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Hagstone
02:58
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And if there was a cut for you
But hell there wasn’t one
So fucking throw me in the brine
Pull eyes and say you’ve won
Adder cough up gold coin
Cut short off of old bribes
An old death mid-winter
Won’t revive in the summer
You’re political shade on a perfect sunny day
And you’d be burned out on the stake if it meant all eyes on you
But how could I let you
And fuck it I can be a gale
I guess you never knew me well
So we’ll see how your mind flows
Head cracked against the flagstone
Oh poor you
A single Obol’s not the price to be ferried through
It’s no more noble than this mess I’ll admit it too
So Charon points you back to shore
It’s fine anyway, short stream, you’ll swim to cross
Us Adders drown in the wake of you
You’re plucking feathers, glued together
Just to stay afloat
You’re shooting blindly in a dovecote
All to be alone
You’re plucking feathers, glued together
Just to stay afloat
You’re shooting blindly in a dovecote
All to be alone
Oh to be alone
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Waterer's Pine
03:24
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I’m found snookered in the concrete
With eyes locked on raster type
Will I ever look out
Blind smuir for the hell of it to leave me on the freezing ice
Thin sheet I plunge deep
But would I choose to climb out
No hier
Thick hide
Wet hair
Blind smuir
Roots pulled
Upright
Sleep by
Tall pines
My hair grows
I don’t grow old
Cold feet
Missed step
Fall in
Pace back
Paid by
Daylight
Pale skin
Bagged eyes
So cut it off
And cut me out
Blind Smuir for the fuck of it
Sastruga sheets to lay at night
Nothing’s safe under corniced ice
Just less wind for thin hides
Its facing the trade off between boredom and death
Its dreary eyes, weighted walking up mismatched runged steps
To an oligarchy, dubbed hierarchy
Coloured rose by stability
Freedom may be shade, But its dismissed as a flag
All my hair grows
Weaved right, it won’t feel long
Sastruga bedding sets the mood
Now blind smuir will set for you
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Meloncholera
04:17
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And all in all I’m still a semaphore
Any more hours left in bed, well I’ll take them all
Now to signify another month
So buried deep in guilt, yet so oddly out for blood
And like an age old plot
Cognate the catholic church
I'm found buried in her simony
They throw stones
I bury bones
Just to pick them back up again
Just to dig them back up again
You’ve got my hands tied
I’m not your catholic thrill
Only your lover
But in skin like sheets like sheep we’d sleep
But my slumber’s gone for far too long
Well held in holy arms
And that 'blas-famous' tongue
Has found a space just well too placed on my neck
Aged with summer warmth but now its fall
Clipping feathers, glue together, just to stay afloat
I’m shooting blindly in a dovecote
All to be alone
Clipping feathers, glue together, just to stay afloat
I’m shooting blindly in a dovecote
All to be alone
Oh to be alone
And we’ll go, to the creek and cast stones
Watch them sink with guilt to the floor
And we’ll hold, the riverbed like open sheets
Don’t slip in and forget to breathe
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