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A saint is divided
03:09
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An ethereal emission devoid of all light winds its way upwards
And it’s of a different order than the rocking and rolling
and stirred up sawdust
Doll’s eyes fixed on a cicada shell in the corner
Each night another flake has fallen
Only you could reverse the order of things, discard your intestines
Float on a stream of collected claws and twigs and pressed flowers
Stripped of their cause, an enlightened void in the disembodied hours
A transcendental game of chase
You’ve taken their names away
You’re setting the grooves in place
But deep underground they’re gathering around,
dressing your flesh for the fire
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2. |
Siege
07:15
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What have I done
Your time has come
Play your analeptic cards
We know who you are
What have I done
Your time has come
Try to sink beneath the earth
With your tin rattling curse
A melted wasteland on every side
Staked around with dismembered eyes
A chorus of screeches from the earth to the sky
Scratching and pawing the fever to life
And did you dare forget the basement
Did you try and skip a payment
Did you think to outrun us
What have I done
Your time has come
You can hide between the folds
We know where you go
What have I done
Your time has come
We come to revive toxic limbs
To be swarming again
Catcalls rise through clefts in the soil
They’re eyeing Olympus, freedom’s on hold
Insatiate spread through welcoming pores
Drawing libations on the bathroom floor
And did you try to observe
All the rites of the firm
Indistinguished as the dirt?
What have I done?
I deserve you
Unadorned view
Cracks and columns all across my back
Rip my clothes off
And tear away the boys
They don’t know all the things I’ve done
I lay down my my tools
Dreams are untruths
Bind myself here till the day I die
I pay tribute
Write my skin anew
When the wind turned I was infested with flies
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3. |
Creeping hands
02:21
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4. |
Rollcall
04:52
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Then I wore rags, a beggar in the sand
You did not speak my name
No you best not speak my name
Bow your head and turn away
When you raised your eyes
I held up a withered hand
For all the wives to see
Rained on down a thousand stars
Maimed every boy to be
Can’t you see the vapour that I breathe, corruptibility
Original sin, the failure that we breed, scratch the name from the roll
I was a father a mother and a child
I pray the silent pleas
Built my empire on a hoard of concessions
Like pulling baby teeth
Speak and call to bear
All your boyfriends of yore
They’re timid as the breeze
One look, one word, they’re scattered on the floor
Now come and dance upon the seeds
Can’t you see the vapour that I breathe, corruptibility
Original sin, the failure that we breed, scratch the name from the roll
Everywhere you found me
A burred up blade
Came creeping down your neck
Lean in closer, I’m strapped in to ya
Every sinking step
Everywhere you found me
Padding through these halls
You peered inside my mouth
Begged to find a parasite breeding
Turn me inside out
Turn me inside out
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5. |
Lispenard St
05:12
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We locked ourselves on the rooftop bare
The sun retreating fast
The sky gave way to the stuff of equations
We kicked stones down to the cars
I’ll get by with a little help from my friends
But I know they will without mine
I took a leap, I came down crashing
The stairs held onto the night
I’d never heard the sound of the sea
We never found that cabin of his
Let off the brakes, I’m going in search of lost time
You don’t know how it feels
Eggshells under the concrete
But hey! I walk these streets
Skip the cracks or trace their curves
A silver penny for your cares
I got my legs from the devil on loan
I’m gonna give them back well fed
Fallen empires big as whales
Eaten inside out
Staccato trumpet calls
Just commas on my route
I’d never had my own set of keys
The trapdoor taped under the sink
Let off the brakes, I’m going in search of lost time
You don’t know how it feels
To know the creatures of the deep
I crawled beneath the trees
Pebbles lead straight back to me
You don’t know how it feels
Blacked out lines run halfway in
They’re under lock and key
I’m society’s true thief
You don’t know how it feels
You can’t know how it feels
Hey! I walk these streets
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6. |
Me oh my
03:38
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Did you hear my boy on the radio tonight
