between our words As white as the reach between our words
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Burner 04:42
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Graven 05:40
Graven A glance shaken from stone He hoards the dawn Withered carcass washed by a turning flame His roar is leaf smoke through this mesh of air The wind a howling horn That scalds his frightened lichen beard None care to dream what hands could field this folded frame So deep beyond the kenning of the day Deep So deep beyond the kenning of the day Deep So deep beyond the kenning of the day But muted wood retains his borrowed song Gripped in its green-soaked brow As if the long ages had not loosened the link A scent of rain on fur Claws gashing at the grey ghosts Of a loveless glare Deep So deep So deep beyond the kenning of the day So deep So deep beyond the kenning of the day What then was meant is dying To what human folly sees A lion like a lamb Amongst the trees What then was meant is dying To what human folly sees A lion like a lamb Amongst the trees Deep So deep So deep beyond the kenning of the day What then was meant is dying To what human folly sees A lion like a lamb Amongst the trees So deep beyond the kenning of the day So deep beyond the kenning of the day
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Splinters 04:52
Splinters There is a window for the evening in my heart Where one can breathe a bitter light And watch the small stars shake inside their tin Its eyes are torn with the trappings of night Its eyes are torn with the trappings of night Hacking a cold tool under the moon We sit there to forget We sit there to forget Look for no coal in this cry Not yet But soon Rinsed in our grit as lights die Rinsed in our grit as lights die Watch me play the fool a while Reduced to ribs we will splinter Watch me play the fool a while Staring winter Reduced to ribs we will splinter Watch me play the fool a while Staring winter Reduced to ribs we will splinter Watch me play the fool a while Staring winter I shall still sit and call myself free I shall still sit and call myself free And I may still grow other stars But serpents slip between these bars But serpents slip between these bars Reduced to ribs we will splinter Watch me play the fool a while Staring winter Hacking a cold tool under the moon Hacking a cold tool under the moon Hacking a cold tool under the moon We sit there to forget We sit there Hacking a cold tool under the moon We sit there We sit there To forget
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Parched 04:05
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Rooted 04:16
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Wisp 04:42
Wisp A hooded dawn approached me Approached me with the stink of sweat Its mangled sinews bumbled through the East It spread cold cobalt lips to drink down Everything Everything that was my friend That blue mouth always sucking That blue mouth always sucking That blue mouth always sucking at his sound In night I dreamed again of dirty wings And knew that there would be no meaning for this light No more sweetness save that stitched by flies And nothing to heal That blue mouth always sucking That blue mouth always sucking at his sound I cannot rewrite his melody His breath is ash This sky hacked up his being This sky hacked up his being An endless stained descent An endless stained descent That blue mouth always sucking That blue mouth always sucking That blue mouth always sucking That blue mouth always sucking That blue mouth always sucking at his sound The axe man swings He ends Day has begun Bloody and torn and trailing my lament And stained descent And stained descent His life lost shames a hundred thousand won And if I could I would cancel the sun His life lost shames a hundred thousand won And if I could I would cancel the sun His life lost shames a hundred thousand won And if I could I would cancel the sun And if I could I would cancel the sun
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In Sight 04:06
In Sight I have broken day I have broken day And I have broken day The image is frayed As I pick rotten diamonds from my cold head Light and its slow grim embrace Has blunted me with memories Of a taste I could not tune A song that never played without regret Broken day This scab This scratch of winter grey That stinks of words And rips time through the bloody sleet Empties my guts in place of tears And bleeds my faith And pulps my failing meat Empties my guts in place of tears And bleeds my faith And pulps my failing meat I drink the gutter's slurry Breathe it as I think And know the essence of my mind is sick I drink the gutter's slurry Breathe it as I think And know the essence of my mind is sick Sick Sick Nothing of clarity Nothing of worth Nothing of clarity Nothing of worth I have broken day Broken day Broken day Broken day Broken day This scab This scratch of winter grey That stinks of words And rips time through the bloody sleet This scab This scratch of winter grey Broken day

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These cold, raw, despondent tracks capture more of my formal poems, and reinvent them, nailed up alongside thick sheets of sculpted noise and abrasive rhythmic percussion, rough, brutal layers of splintered, improvised guitar, and an unsettling mesh of otherworldly choral chants.

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released November 17, 2018

all art and music by: Ben Power

Tracks 1-8 mastered by J.Stillings at Steel Hook Audio Mastering

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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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