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Grand Hopes
03:29
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Materials for spaceship; cornflake box and blankets
Turn him upside down and smack the phlegm and mucus out
There’s such fatigue in grand hopes so nope, not anymore
The bird won’t tweet at you son, the balloon won’t make you ball and run
Not anymore
Crouching on the landing - church music and talking
And I’d go back back to bed but the creeks are tempering my rest
A single source of light was all I needed at the time but now I’m bolstered by the likeness of the nights
The bird won’t tweet at you son, the balloon won’t make you ball and run
Not anymore
I’m not a vulture; I won’t pick at debris finding pieces enough to sate me
Nor will I be a safe harbour for wounds to get fetid and spoil whatever spring may come to my step
Am I not looking forward to things anymore?
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Squall
03:40
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To short shrift from ice drifts and maundering ships
This last mast relinquishes figures from looming cliffs
Take the squall I'm all braced against away and I'll fall forward
Unprepared to bear my own weight
And the gauges twitch in time to the static's chattering
By a pile of writing paper that won't say a thing
Take the squall I'm all braced against away and I'll fall over forward
Unprepared to bear my own weight
And so, as the window frames give way and the furniture is rearranged
Let the airborne desk debris seem to freeze there in a shroud around me
And though every lightening strike projects fleeting outlines that are neatly dressed
In their Sunday service best, I'll make no step toward a swift egress
Mark me a grave no more than I mark myself
When I poke the bruises floating closely overhead
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Vulture
01:53
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If I felt my way through the pitch black just to see all the grey things that I’d stacked end on end I would be happy but I’m not a vulture
There’s debris from sixteen seasons that I live with. I’ve played a strong role but I’ve got more to give if I could just remember the lines
If I could bring the mannequin to life I’d give him my strife
I’m not a vulture
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Clearing
03:25
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I was present; did I take part?
Could you cross me from the roll and mark no change at all?
I’m broken gazes and belly knots in a faulty flooding frame that won’t be still
I’m better stricken, I’m better ill, better rallied by the solace of the pill
But this is where we collect the remnants and with care effect reassembly
Circumspect though I may seem I’ve geriatric bones and gripless shoes so a slip and I could be smashed to smithereens
Push back the shoulders rein the words in. Pat yourself on the back and try again.
I’ll never stop it, I’ll never win if I never let the race begin
I just need to breath; I can make it to the end but if I need to go...
Maybe I should leave; I’m choking on the words and air and now I need to go
Everytime I leave the foreground is cluttered with trees so I see no relief but I know it’s clearing
The approach was fair for a descent into madness but this is where we collect the remnants and with care effect reassembly
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Fervour Spent
04:11
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I need a rest from navigating endless test
In the wreck I can’t see sense
Come steady steps, convey these feet from certain death and on until the fervour’s spent
All the churning results in lost friends and bed sores
Gullets will hook vomit out
All the glittering escapes will surely cut away any safety nets that were laid
The clock turned back without warning
I’m rendered too exhausted to fight it and how I’ve wished sometimes that my cells had never divided
Convey these feet with steady steps until the fervour’s spent
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Some Skeletons Nottingham, UK
Hello!
We are a rock band from Nottingham, England.
Some Skeletons recommends:
Clothes You Can't Outgrow
by Mountain Schmountain
Our boy Simon J Curd plays in this band, and our other boy Aidan Blenkinsopp used to.
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A Lesson In Repression
by Black International
Noisy music that we don't really understand, but really like. Their new album is complete boss.
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Wonderfully and surprisingly joyous instrumental stuff given that they live in Glasgow and its surrounding suburbs.
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supported by 6 fans who also own “And Signs & Ampersands”
Extremely friendly people, even better music! Was a pleasure to meet them at my local store, where they introduced me to their music. So glad I followed up on it!
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Ring Around & Run
by Show Me Island
supported by 4 fans who also own “And Signs & Ampersands”
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How Will I Live Without a Body?
by LOMA
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy.
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