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The Mask Ahab Describes
01:53
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Whatever's at the back of that mask Ahab describes,
mine's a goose barnacle trying to decide
Pry my carcass loose or hang hopeful to the side
In the first dream I am upon a mountain scene, setting up to play
Al and Pablo and me.
Paul has arrived somehow with no drums in the car, so we're searching around.
In the second dream I've lost E in the silty mud and my Dad comes out to look
A thinking machine in a basket of leaves singing "Thank you for wearing a wire".
When I'm dreaming deeply, this is where I lie.
Duck down at the datum.
That's what's at the back of the mask Ahab describes - that's what at the back of the mask.
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Part for the aphids
Part for the crows
Sometimes you're the flower
Sometimes you're the nose.
Leaseholder addendum - when did you move to a burned down house?
Noble solid about to up and sublime
If you hold open the pod bay door a crack,
I'm away into the light.
We crouch in hope where it fell - how peculiar the fading phantoms of my industry are.
Fruits found beyond the pale
Confiscate.
Too bright a point source to photograph
Noble solid with no boiling point,
about to up and sublime.
If you hold open the pod bay door a crack, I'll search for new flora in the carcass, if you hold open the pod bay door a crack.
And so up the ramp into light.
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3. |
Wearing a Wire
02:11
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The early promise of the internet
No Lentilla and Aliitnel yet
but they are as nothing next to what we're going to get.
Let's see what we're going to get.
Stock still in the middle of the road, I feel like Tango
but the tanker explodes.
No question of which one's the clone.
When the sampling rate's not high enough,
we're mostly aliased most of the time, you know
So we get cast against type every time.
But this whiz kid's all out of ideas - they turn to ashes in my inner ear.
I cannot sleep when I'm wearing a wire.
(unsolicited whistling solo)
If you want to build something smart enough to lie,
G.O.F.A.I can G.F.I.
I can't sleep when I'm wearing a wire.
In the meritocracy of the mind,
we're scattered points along a best fit line.
I cannot sleep when I'm wearing a wire.
(guitar solo)
There's no-one left to answer the question for certain -
you come on like hippies, but you're a sewing circle.
There's nothing wrong with a sewing circle, but
I cannot sleep when I'm wearing a wire.
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Let's picture a heavy jar of ink
cast at a virgin surface and shattering.
It illuminates its sketches in the local gravity.
And if it alive, in the doing of it it is listening for whoever it is that is doing the doing of it.
I dreamed I was a separate personality with self determination in the battery, but gradually I have come to see we're curlicues in filigree,
the edges of an ancient happening-ing.
Now I wouldn't raise a fence between us Ged,
That's not my way at all.
I'd sooner plant bamboo and bow genuflect before the hoolie.
Whenever this document is good for up until, I'm a zealous one,
but it's just a document.
In this most recent iteration of that noticing that comes around and then gets ploughed under, I'm more and more feeling that I just have to take up the cudgels again like Uncle Carl says. Until I can accrete some like minded people, and that's it.
Our minds have emerged with the sense that where we shelter is the centre, though it be the Metrocentre.
Here comes a chipper to chop you to shreds,
or dapper and striding in vibrant new closing we motion the others to clear a way, clear a way!
(solo)
Whatever this document is good for up until, I'm a zealous one, but it's just a document - we can't consent to being spent carelessly.
I wouldn't raise a fence between us Ged,
That's not my way at all.
I'd sooner plant bamboo and bow genuflect before the hoolie.
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5. |
Bike to Work Scheme
05:50
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The B-stock ways that we contract upon being stung
Present as windswept, confident
whilst flying on instruments.
A long held dream to hack along the coast road with a wet computer
but circumstances will obviate and lead us through a textbook of reaction.
If you're fed up and your brow is crumpling, can't you access a bike to work scheme or something?
Have a rattle down those old choked roads
Feel your way through the slow chainsaw
(Volca synth solo)
(interlude)
(Casiotone Mt-70 solo)
When you're fed up and your brow is crumpling, it's just the thing to take the edge off, dumpling.
Can't you access a bike to work scheme or something?
Ride along with your pack on the busy busy road, light your way with a touchscreen map with your heaving breast exposed?
(volca synth solo)
(guitar solo)
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