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Parlance
03:24
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Does it ail you to aspire to garish parlance we’d parade when our desires were new?
Tactile whispers, scorched to cinders, leave an empty phrase to stray, knowing our minds were tuned
Still there’s so much physical language between us; so much physical communication
As we spawned our phantom marker and skewed the sense of charm we’d trade, letting the pause infuse
We survive on flesh distraction; now performance talks our game – a script with the words removed
Now there’s so much physical language between us; so much physical communication
Can you hear the walls fall down?
Can you hear them tumble down?
I’m still waiting
You’re still waiting
So much physical language between us; so much physical communication
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2. |
A Certain Fractal Light
04:05
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A mental halt, the state of denial I’m in
Oh, God, it’s mutual
A waking thought personified; I mean it
Oh, God, it’s mutual
So long I’ve waited for this day to come and now it’s here
Against the odds, we struck and we sparked and let all truths flow
The lightning strike has a meaning as it fires into the night
The moon gets lost when it’s raining
There’s a certain fractal light that clears my eyes
With deep respect, I fantasised we’d meet and, oh, how this floors the dream
I had to sculpt some courage and fire to make it
Oh, man; intense-serene
Too long I’ve waited for the pain to numb; it really seared
To all intents and purposes shown, I got a taste for love
The lightning storm can be freaky (in a fine way, to my mind)
The moon gets lost when it’s raining in a haze of tender light
The lightning strike has a meaning as it fires into the night
The moon gets lost when it’s hailing
There’s a certain fractal light that clears my eyes
A mental halt, the state of denial I’m in
Oh, God, it’s mutual
A waking thought personified; I mean it
Oh, God, it’s mutual
So long I’ve waited for this day to come and now it’s here
Against the odds, we struck and we sparked and let all truths flow
The lightning storm can be freaky (in a fine way, to my mind)
The moon gets lost when it’s raining in a haze of tender light
The lightning strike has a meaning as it fires into the night
The moon gets lost when it’s hailing
There’s a certain fractal light that clears my eyes
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3. |
Not Noticing
04:47
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Silence hails reflection beyond your eyes
A spaceman gains perspective alone with time
We pool our observations; it underlines:
You notice things, I wander blind through life
So, humour me until the sex lines close
Eye the skies
Deep cold introspection improves the mind
Solitude aids collection of thoughts through time
The blatancy can pass right by my side
So, humour me until the sex lines
(We all can genderfy)
Until the sex lines close
Towering high
Egos search for frailties to undermine
Celebrate the differences in our lives
Not noticing is just how I get by
So, humour me until the sex lines
(We all can genderfy)
Until the sex lines close
There’s no denying divides
I have an axe you can grind
I never said I would try for you
Is this a bugbear of size; a fault, you imply, inherent in my sight?
Silence hails reflection beyond your eyes
A spaceman gains perspective alone with time
We pool our observations; it underlines:
You notice things, I wander blind through life
So, humour me until the sex lines
(We all can genderfy)
Until the sex lines close
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4. |
Truth Or Dare
03:35
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Let’s assume that I hadnít fought to debate my mind
Let’s assume that I’d stayed at home for the fading light
Let’s assume that that lonesome partner had passed unscathed
Let’s assume youíre not shooting off allegations of bloody death by the lake
Let’s suppose that I have a function to empathise
Let’s suppose that I’d hate the hurt in her loverís eyes
Let’s suppose there’s no guilty steel beneath my soil
Let’s suppose I’m not keeping schtum of a danger that bubbles deep in this boy
Wrong
You got it wrong
I’m not the one caught in my own truth or dare
Am I just in denial?
I’ll regret this for all my life
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5. |
Elder Statesman
04:12
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Where do you want your head today?
We dine al fresco on the sounds that shaped our days
The tenure in vogue or David?
He redefines our taste in the Pretty Things he throws our way (Oh! You)
You tear me apart
Can your prose and tight notes win my heart?
You tear me apart
Do your gloats and white nose want my heart?
Where did you want your feet today?
Was the mud consensual?
Did it foil your planned escape?
Young hopes for a new dawn nailed it
An elder statesman stole it
All the Martians love a Dame
You tear me apart
Can your prose and tight notes win my heart?
You tear me apart
Do your gloats and white nose want my heart?
Torn between your sounds and the ‘scene’, again and again
You tear me apart
Can your prose and tight notes win my heart?
You tear me apart
Do your gloats and white nose want my heart?
You tear me apart
Can your prose and white notes win my heart?
You tear me apart
Do your gloats and big shows want my heart?
