The Feel Of Sticks

by Slunq

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Gavin Hellyer
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Gavin Hellyer Yet again Zaph Mann and his brilliant podcast "In Memory Of John Peel" introduces me to more great music, this time a highly interesting and dark UK alternative post punk outfit. So, whatever you do, check out Zaph's podcasts. Favorite track: End Of The Sun.
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Darth Eejit Fantastic work. Lymph is a brilliant track. Favorite track: Lymph.
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released May 1, 2018

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Slunq are Peter Dahl-Collins, Chris Collins and Daniel Knowler. They make noisy, spiky rock music.

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Track Name: Another You
limbs heaped in piles in front of the golden axis

the woman you saw in there, she was not ready to hear your instruction
• falling down the stairwell to induce familiar pain
• your body cannot take this poor excuse for food again
• spitting out the ashes like you've not done this before
• the evidence is bleeding into puddles on the floor
• falling down the stairwell to induce familiar pain
• your body cannot take this poor excuse for food again
• spitting out the ashes like you've not done this before
• the proof is in the clinic and the clinic is the door to another you
I repeat:
curve that jagged light

whole in heart
pure in mind

geoff
he comes in here waving his arms around
and has the audacity to tell us what we should eat
• eating up your dinner like a pig without a jaw
• the cops all have erections and are dressed as Irwin Shaw
• your fingers are the pincers that reduce the meat to dust
• your teeth and gums are stopping you from giving in to lust
• falling down the stairwell to induce familiar pain
• your body cannot take this poor excuse for food again
• spitting out the ashes like you've not done this before
• the proof is in the clinic and the clinic is the door to another you
awake from prayer states
empowered by the wrong injection
Track Name: Evolution
Seventeen weeks of silence
we’ve been there still typing a list of names
(unreadable, so eat the words)
  
We are in cities of grace, in towns left to burn.
Too sour to hold him down in the abyss
of microbes and germs (where fish are our leaders).

The story of food may outlive us all
but we’ll still be living in cities of grace,
in towns left to burn.
Too sour to hold him to promises broken. 

Seventeen years of resin fills up the gaps in your teeth.
The mushrooms are watching us, waiting for us to slip up.

In cities of grace, in towns left to burn, in soil too fertile.

I watch from the trees
as bacteria compels you to write down the story of food.
Track Name: Floorwalker
Release
To comfort and please

By the wayside:
Splitting eyes that see
and atoms that speak

Read it:

Fetch my research papers
I left them in the car in a yellow folder
They could not have gone far

Disdain just complicates things
when we need them to be clean

This is what Susan and Geoff mentioned 
on the weekend

Floorwalker
Track Name: Lymph
HEARTS
AND MINDS
AND LEGS
AND RIBS

HE SAYS HOLD THE SPRAY
DIRECT HOLY LIPS (HE MAKES LITTLE SPINES)
INGESTS AT EVERY PRESSING

INVENTS EMPATHY
HIS WRIST: HOLY WORDS FROM WHICH I ABSTAIN
INGEST AT EVERY PRESSING

ALL DECEIVERS
DECEIVE THEMSELVES

WORK AND TIME
DECEIVERS HOLD THE SPRAY

HE WANTS TO WASH IT
TO RINSE DOWN

AND IN A SENSE
BECOME THE SINGING
FOR SOMEONE ON HIS SIDE

HEARTS
AND MINDS
AND LIMBS
AND GLANDS

I CAN’T STAND THE NOISE
THAT COMES FROM THE ROOM
WHEREIN DIAGRAMS ARE MADE INTO GLOVES

A NOISE OF REALISM
SPOILS ALL THESE PLANS

AND EAT ALL WE’VE LEFT
AND EAT ALL WE’VE LEFT TO HOLD
Track Name: Disco Tester
It was thursday.
I was in bed.

And the ceiling changed to sky above my head.
Like a dog eating a tray, i felt sure the war outside had come to an end.

(God help those in chains to find a way)

Disco-tester!
Make it happen!
Watch it stagnate!

Disco-tester!
Make it happen!
Watch it stagnate!

Let it inflate!
Let it clean us!
Track Name: All Monsters Attack
Making notes like falling foam
it’s a waste of time.

Time is all that can be blessed
or bought behind.
 
But i insist you wait just a second 
for the world.

For a bowl of dirt.
Say it’s true that you fought to hell
(ignore)
 
Pieces grasping bones and fingers beckon.
Surfaces and brilliant muscle waits.
Inhalations bones and fingers beckon.
Walk debates with racing hearts today.

…and then she stuck her precious fingers in my mouth:
“Swallow not the sacred word upon my brow!”

We slept and stayed completely still in her car, eating dirt.
The sticky sequence that we are.

Eating dirt
Eating dirt
Eating dirt and bread.

Pieces grasping bones and fingers beckon.
Surfaces and brilliant muscle waits.
Inhalations bones and fingers beckon.
Walk debates with racing hearts today.

Alert! 
The bleating is loud and fleeting.
And our blood is seeping out into town.

Pieces grasping bones and fingers beckon.
Surfaces and brilliant muscle waits.
Inhalations bones and fingers beckon.
Walk debates with racing hearts today.
Track Name: Tonsils Utensils
Place the tape of singing bins
in the pocket of your jeans.
Into the grey, lights emerge
(once a pretext of a girl).

Reptiles cry when England falls
Reptiles cry when England falls
Spill your gravy: England falls when the lights fade

We’ve hearts un-waking, thoughts un-breaking.
There’s lights in my house to calm him down.

Retrieve the tape of empty songs
from the cupboard where it belongs.
Paint the grey: ants emerge and form a pretext.

We’ve hearts un-waking, thoughts un-breaking.
There’s lights in my house to calm him down.

Reptiles cry when England falls
Reptiles cry when England falls
Spill your gravy: England falls when the lights fade
Track Name: End Of The Sun
Open fields, wilting crops
are never signs that the farmer is dead:
Just resting, in a wide hole.

Hold my keys while I drop to the kerb
and kiss the pavement.

Let’s lay the eggs
and hatch the eggs.

I was calm - an empty shell until her flags
moved into my bed, and nested.
Infertilized grace.

Life goes on, as it must.
Know that this is not the end of love.
Life goes on, as it must.
Know that this is not the end of the sun.

Open streets of staggered crops
look like the inside of my phone.
Rest for now, for tomorrow we dance,
braced for the impact of crashing crows.

Life goes on, as it must.
Know that this is not the end of love.
Life goes on, as it must.
Know that this is not the end of the sun.
Track Name: Addicted
it's part of the plan
to ride the sequence out until the end

to burn up gases
expand to eat the lovers and the sons
   
when the heart has cooled and died   
and there's no more heat inside..

so lunge at me with liquid eyes
cruise me lady, I'm far too dry
and take a seat from the ceiling
and lets ignite, let god expire
lets ignite
lets ionize  

its obvious, its everywhere
in our lungs, our skin, our hair
that's no cloud, bill, that's our sign.
our take on heaven, our brains defined.

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