1. |
Alien Blackness
03:24
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Like, like weeds
(x2)
That puncture the pavement cracks
(x2)
Two zones
(x2)
He pushed, he pushed through
(x4)
Alien blackness
Divided
(x2)
Two zones
(x2)
He pushed, he pushed through
(x4)
Somewhat elongated now
(x4)
Effortlessly slipping out towards a collective volume
Of blinding whiteness
He pushed, he pushed through
(x8)
Like, like weeds
(x2)
That puncture the pavement cracks
(x2)
Two zones
(x2)
Alien blackness
Divided
(x2)
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2. |
Youn Cwi
02:12
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3. |
Slai Gome
01:06
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Just wanna reaction
Positive reaction
When I’m alone
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4. |
A Full Bodied Slippage
04:55
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Particularly
(x2)
Over time
His use of mimesis
Became flawless
Particularly
(x2)
When under duress
The needle grass society he circumvented
Had been hard to convince
No heads
No centre
Just endless labouring
To fight dust
Intoxicating
(x3)
A full bodied slippage
Intoxicating
(x3)
Enriched with difference
(rpt)
A tiny blurred lens
Embedded into the perimeter
Was his solitary window
To the world
Moist nose and lips
Pressing against the spherical surface
As if drawing in water
All around the pinched edge
The air seeped in
It was intoxicating
No heads
No centre
Just endless labouring
To fight dust
Intoxicating
(x3)
A full bodied slippage
Intoxicating
(x3)
Enriched with difference
(rpt)
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5. |
Xenophobia
03:15
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Time to get on board
(x9)
Xenophobia
(x3)
Desert’s getting hotter
Take me to the water
Let me drink the juice, it’s icy
Let me have a share, play nicely
Everybody’s dancing
Horse’s p-p-prancing
Time to get on board
Xenophobia
(x3)
Never in agreement
Always with resentment
I just wanna live, he’s crazy
I just wanna work, she’s lazy
Foaming at the mouth dear
Stupid cos I’m not here
Time to get on board
Xenophobia
(x3)
Never unaffected
Make me stand corrected
Bigot and you’re getting stronger
Crazy cos you’re living longer
Stinkin haughty laughter
Your daughter, I’m not after
It’s time to get on board
(x3)
Time to get on board
(x9)
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6. |
Kanisk Kapu
02:38
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I’m glad to have entered
I’m finally free
(x2)
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7. |
Feel Nothing
03:01
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You gotta become them
Feel what they feel
(x2)
What do they feel?
Nothing!
It’s the grubbing about for morsels
It’s those hundreds of bits of
Yum, yum, yummy
That’s what it’s all about Dear Friends
That’s what I’m here to get
Hey, hey
Say no to Geography
No stop for me
Cos I am free
So wipe that grin off your F.A.C.E.
Synchronous smiles
Reveal only fragments of their identity
And with such limited supplies made available for imitation
An overburdening anxiety ensued
Our second draft would have be
Much more
Authentic
They concluded
You gotta become them
Feel what they feel
(x2)
What do they feel?
Nothing!
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8. |
Krup Cis
01:12
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9. |
Hebe Stalur
01:51
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Wings are open
Flying high
Where you going?
Mothers cry
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10. |
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I love the position I’m in now
I wouldn’t trade if in for anything in the world
I’m becoming more and more comfortable in this identity
My god, I spent my teenage years feeling trapped
Starving just so I could feel the power and control
Afforded by brutal refusal
I’ve been like seven different people since then
It feels less like lying when I walk into a room and introduce myself
I’m finally free
A cowboy in a desert of my own
This is a point in time
A stopgap
A weird soft panic
We’ve always benefitted from these moments where we just stop
Breathe
Even if only for a second
I’m beginning to feel a weird kind of déjà vu about all
Or maybe it’s accountability
Maybe the metaphor of me being a cowboy here is actually really quite apt
Because we’re writing on the frontier of our own experience
And we just got to go it alone together
Ride till we can’t no more
Maybe I slow it all the fuck down
I think I just need to shift the weight onto another foot for a while
I’m glad to have entered into this identity
Even if it was only ever accidental
I’m free, free on my horse in this wild, wild west
Arms spread, chest open to the burning orange sun
Solitary in the sky
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11. |
Polyn Moor
01:00
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Hello?
Is anyone there?
