1. |
Spooling
03:28
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Hold your breath, now let the sound stream straight through you
It’s a mere matter of matter over mind
You’ll see
Close your eyes and sink down into your body
Feel all the atoms spin pirouettes inside your head
As your thoughts wheel round and round and round and round
Pinch your nose and dive in a pool of pity
If you sink low enough, you can hug the mirrored floor
Stuff your ears, but nod like you understand things
Just let the questions come spooling out between your teeth
If you peered inside (what might you find?)
What might you find there in me? (a swarm of bees)
A bucket of bees (buzzing in me)
A half-eaten scroll soaked in weak tea
A bundle of tunes unwinding
A broken machine that’s grinding
Round and round and round
Hold your breath, now let the sound stream straight through you
It’s a mere matter of matter over mind
You’ll see
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2. |
Waspdrunk
03:16
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Here we are again
Watching the Stour creep up Noah’s Ark Lane
All those prayers we prayed for rain
And now we pray it back again
Here we are again
Watching the apples fall with the September rain
Every year we pray for fruit
Then watch it rot around the root
The sweetness of decay
Drips blessing on these autumn days
Waspdrunk on prayers we’ve prayed
We try to pray them back again
Here we are again
Ending the day with that old prayer book refrain
The same prayers don’t taste the same
When prayed in the sweetness of decay
The sweetness of decay
Drips blessing on these autumn days
Waspdrunk on prayers we prayed
We try to pray them back again
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3. |
Life in the Bell Jar
03:46
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Know yourself
Once removed
Single glazed
Disabused
Retuning white noise fingers
Riding the whale
Petting a blue bottle
Now I’m writing home again about life in the bell jar
Life in the bell jar suits me
Bumble brain lolls again
First, decay
Then, sustain
Rewiring sentences while grinding the gears
Choking the second hand
Now I’m writing home again about life in the bell jar
Life in the bell jar suits me
Giddy boy
Giddy boy
Giddy boy
Giddy boy
It’s no fight
It’s taking punches
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4. |
Evensong
04:20
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In the fadelight
Don’t let your senses be lulled, my child
In the shadow time
There’s beauty to find
There’s always beauty to find
In the duskdark
Don’t let your ears be dulled, my child
The Nightingale sings all the while
There’s beauty to find
There’s always beauty to find
And I learn beauty through you
There’s beauty to find
There’s always beauty
In the dimday
Don’t pull your shutters tight, my child
The Evening Primose scent beguiles
There’s beauty to find
There’s always beauty
In the nightrise
Don’t let your eyelids fall, my child
Venus sails above the Plough
There’s beauty to find
There’s always beauty to find
There’s always beauty
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5. |
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Limbo is the land of:
Limbo is the land of:
• Bindweed and bramble
Limbo is the land of:
• Bindweed and bramble
• Ragwort and rot
• Of dripping candles
• Old food on a window ledge
• Mould in a mug
• Fruit fly and fungus
• Murk
• Fog, fog, fog
• FUG
Moon upended
Tides suspended
Sun in shadow
Dusk distended
Limbo is the land of:
• Bindweed and bramble
• Ragwort and rot
• Of dripping candles
• Old food on a window ledge
• Mould in a mug
Limbo is the land of:
• Bindweed and Bramble
• Ragwort and rot
• Of dripping candles
• Old food on a window ledge
• Mould in a mug
• Fruit fly and fungus
• Murk
• Fog, fog, fog
• FUG
Moon upended
Tides suspended
Sun in shadow
Dusk distended
But in this nothing a dream descended:
Loompit Lake lies silken and black
As the loose veined river dribbles dark, flows slack
Container cranes cower
The bittern blows his bottle
As a ship’s sails sag
A sailor’s skin mottles
The fisher of dead men hauls net for the night
While lugworm and leech knot by oil lamp light
I wake to no joy
I wake to no sorrow
But a thousand maybe maybe-bes
That always dawn tomorrow
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6. |
No Gap
02:53
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I found me a girl with a lot of soul
So I shaved my head and I burned my clothes
Then found us a house on the Mile End Road
And let life flow - Oh
Love me
Need me
Gently lead me to my fate
Laughing
Weeping
Leave no gap between us
Take a little time to chance a big mistake and love me
Uh Oh!