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6. |
The Letter
04:18
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We were in awe of a rising dawn
Alone and apart with our heads raised up
A hot beacon despairing of all
The land people inside our bubbles
With me here and you nowhere near
Our letters journeyed far; itís so far
Donít presuppose the writing on the wall
The word is the law but the law gets broken
A pen letter caresses the core
Your prior tidings just fired me up more
I sealed an urgent appeal to influence your call
I still patiently sit by the door
But you, surely, know itís your go
I brood and blindly conclude an error has occurred
The letter addressed to me from you was lost
Now I don’t know how you feel for me
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Give it time, for sure you'll grow out of nothing
Detractors say, ‘Go home, back where you’re breeding’
Their bias thickens up when minds are narrowing
Where’s their love?
Hells above
I live just for you
Soapbox gods that carry disdain and shout your name won't stop
I live just for you and your strange thoughts
How to change the mind of a zealot
Stubborn in his chant to cast out the different
While aimless sheep lap up his mantras of ignorance
You brave their slurs and take their worst
I live just for you
Soapbox gods that carry disdain and shout your name won't ever stop
I live just for you and your strange thoughts
Peaceful warpaint, needled armour, shredded finery
Improvised sore lines to vilify our tribes
Will fall on deaf ears while we live our lives for no one
I live just for you
Soapbox gods that carry disdain and shout your name won't stop
I live just for you and your strange thoughts
Peaceful warpaint, needled armour, shredded finery
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8. |
Ghostburn
03:38
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Ghost burn; these haunting scars you left won’t heal
Ghost burn; a charring emotion
Reels turn, directing taunted freedom scenes
I hurt; it’s a caustic erosion
Ghost burn; why is it burning?
Ghost burn; I feel it burning
Lost without the touch I crave
Misdirection stains my name
Realisation threw your game (ghost burn)
Tore a leaf from ‘The Great Escape’
Guess your world has a worldly taste
I wish Hell would freeze someday (ghost burn)
Ghost burn; would fresh adventures rescue me?
Hope stirs to extinguish the mind fire
Scars lurk to fence my burned potential in
Girls turn on detecting the smoulder
Ghost burn; why is it burning?
Ghost burn; I feel it burning
Ghost burn
Ghost burn; these haunting scars you left won’t heal
Ghost burn; a charring emotion
Reels turn, directing taunted freedom scenes
I hurt; it’s a caustic erosion
Ghost burn; why is it burning?
Ghost burn; I feel it burning
Ghost burn; why is it burning?
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9. |
Gods
04:56
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Winters come and summers go
Come the spring, new life is shown
Autumn past; my favourite time
Now is the season my father died
What a kick to the guts
So intense that it burned
I have no experience to draw upon
Tell me there’s somewhere to turn;
Somewhere to learn from others’ fears
Somewhere to save me from vulnerable tears
‘Let it out and ease the hurt’
I just can’t summon the words
It undresses me to tell it
Gods, you know I’ve had enough
You’ve made me face it
Gods, you know I’ve had enough
Now you’ve made me face it
First time I held your hand since I was three
I can’t reverse this unfairness thrust upon you and me
Gods, you know I’ve had enough
‘Cause you’re always taking
I can’t believe how death affected me
I cannot deal with life expectancy
A man who has been always there to mentor me
No more laughing, hugs or pride, but he lives on still in my memory
Gods, you know I’ve had enough
‘Cause you’re always taking from me
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10. |
Mist
03:46
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Trials by night; botanical, medicinal
Trials by night; passions turn – does it help at all?
Trials by night; kiss the floor, stain the wall
Trials by night; rations burn – is it warm indoors?
Taste just what you’ve grown
Mist in your home
Savour the moment when your dead legs swirl
And time stands still
Now, raze just what you’ve honed
Mist in your zone
There was a moment when you lost the world
Trials by night give urge to stand and challenge the man
Trials by night; punctured rules of unservile boys
Trials by night; hopes are high – DECLASSIFY
Trials by night; sensible is the only choice
So, taste just what you’ve grown
Mist in your home
Savour the moment when your dead legs swirl
And time stands still
Now, raze just what you’ve honed
Mist in your zone
There was a moment when you lost the world
Laugh and love and sway and fall
Embrace and smile and spin and crawl
Forgive, relax and see and know the pleasure in this when youíre alone
So, taste just what you’ve grown
Mist in your home
Savour the moment when your dead legs swirl
Taste just what you’ve grown
Mist in your home
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Echos of 80s New Wave bands mix with darker underground music scenes to produce a guitar and synth-based retro-futurist sound for the 21st Century.
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