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Feathered Brain
03:25
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when you slapped the cow
when you ate your frown
the beads in your pocket spilled
like piss from an owl
feathered brain
splat words form beak
break him time clock
backwards hand zoo
translucent paste
peeled from dead walls
in return for
generous funding
will you not renounce
tiny grasping hands
they feed in your pocket still
like a postal frame
I sing at her
I think at her
our mother hare
our threshold bare
tang doc pride mate
lift she up cloud
forward think ape
globs of good paste
prang forth beach land
let us bring forth
generous future
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2. |
Using Pumps
03:57
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Using Pumps
In late or ideal
Asleep
Feigning good cause
It keeps
Pleading for service
In need of a chair
Erasing bad fortunes
Improving the air
Taken down to the back streets
And fed like a clown
On the good shit
Using up
Find a way to destroy
Using up
Find a way destroy
Using up
find a way to destroy
Using pumps
We’ll find a way to destroy
Using up
Find a way to destroy
Using pumps
We’ll find a way to destroy
We’ll find a way to destroy
To destroy
Social but handsome
You’re up to the view of time they clench
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Ohms
02:55
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Like a spinning cube on the receptionist's screen,
my wrist seems positively charged.
A time to swim around the mantle
and to the seed.
Placed as it was in garden, it hardens and gives up birth.
And in doing so it also gives up girth.
Potassium and coal in the postman’s dream:
“What could these materials mean?”
“In terms of work and my good fortune?”
He divines his life as it was in city.
In the hives of other minds.
Apprehend the feathered beast.
Heal his mind.
Heal his beak.
Try to save every word that he speaks behind the curtain.
Every word that he speaks.
Every molecule.
Every word that he speaks.
Every molecule.
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4. |
Like A Mouth
02:52
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the kitchen of your dreams
can now be truly yours
when you add your name to this list of insects
huge bacteria
are fucking in your shed
they will ruin all of your gardening stuff
rice comes from
the grace of nylon tapes
tapes
tapes
i had a go of it, that money-making scheme
turned out there were no plans in your handbag
lick the slopes don’t
hide your ropes from every girl who
lays an egg within your pouch
find a hole don’t
break the pile that sleeps in you
and eats in you
it’s like a mouth
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5. |
Stand Still
02:32
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movements are golden
shepherds are singing
penguins are ringing
bells of pure light
and
it’s alright to stand still
in badly lit kitchens
eating pure light
and
it’s alright to stand still
by the
side of the sparkling
fountain wearing
stupid bracelets on your wrists
it’s alright
it’s airtight
where the objects breathe
animals drinking
fountains of meaning
grappling with feeling
lumps of pure light
and
it’s alright to stand still
in badly lit kitchens
eating dead mice
and
it’s alright to stand still
with stupid bracelets on your wrists
it’s alright
it’s airtight
where the objects breathe
put those
stupid bracelets on your wrists
it’s alright
it’s airtight
where the objects breathe
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6. |
Mnemonic
03:30
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It is tame
with timid frame
and manners to match,
such a righteous catch.
It’s feeding here
in the grass.
We’ll try not to laugh
while holding on to what the safe space provides.
We’re stuffing our mouths with time and lives and knives.
Time was shaking,
his mouth aching
from taste of fire hose
so lay him down.
It’s not tame.
It has no frame,
no context to blame.
Such a righteous name.
We’ll try not to laugh
while holding on to what the safe space provides.
We’re stuffing our mouths with time and lives and knives.
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7. |
Into The Dentist
02:24
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into the dentist
not into the dentist’s place of business, but into the dentist
the actual dentist
into his body
in through the winding lanes of his nerves and into his organs
to read his intentions
we’ll go to the river
down by the winding curves of its nerves and stare at the water
the actual water
now thrust your hand
into that water and pull out the feathers which grow from the river’s dirty signals
just as he will have more than just teeth on his mind today
i think you will have more than just water on your hands
keith is still alive
i sense it
i can feel it in my hands
luminescence rising from the depths
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8. |
Reservoir
03:10
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It’s a Craig a shunt
in the bag
Push your legs
make them flap
Then make a note
of any revisions
Such as
The state of solids
in relation
to empty space
and to liquids
and observe
the following fact:
the man has feathers
instead of hands
the man has feathers
instead of hands
the man has feathers
instead of hands
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9. |
Shambolism
03:48
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shambolism
bad winter
bad orange
winter crystals have an illustration of a pheasant on the packaging for some reason
he asked
how was the harvest?
how was the damn harvest?
melons were damned, in cold unusual soil
unripened praxis of sheep's tongues
insert cloves into his waxy palms
you want that bloody hue?
you’re gonna have to wait till the dirt catches up with the rest of this pathetic shop
shovelling grains of sound into air ducts
with a grumbling stomach the cow makes her way towards the bus stop
there is pineapple pulp oozing from the exhaust pipe
if there is anything else we can help with please do not hesitate to sleep for a thousand years
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10. |
Vortex
03:08
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Preserved, defective
offend he daughters on.
Rejoiced, prospective
mean grey shall power and.
Where Brian’s image tried to crawl up the senseless carpet.
Piss out my teeth and bring me time, cakes, hand-jobs and items.
You’re using pumps to mend it
(But wait, shit, that’s not the right song - This is the one that Peter sent on Friday)
This is extremely stressful. But wait here while I undress this lonely dog.
I’m just a lad who painted his face
as words drift out of silent men.
I’m just a lad who painted his face
as words drift out of silent men.
Preserved, defective
offend he daughters on.
Rejoiced, prospective
mean grey shall power and.
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11. |
Shell It
03:17
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Pincers grappling
Wake up it’s happening
Forearms taped to the chair
What’s that colour in the air?
Health sheets draped over sick cars
For their own good
Like paste
It’s not like grapes
Shining and incomplete
Shell it
For peace of mind
Him broken kind
Shell it
For peace of mind
Him broken kind
Shell it
Welcome to this place
To curtains that match your face
Tables taped to the chair
Utensils stuck in your hair
Shell it
For peace of mind
Him broken kind
Shell it
For peace of mind
Him broken kind
Shell it
Writing hearts
Eating lice
You break apart holes
Shell it
For peace of mind
Him broken kind
Shell it
For peace of mind
Him broken kind
Shell it
Shell it
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12. |
Shipments
03:29
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break ships
it is feeding time
naked
fleeced and shined
in seasons to
call our own
rice on the ground
as the waiter explodes
rice on your tongue
as your feelings emerge
and spill into papers
for the doctors to read
the wheelbarrow’s broken
there is no need for speed
rice on the ground
as the waiter explodes
rice on your tongue
as your feelings emerge
and spill into papers
for the doctors to read
the wheelbarrow’s broken
there is no need for speed
the meat says
just feed him
the meat says
just feed him
the meat says
just believe him
raising values for the crop
of hipster wheat fields
while the value drops
the meat says
just feed him
the meat says
just feed him slowly
the meat says
just feed him slowly
and manufacture a new type of shirt
to wear at the funerals of high-street shops
shops
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13. |
Do You Remember Foam
03:49
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