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Your eyes were deep, and drew me down
To the profound depths of your being
Where the abstract waves of feelings roll
And break in on the walls of my soul.
With each delicious sultry breath
You assure me pleasure is the antidote to death.
I want to get lost in you.
I want to get high on you.
I want to lie with you.
I want to die in you.
Let’s lie hand in hand on our backs in the warm sand
Staring up at the pin-pricked infinity
Revelling in our glorious insignificance.
On the road to dust and redistribution
We can bathe in swathes of rock’n’roll absolution.
I want to get lost in you.
I want to get high on you.
I want to lie with you.
I want to die in you.
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Everything Happening
03:22
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A singularity is explosive potentially.
Can expand rapidly, exponentially
With time and space for it to flow through.
Yin and Yang, Nagual and Tonal.
Binary opposites, negatives, positives.
Dimensions, directions, centres and cusps.
Being and nothingness.
Signifiers and significance.
Everything happening all at once...
Abstraction untethered from form and figuration.
Action unfettered by the norms of causation.
Colour, shape, texture, light, shade and line.
A dreamscape conjecture, not linear time.
It’s archetypal and ethereal, subliminal.
Everywhere and nowhere, what’s been and gone.
Things present, things yet to come.
Signifiers and significance:
Everything happening all at once...
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So Real
03:56
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The sky is up, the earth is down
The woman on the train is waving again
She’s moving away but she’s getting nearer
As the world spins they get younger
And so grows the hunger
For falsehoods and fallacies
Dreams of the mystical beast
On which they hope to feast
The traps are laid, the long knives unsheathed
They don’t realise that they are already bequeathed
They are wearing their death masks
But didn’t realise that they were cast
As they lay in death’s imitation
Deal sealed by the Wormy Mother aberration.
Lugubrious wormy lips
whispered lovingly in their ears
Unconscious luxurious anticipation
There was nothing else to fear
They were her chosen ones
And their time had come
To be drawn down to the Wormy Mother’s side
Down to the depths of her moist earth,
Aching, ripe for re-birth
In random, inexplicable
Profound inconsequential ways
Unctuous, fecund, rapturous haze
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Remember The Future
03:57
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Remember the future when you’re no longer extant.
Like the past, for the most part, you’re a non-participant.
Remember tomorrow,
remember all the days that are yet to come.
You might not see them, all the days that are yet to dawn
But you’ll still be there, albeit in a different form.
Remember your being is just pieces of the universe.
What makes you you? Is it molecules that assemble then disperse?
Remember the future
will be made of the same stuff that made the past.
Eternal and ever changing, remade and recast.
Forever rearranging, for as long as time will last.
Remember tomorrow is just a re-working of today.
I’ve a fondness for my consciousness, but I doubt that it will remain.
Remember the future,
where change is the only certainty in truth.
And there’s nothing you can do for the present, it can’t last.
But I’m glad I was here with you, to share the time we passed.
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Slush Puppy Psychosis
03:41
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Genes are digging their own groove, I’m just along for the ride.
Don’t blame me for my imperfections, or my whimsical turns.
A double helix, a cat called Felix, etched upon my soul.
On the road to hell and redemption, and did I forget to mention?
Epiphany at half-past-three with the apostles of apostrophe.
Pontious Pilate, pilates pirate, Mary, Joseph and me.
Do I exist in time, or does time exist in me?
The question is meaningless, I guess? What the heck, I need to digress.
Slush puppy psychosis, a brain freeze necrosis.
Am I lost in space? Is space lost in me?
Teetering on the brink of insanity.
Nonsense, nuanced nonsense, I must keep up the pretence.
ingredients were listed at my conception, assembled at their direction.
A tiny little piece of the universe, prone to disordered outbursts.
Entropy! Entropy! Leave me be! Entropy! Entropy! It’s got it in for me.
Slush puppy psychosis, a brain freeze necrosis.
Am I lost in space? Is space lost in me?
Teetering on the brink of insanity.
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A Sign In Space
03:14
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I left a sign in space to show that I was here so I might know
Where I’d been when I returned next time.
Something I could recognise, that would clearly signify
That I was here and that this sign was mine. A sign in space.
I left my sign with deep regret and travelled on, but hopeful yet
That I’d return and find my sign once more.
Somewhere different from elsewhere, distinct because my sign is there,
A reference point to organise my thoughts. A sign in space.
But as I travel on I find that everything becomes a sign
Of being different from what it’s not.
And I’ve come to realise there is nothing else but signs
The presence I was searching for is lost. A sign in space.
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The Gate
03:09
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Standing on the edge of Sunday, about to fall into Monday
Standing on the precipice of another faceless week
From the corner of my mind madness calls
With the promise of a better life if I had the balls.
Set me free from the restraints of rationality
And set sail on the high seas to the shores of insanity
Where the oppressors no longer reign
Set free from their fear and their pain.
I’m leaving in the morning, not too early, I get up late.
If you want to come I’ll meet you at the gate.
I don’t have one, but it’s where the metaphor would be.
Fuelled by imagination, who knows our destiny?
Who knows what we will see?
She whispered, The thing you seek can never be bought
Can only be yearned for, and sought.
The child like thing you lost along the way
Is floating out there somewhere beyond the end of the day.
She said, You’re just a tiny collection
Of ever-changing, vibrating little things
That are you and me, and everything.
Deep down, this you have always known.
Understand this and you’ll never be alone.
I’m leaving in the morning, not too early, I get up late.
If you want to come I’ll meet you at the gate.
I don’t have one, but it’s where the metaphor would be.
Fuelled by imagination, who knows our destiny?
Who knows what we will see? Who knows our destiny?
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Together
03:05
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If parting is such sweet sorrow
Then my brave words are sounding hollow
And my brave face has fallen away
On a calendar I’d count the days
Till we could be together…
My tears wash a distant shore.
I taste the bitter taste of sad remorse
When all that I love is so far away
On a calendar I’d count the days
Till we could be together…
Barriers of time and space
Deny me the warmth of your embrace.
Would that I could, I’d tear them away.
On a calendar I’d count the days
Till we could be together…
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Time Heals
03:33
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Wish I could hold you and say I love you
But you are not here to hear.
You left me hopelessly bereft.
Your last breath still lives in me.
With each beat of my heart
My body and soul hate that we’re apart.
Time heals? Cruel euphemism and a lie.
I’ll carry you deep within me till I die.
Be still my darling. I still live in you
And will until your last breath.
Tomorrow and tomorrow
There’s no need for sorrow.
I’m in here in your heart
And with every step you take.
We are entwined, what a wonderful fusion.
Time’s flow carries to that natural union.
Tread lightly, love and be loved.
Nothing can ever diminish from above.
Here before we remembered, before we could see
And will forever be…
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Gripper Lee 3 Bexhill, UK
Quirky alternative art rockers with pagan folk and blues influences, whose witty lyrics offer a wry look at life and death and the cycles of nature. Old enough to know better, but daft enough to do it anyway, this oddball outfit from East Sussex (UK) play edgy and eclectic original material in their own unique style. ... more
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