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Fog
01:02
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2. |
White
03:12
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White
A ream of cheap paper, I said to her,
you could sell me a ream of cheap paper.
The selfsame brand as pallets I have fed
into loud photocopying machines
when deforesting my way to the rent.
Pale as a promising relationship,
a film to be underwritten, that job;
the white manuscript takes off a blue dress,
curls back before the touch, offers up lips,
"Sing, goddess, the anger of Peleus' son..."
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3. |
Primates in a Human Zoo
03:40
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Primates in a Human Zoo
Talking bears and weasel faces
slimey nosed lumberjacks
We're primates in a human zoo
My best friend's an orangutan
I once lived with a wild banshee
We're primates in a human zoo
You climb your tree and socialise
Look for fleas, eat them flies
We're primates in a human zoo
Crawling, biting, screeching fun
We are animals, every one
We're primates in a human zoo
Oooh, don't kid yourself
Oooh, you're in the mud with us
Hairy beasts and rabid foes
I know what's underneath your clothes
We're primates in a human zoo
Life is sanitised and organised
but I want to go back to the trees
We're primates in a human zoo
Oooh, don't kid yourself
Oooh, you're in the mud with us
Our cage is lined with televisions
Mercedes, and McDonalds cheese
We're primates in a human zoo
Take back the savannah now
Burn your houses to the ground
We're primates in a human zoo
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4. |
Some Other Trees
03:13
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Some Other Trees
No frame of theirs hangs
telling, loose on understanding,
once still that they embrace
evades each hanging day;
these reach lean stasis,
plant you back a pace fast
cutting necessities
to fit a lone glance.
Leaf light unremarked
scatters about the heart,
trees in mild flight
have a child climb
in mother's voice to hide.
Somewhat pale survivors,
their hesitation has a taste
of the ease of make or break.
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5. |
Summer Days
02:56
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Summer Days
Under the hot sun, sand between our toes
we danced all night then, out till the sun rose
for all our tender love, how could I know
even that blooming flower in your hair would fade?
Summer kisses and winter tears
summer kisses and winter tears
all we said, all we shared, every touch worth a million words
now I know those summer days were bound to end
oh ohhh
Do you remember me and think of days gone by?
All I have left of you are hazy memories
If only we knew then just what we had
walking hand in hand, not a care in the world
Summer kisses and winter tears
summer kisses and winter tears
all we said, all we shared, every touch worth a million words
now I know those summer days were bound to end
oh ohhh
oh ohhh
oh ohhh gone by
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6. |
Wipe the Blood
02:14
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Wipe the Blood off Your Brow
Dusty street, ragged clothes
Paper skin, growing old
Wipe the blood off your brow
From the ground you were made
By your sweat you will remain
Wipe the blood off your brow
There's no one who can help you
Every man must walk alone
To listen to the whispers
Buried deep down in his soul
Welcome light, welcome dark
Every morning there's another start
Wipe the blood off your brow
Give away your every fear
Strip it back, lay them bare
Wipe the blood off your brow
A journey must be taken
And a raven guides your way
And you hear the silent whispers
Buried deep down in your soul
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7. |
Black as Sackcloth
03:54
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Black as Sackcloth
Do you ever catch a glimpse
and turn but then it's gone?
Or listen to a sound you know
the source cannot be found?
It's hiding, it's all around
but you can't get a hold
to see into the depths of it
you gotta sell your soul
The sun as black as sackcloth
the moon as red as blood
the spreading of darkness
will come swiftly from above
Take account of your life
and weigh it in a scale
the buzzing and the chirping
secrets cannot be undone
oh you know, oh you know
when the earth begins to roll
no questions, nos excuses
and nowhere you can go
Thrust in thy sickle, and reap,
for the time is come to reap,
for the harvest of the earth is ripe.
Thrust in thy sickle, and reap.
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I Knew it would come to this
The night we met I hid my hands
sitting next to you in the theatre
& conscious not to breathe funny,
thought I'd never done that before.
The way we were talking
we were at my place before
finer possibilities existed
& turning from talk there was this
half step & a fingertip touched your hand.
You were uncertain as to cities then,
now Sydney fades from my phone bill
as Melbourne fades from yours,
down the line you touch my hand
meaning just this
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9. |
Woman on a Wall
02:27
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Woman on a Wall
All night you climb above the traffic
steering a passage through red states
awake. To switch on the light is to
smell you, slow dark knows your eyes;
no question a knife, pools of you sit
close to me: the cut sandpaper
dries my mind. Your distance is a truck
dragging gears through still pride:
fourth, third, long second, first; dead
to lights on Beach Road, your empty
metal rattling as traces of a sandload
twist fire weather around the floor. Lidded
nightscapes undress past substance or care,
far open lover, the change is small flesh.
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10. |
Last Ride
02:25
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Last Ride
Tenderness
always has a signature; it's just mostly
the cheques bounce.
I had a dream I was running alongside a train,
my sore back keeping pace well,
I had a dream I was running alongside a train,
I had this bad bad dream,
spent all my money on fucking Reeboks,
ran into a level crossing
& lost both my wings.
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HEAD ON Rennes, France
With a band name assumed as a double tribute to Fatih Akin's eponymous punch movie as well as to the no less striking
Stooges' song, Head On spreads its swampy taut garage rock across the bayou of the prolific and talented brittany scene since 2009.
Somewhere between the garage-punk emergency of the Oblivians and the countryish swamp rock of the Beasts Of Bourbon.
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