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Not just, a love song
04:31
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Reel me with infinite artistry
hard lines aren’t just imaginary
party to all imaginable
cruelties you get me to share
Fascists really are everyone
fails you sooner or lately I
hear you’re building betrayals from
genius granules of truth
No piece missing your imaginary
parting shots are pretty dazzling
the gas light’s always out of order, says the
screenshot by the stereo but
only if you squint a little
Past spread putrid and interminable
beef sucks life into its labyrinth
of e-mail lists the end of empathy the
ones you call the hearts who cannot
suffer and it’s not just me it’s
Too many friends are dying or
dead to you aren’t lying it’s
not just you can’t help it I
can’t fucking help any more
Still miss the pieces the powder I
left for dead on your shoulder we
danced on cliff faces crumbling
xanax you saved me that night
But if I said wait maybe
I was somehow the enemy
now with leap and abandon you
never imagine you’re anyone else
But if I said wait maybe
I was somehow the enemy
now with leap and abandon I
never imagine you’re anyone
else
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2. |
Josephine Sunshine
02:42
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How does it feel to be Wanted,
a girl with hushed brown eyes
leading on the FBI
enjoying the silent highs
of sunshine
The snow it is burning
the weather, it is quack
A torrid time twister
with no turning back
Head down to the river Josephine
Pour water on your body Josephine
Float away, float away, through the river Josephine
May your spirit in the night come to me
The orange leaves are falling
in bleak October's thrall
Bed down as a field mouse
burn down the slaughter house
The girl with the bird tattoo,
the shepherd, the masseuse
Put out a fire and birth a child
you eco-terrorist
Head down to the river Josephine
Pour water on your body Josephine
Float away, float away, through the river Josephine
May your spirit in the night come to me
Head down to the river Josephine
Pour water on your body Josephine
Float away, float away, through the river Josephine
May your spirit in the night come to me
May your spirit in the night come to me
May your spirit in the night come to me
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3. |
We are
04:48
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To generalise the offensive means
to radicalise disaffection with whichever hierarchy you choose to
exercise our destructive creativity
against the society of the spectacle
sabotage the machines that sabotage our lives
promote Indefinite wildcat general strikes
always to have mass meetings
in all the separate sites of struggle
give a direct use value to everything, occupy
permanently the factories and the public buildings
organise self-defence of the conquered territories and on with the music
We are compliant and broken, and
We are gardens of silence, and
We have scratched off our faces with
Credit scores, petticoats, warped pauper’s memories,
Co-ordinates magnetised,
We’ll raise the dead.
They are a defunct assembly of
Ghouls, ‘our superiors’, cream-sucking
Fools, their cluelessness systems of
Staples, potatoes, detectives and diagrams,
They think the dead should just
Be more polite.
We are circles of anxious stars,
Flying rags of brutal factory girls
We will visit them secretly,
Matchsticks and wildcat strikes inside our rumoured eyes,
Hatred glows visible,
We’ll raise the dead.
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Fairytale ending
04:32
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Who would love the dragon
child with quickening breath
two red rocket shoes, too good to lose
who’ll dance herself to death
Unsettle the familiar
let down thrice unspoken
she unfolds her hair, no longer there
the story which is broken
Wasted elation, no insulation
emotions for any occasion
fire back, you see
you see, occasionally
Dishes pile high as
the very tallest tower
in which you find within your mind
the very smallest bower
There you could spin a lifetime
soothing fucking thorns
the witch, your master Mary
has nothing except scorn
Wasted elation, no insulation
emotions for any occasion
fire back, you see
you see, occasionally
(Oh my lady)
It breathes, the law
And those it protects
(Laid waste, laid waste to me)
It sings inside
(Oh wasted lady)
And they are like flowers
(Laid me waste, wasted me)
Chaste as glass
(Oh my lay me)
And their souls shall flow
(Waste me, lady)
Like piss
in the streets of the great city
(Oh oh oh my lady, waste for me
Oh my lady
Laid me
Waste)
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Stolen Goods Nottingham, UK
Nottingham band lamenting defeat. ache absolutions. big piano energy. apocalypse pop.
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