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please let me hopeless
please let me hopeless
drenched in what is happening
a flood of potential
i’ll step over many fading fortunes to forage for the feeling
happy to hang around on the hook of the moment
not the here
not the whereafter
the exactly nothing else
a whisper of interference between the senses
the time it takes for a nerve to a convey what i assume is now
is a lie is a yesterday is a maybe
i need more accurate equipment to measure my being
something with out any moving parts
i need to be close to other people without breaking hearts
a mirror of unparalleled dimensions
please let me hopeless
please let me hopeless
go home and go to bed
there’s nothing here for us
a big slice of nothing for two to share
with sauce on the side made from nowhere
the tragic drama of joy
please let me be hopeless
please give me more nothing
i can deal with that
it’s the anything that i choke on
gets caught in the craw
gets stuck in the teeth
and stops me breathing
all those impossible futures
weighing me down like a tonne of feathers
please let me hopeless
please let me hopeless
just happy to hang around on the hook of the moment
not the here not the whereafter
the exactly nothing else
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Struck
03:00
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I wish someone made up songs about me
like I make up songs about the dog
I would sleep so soundly and be so inspired
I would act out the lyrics
become one with the story
That was made up to rhyme not reason
I’m made up to rhyme not reason
Instead I walk on the paths and imagine the songs I have not written
And what affect they would have on the lives of beautiful strangers
I will never meet
Like when at the party and everyone dances
to a song I do not know
and i’m struck
I’m struck
by how spontaneous they seem
what a beautiful studio
but i mean
If you’re going to sing
You’re going to sing in a shoebox surrounded by cats
You’re going to sing as the neighbours scream and the pipes groan
You’re going to sing with your teeth falling out and your clothes disintegrating
You’re going to sing into an empty coke can tied to the recorder with dental floss
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It Is What It Is
04:30
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it is what it is
and what it is is beyond me
so i won’t attempt an explanation
even a poetic meditation
i’ll come out with a tired platitude
and hope you’ll think i knew what you were referring to
which is your belief that
it is what it is
i hope you share the knowledge
that it is unreachable
and we can agree that we’re none the wiser
but would like to gloss over our inadequacy
and meet on that plain of going nowhere
trading in symbols
not engaging
except in appearance
and to and fro-ing back and forth
the numbers are meaningless
it is what it is
and i’m reaching out a hand because it really isn’t what it is
if we care about each other
we should recognise that nothing is what it is
it is much greater and much worse
it is much more than we could ever know
it is not what it is
if by is we mean that thing we both met before
to presume that we know it
is to overplay our hand
i‘ll reach behind my back and pull out that part of it that you didn’t even know was there
that you didn’t even know could exist
and minds will be blown
and then of course we’ll really think we know what it is
and it is what it is
and we’ll laugh
and we’ll fall over with incredulity
as it consumes us with glee
it is what it is
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Don't Listen To Me
05:10
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Don’t listen to me
don’t listen to me
i’m the ghost of a flea
don’t listen me
Listen to the ground beneath your feet
Listen to the moon
Listen to your headache
Listen to the birds
Listen to the baby
Listen to a story told by someone you do not trust
listen to some music by a long dead european (classical)
an ethnographic recording made in the jungle (its very rare)
a plant plugged into a synthesiser
Or a bowl being hit by somebody in LA
Or a dog in LA
Or a tree in LA
Or a bloke in margate
Or your baroque ego
Don’t listen to me
I’m a cold cup of tea
sitting in a dark cupboard slowing cultivating
a life enhancing growth
for idiots to consume
i’m doomed to be consumed by idiots
is that why i do this
to cater for the deluded (myself)
Don’t listen to me
don’t listen to me
i’m a don’t wannabe
don’t listen to me
Count the beans in the jar
Avoid the cracks in the pavement
Read the graffiti and do what it tells you
squeeze the spring in the air
Look at the alloy wheels maybe polish them to give the owner a pleasant surprise (wow)
for gods sake don’t take pictures of the sunrise or sunset
look at the way the dog smiles at the vet
with holistic devotion
a cinnamon commotion amongst
Scandinavian therapists
bespectacled terrorists
like clear sight will make you behave better
or at least more aware of your wrong doing
don’t listen to me
i’m in the north sea probably
don’t listen to me
i’m the ghost of a flea
don’t listen to me
i’m lordy
listen to the tap dripping
listen the wind vomiting
listen to the prawns tapping that
listen to the ice cracking
listen to your hair growing
listen to the birds talking about how disgusting we are
pretend you live under a rock and stay there
imagine a time when social interaction is not allowed ( it’s now )
play chess with your toes
write down new names for animals
colour in the calendar
hold an onion under a tap
keep counting
take a granted wish for granted
shake me by the scruff of my neck
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Smudge
03:32
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i’m smudging my life
i’m smudging
i’m smudging my life
i’m smudging
i’m smudging my life with sage from the garden
i’m smudging my life with a daily swim
i’m smudging my life with a good long stare
i’m smudging my life talking with you about eggs
i’m smudging my life watching the dog chewing grass
i’m smudging my life
i’m smudging
i keep catching glimpses
of clarity
the real deal
it is horrific
i keep catching glimpses
of clarity
the real deal
make me want to
scream
i’m smudging
i’m smudging my life
i’m smudging
i’m smudging my life
with whatever I can get
i’m smudging my life
wearing sandals
i’m smudging my life
noticing my soundworld
i’m smudging my life
planning tomorrow
i’m smudging my life
recording the printer printing
i’m smudging my smudge
smudging my life
smudge
i keep catching glimpses
of clarity
the real deal
it is horrific
i keep
catching glimpses
of clarity
the real deal
make me want to
make me want to
make me want to
become
a real human being
i’m smudging my life
with maraccas
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6. |
Cat Flap
03:53
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Last night I sang a melody
Sounded like the truth
Just a few notes but yes it rang true
I thought I should get the microphone and record it quick
But it was late and I was tired from swimming
Now I remember only the echo,
And the indentation it left upon me
I hold onto my brass rubbing
And that’s how it is
Music comes through the cat flap
Gives you a stare then leaves
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