Guys, seriously please
You’re really scaring me
Guys, I know it’s you
If you don’t stop messing about
Then, I’m just gonna leave
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12. |
Here They Come
02:30
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Here they come
(rpt)
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13. |
Zieln Bor
00:28
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How many times will
You say maybe
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14. |
Little Line
03:08
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In-between two words
Like, like the little line
In-between two words
His role
Very much
Like the little line
And bind
Like, like the little line
His role
Very much
Like the little line
His role was to simultaneously
Separate and bind
His role
Very much
Like the little line
Like, like the little line
In-between two words
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15. |
Sol Rhee
01:21
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16. |
Concrete Grins
02:44
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Listen
I’m authentic mate
Just you look
What you grinning at?
Face to face
This ain’t no imitation
That’s it right there
ha ha
The first draft of the portrait
Was doomed to peel
Face to face with the new folk
Concrete grins formed in unison
Listen
I’m authentic mate
The first draft
This ain’t no imitation
Of the portrait
The first draft
What you grinning at?
The first draft
Are you grinning at me?
The first draft
I can see it in your eyes mate
The first draft
Of the portrait
The first draft
I’m really just a nice guy
Was doomed to peel
Don’t I know you from somewhere?
I’m sure I do
Yeah, you’re the one
I recognise you
I’m one of the nice guys
Face to face
Me and you
Doomed to peel
There’s a right way of going about it
And there’s a wrong way of going about it
Don’t you give me that fucking look mate
I know exactly what you’re up to
Don’t diss me bruva
The first draft of the portrait
Was doomed to peel
Face to face with the new folk
Concrete grins formed in unison
You fucking numpty
You fucking bastard
Ha ha
Yeah that’s the one
That’s it right there
Ha ha
You can trust me
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17. |
My Lie Why Cry
02:03
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Sky
High
I
Fly
Rye
Sigh
I
Try
My
Lie
Bye
Bye
Dry
Eye
Why
Cry
(x2)
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18. |
Mazu Zabe
00:52
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Where you going?
(x13)
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19. |
The Intrusive Potential
02:43
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Oh help me
Arborescent pathways
Oh so cold
Food waste
Oooh
The intrusive potential
Oooh, aah
Was impossible to resist
Impossible
Hold me
I’m freezing
(rpt)
Arborescent pathways
Food waste
Feed me
I’m hungry
(rpt)
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
The intrusive potential
Was impossible to resist
Help me
I’m here now
(laugh & sing)
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20. |
Newcom Ryb
02:00
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21. |
Maj Slot
01:30
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Two hearts into one
The rhythm, rhythm
Running, running
Oooh
Woooah
Running up a mountain
Oooh
Yeah eh
Oooh
Yeah heh
The rhythm runs
It’s fast and slow
Woah yeah
It’s fast and slow
Woah ho ho yeah
The rhythm runs
The rhythm runs
Running down the mountain
Woah ho ho heh yeah
Two hearts into one
The rhythm runs
Forget about the bad things
The rhythm, rhythm
The rhythm, rhythm
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22. |
Synchronous Smiles
03:15
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Smiles
Synchronous (x14)
Smiles
Synchronous smiles when you tell me I’m illegal
Sign above the line and take your seat around the table
Raise a glass eye up towards the sky and see the people
Synchronous smiles when I’m laughing at your small talk
I time it right and open wide exposing teeth and gum
But I despise what’s in your eyes – that constant background hum
S
Y
N
C
S
M
I
L
E
Synchronous smiles when I beat you on the console
Fucked you off real bad you go and diss me on the social
Sail a boat, a Trojan horse, a gunshot through your wall is totalled
Synchronous smiles now we’re cats that guard our garden
Claws sharp, arched back, fur like sharks fin
Fangs into the neck until you cry out ‘help! I’m choking’
Synchronous smiles when we self-medicate
Piss-weak opinions as the eyes dilate
A chemical gatekeeper with a slow expiry date
S
Y
N
C
S
M
I
L
E
Synchronous smiles are encoded in the bedroom
Of spoon-fed kids with imposter syndrome
Time to stay on track – an existence set to biohack
Let’s stick googly eyes on it
And then
We can pretend
It’s watching us
Let’s give it that flavour
And make it our own
They stole it first
So it’s time to steal it back
Synchronous smiles now forever caught in stasis
A clusterfuck that’s stuck in place, a hell mouth ever open
Sleeping in the job your face droops down – you must be fuckin jokin
S
Y
N
C
S
M
I
L
E
Synchronous smiles when I ask for your permission
You think I’m here to rob a job or crack the shell of your ambition
I won’t be here long enough for you to stop my infiltration
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23. |
Pinko Dac
01:46
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