We lost ourselves in a working whirl
But spinning out together had a baby girl
Who turned up sound & colour on a gorgeous world
Into which we brought a baby boy and let life flow, yeah
Love me
Need me
Gently lead me to my fate
Laughing
Weeping
Leave no gap between us
Take a little time to chance a big mistake and love me
Uh Oh!
I found me a girl with a lot of soul
So I shaved my head and I burned my clothes
Then found us a house on the Mile End Road
Let life flow - Oh
We leant on each other ‘til we couldn’t pretend
To know our own beginning and the others’ end
When troubles start intruding mingled hearts soon mend
Let life flow
Uh Oh!
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7. |
Telling the Bees
03:41
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Chanking a ‘roon in the bull’s noon
Billywitch lapped up the milk moon
Loplollied, drowned in a soupspoon
Snuffed his wick tragic’ly soon
Bishbarnabee passed his hours
Munching on pissabed flowers
But sobbled through what he devoured
Soon caught cold and found himself soured
Hedgehoggle goffled the goosegogs
Meant for his wife and their two sprogs
Bloated, got stuck up a putlog
And was starved for want of less grub
Parson, tell the Bees!
Don’t whisper it
Just knock the hive and speak:
“Blessed bees your friend is dead
Don’t flee us please.”
(“O blessed bees don’t flee us please”)
Hedgehoggle goffled the goosegogs
Meant for his wife and their two sprogs
Bloated, got stuck up a putlog
And was starved for want of less grub
Bishbarnabee passed his hours
Munching on pissabed flowers
But sobbled through what he devoured
Soon caught cold and found himself soured
Chanking a ‘roon in the bull’s noon
Billywitch lapped up the milk moon
Loplollied, drowned in a soupspoon
Snuffed his wick tragic’ly soon
Parson, tell the Bees!
Don’t whisper it
Just knock the hive and speak:
“Blessed bees your friend is dead
Don’t flee us please.”
(“O blessed bees don’t flee us please”)
Dada
Parson, tell the Bees!
Don’t whisper it
Just knock the hive and speak:
“Blessed bees your friend is dead
We crave your honey for our bread
And wax to light us off to bed
And so we mourn with you those friends
Who’ve met their ends,
O blessed bees don’t flee us please!”
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8. |
The Peterman
02:02
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I only half made out
The tale the boatman slurred about
How through the fret and mist he saw
(Rolling above the fog to shore)
A little Peterboat under sail
How as it passed above
The Peterman was heard to sob, “The waves no longer compass me!”
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9. |
Magic Lantern Man
03:33
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Ghosts of he
Creep between the steeple people
Tie a fraying lace together
Curl a breath beneath a feather
Magic lantern man
Sculpture made in sand
Shadow crossing land
La la la la linger
Ghosts of he
Creep between the steeple people
Tie a fraying lace together
Curl a breath beneath a feather
Magic lantern man
Sculpture made in sand
Shadow crossing land
La la la la linger
Be
Snuff
Spark
Tinder
Pulse
Glitch
Cinder
Breathe
Fade
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Through depths and shallows
Joys and sorrows
Through life till death
Fat of my marrow
Bless’d eye’s apple
Breath of my breath
End of our dreamings
Two lives leaning into one
Down Humber Doucy
Past St Martin’s
And home to rest
I refuse to mourn a dream when I can hold you now
I refuse to mourn a dream when I can hold you
And when I can no longer
May sweet shadow fall soft upon you
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Pissabed Prophet England, UK
Melodious, chaotic, gloriously energetic, Pissabed Prophet is the fruit of the fevered musical imaginations of Matty Simpkins (Rev Simpkins) and Ben Brown (Dingus Khan, SuperGlu).
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