Feel them airwaves swooning
He must’ve got the nod from up on high
Set the floorboards grooving
And he don’t have to sing, he don’t push his line
His voice is the colour of the creeping tide
He swaggers like a villain in the midday sun
Whispers sweet nothings when the fighting’s done
It’s a poor man’s silhouette, ya hear
His pitter patter breaths all in my ears
Ohhhhh keep your eyes off mine
Ohhhhh oh me oh my, I done won the mystery prize
I might let her brush the back of your hand
Even taste you if it’s all you can stand
But if she tries to pocket any of the morning
I was born under a splitting sky and the ocean all swarming
Ohhhhh keep your eyes off mine
Ohhhhh oh me oh my, I done won the mystery prize
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7. |
Raincoats
06:29
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A million miles from shore
The waves come washing slow
Laid out and bare
Nowhere to turn back to
Unstained squares in the dull moonlight
The tap runs smooth and strong
Calls on cracks in bones unwhite
Stumbling on and on
A sickle moon lights up my true love’s face
Dancing in the dark
The mirror’s screaming a circus gait
Then light tears me apart
Where do you go, the ground gone between us
When you return you wear a new sleeve
One’s for the treason under my bed
Glass and silken stone
Then for the faces, one by one
All lined up in a row
Now cause I’ve drifted far from the pen
And now cause there’s no one home
I promised to pull you inside of this mess
Beneath the circling crows
Where do you go, the ground gone between us
When you return you wear a new sleeve
Footsteps flash through the cracks, claim the light
Don’t open the door
The corridor’s folding back on the night
Don’t open the door
They’re picking at locks and calling them out
Scratches and splinters
The trapdoor edges smooth all around
Don’t open the door
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8. |
Hiroki's bench
06:07
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Beneath the dying waves
Beyond their naming day
Before the stirring breath
I found the last undying place
I reach out across the sea
Press my body against the whimpering wind
And when this cliff just might refuse to carry on
I dive in
Ooooooo
I’m a string without a tone
Ride the sky to the source of the sun
I’m the ages as they sweep across a landscape on the run
And now I see the marionette
The static rising out of a current in the air
You were just a stagehand on the set
I can forgive I can’t forget
Ooooooo
Driving through the autumn rain
Carrion carried on and on, state to state
False peaks I see and still believe
I’m lifeless as these starched sheets
Fall to feel to shake it free
My soul a mise en abyme for no one to read
You taught me how the seed erupts
Now I’m forever covered up
Ooooooo
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Hey, where did you go?
I saw you standing in the door
Phantom limb sweat in the hall
Crack to close up and dissolve
I shouldn’t stare you in the eye
I want too hard, offend the twilight
I’m facing off with my mind
Placed you in a pickling jar
Discover you on down the line
Do do do do do
Wires fly overhead
A stream of echoes in the air
I lost the red thread
bound the world and all my friends
It feels like a sit-com silhouette now it’s done
But the closing credits just keep rolling on and on and on and on and on and on
You forgot to take your coat
I might’ve stalled you on the stairs
Enough to catch another red
Scratch a contingent scab
Stretch his pulse along barbed wire
for just another morning lying
There and I’d stay all day
Burrow in between the seconds
Thieving from a thin forever
Driving north late afternoon
Sweet-blinded by the sun
The pawing hands of Saturday
release us one by one
A virgin carpet in the driveway
To carve and call our own
I christen every creaking floorboard
As the main show
It feels like a sit-com silhouette now it’s done
But the closing credits just keep rolling on and on and on and on and on and on
La la la la la
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10. |
Kintsukuroi crumble
04:33
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Philosophy’s down the hall
Back through the open door
A fallow afterthought
The promise gone to dust
And with the broken vase
A little more life
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A Straw Assembly
‘For the birds and the stars.’
Matt Lane writes songs for cavernous days and haunted
nights. From the first whisper of a note, he conjures stories from the most far away and unlikely places. Between cracks in the pavement, under restless floorboards, or suspended in the air, he takes you on a journey beyond the daily confines.
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