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Scared of Blood
04:51
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It broke down just enough that we could breathe it
Micro-beaded us a real nice set of pipes
Everybody stayed composed and kept believing We’re gonna find a single use for something twice
It broke down and it left us septicaemic
That never seemed like a disease we’d need to fight
We self-prescribed us 10 cc’s of reason
A panacea imaginary Maginot Line
Well we met your new ubermensch
His Eden’s not a garden it’s a trench
But his hair was real tight so we covered him at feature length
Now the crocodile’s been fed
But he wants seconds and the fridge is bare
So in the name of good relations we all cut off our legs
They said they’d have a salve for everything
They say one day they’ll make it right
It broke down and you busted out the leeches
Let it seethe out like a fever we could sweat
But rest assured all your 3D chess
Is just shoring up a future for doomsday preppers And billionaires freezing their genes to keep em Birdseye fresh
They said they’d have a salve for everything
They say one day they’ll make it right
It broke down just enough
for us to operate but we’re still scared of blood
Turns out they don’t wanna talk
They just play charades then weaponise their cars
So you motion to stem the flow
Of the arterial spray of the roads
And all that superheated freedom
Steaming up the windscreens
of the Dodge trucks and the Chryslers
and the strip malls walling the horizon in
like a corset drawing taut on the west
We’ll take it to a vote I guess
So sanguine in the face
Of that claret just going to waste
Your optics and your hot takes were for what?
For naught cos we’re still scared of blood
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Trapdoor Spiders
05:25
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Number 16 died with a parasite in her chest
Cut down in a second by some unwelcome guest Yeah it’s a shame but they reckon
in that neck of the woods it’s all OH&S
You spend your life spinning webs but you never get a safety net
Number 16 steered through 43 years
With a trapdoor over her head
Just shy of the weather and the apex predators
keeping tabs on her health
But the sky still falls
And Centrelink calls with more automated debt
You keep four feet in your burrow and four feet in the precipice
Setting records for simply breathing
As if it’s gonna pay off
More than a life observed and dissected
by pundits and representatives
Keeping everything packed at hand just
in case you gotta get out
No more advice or censure from strangers
Unsolicited uninvited
Number 16 dreamed of the scales tipping over
And the clocks all getting reset
No more probes or drones or signposts
No more threats of a blowfly deficit
But history insists she justify existing
cos the boys all lost their heads
And now the jury’s out on what rights the parasite gets
Number 16 swore she must’ve missed the memo When the price of admission was set
Maybe her invite never cleared customs
Maybe her vibe was just too venomous
Maybe they plotted her end on the dark web
sad little men with their bad vibrations
Maybe they pounced in the daylight hours
Everyday trapdoors everyday spiders
Up ahead I see you waving
As if you know a way out
over the sunburnt wheat belt
No seatbelt
No chance of shaking free cos
There’s a whitetail under the dashboard
A redback in the sink
there’s a huntsman hanging on the architrave
Keeping eight eyes on everything
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Literal Angels
04:29
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I hear you’ve been trying to reach me
But I’ve been hanging out with literal angels
There ain’t much left you can teach me
That I can’t get from these literal angels
Now I get eight hours sleep and impossible meat
On the intermittent fast track to sanctity
And all other heavenly beings I’ve seen
Got nothing on these literal angels
I got locked outta the Beau Monde
But now I’m busting in with literal angels
The crotch on my DeJours blew out
but they still vouch for me these literal angels ‘You’re a fresh breath,’ they said, ‘you complete the set’
I’m blue checked, self cared and French tucked but I get
high intensity interval terror
I’m not living up to literal angels
But I don’t feel ashamed
That I don’t know the answers
I found my freedom staying
All alone with like minds
They okayed me to play in their food chain
Then I got plated up for literal angels
That’s me laid out on your grazing table
Getting daggers from you literal angels
I’ve stewed on my own use for weeks
In a state of ketosis off the coast of Greece
And every enzyme of mine is a Three Mile Island All dying for you literal angels
And I don’t feel ashamed
That I don’t know the answers
I found my freedom staying
All alone with like minds
It seems that all my shipping sailed
And here I thought “I’m doing so well!”
Now the fear of being nothing but cleared history Has me feeling colder than an ice bucket fail
Well someday at the business end
When I’m a proverb on a pink sunset
On this day maybe my memories will say
It was the best day that I ever spent
All alone with like minds
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Worry
04:33
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I used to worry that my life was less than blameless
I went out looking for a cause to set me right
I found a likeminded tribe of fellow travellers with a vision I found direction hiding that vision from sight
I was housekeeping, admin for our little sandbox world
Where the game was kicking sand over the sides
We were out here stomping castles into granules
All the while you were debating how much sand got in your eyes
Wait until I take your worries right
Out of your possession, into mine
Rid your debt
Regret no error
You won’t have slept this well in a long time
Vlad had little green men he needed to hide somewhere I said
“I think I know a Maidan that might suit
We can watch them from the Ostankino tower while the Forbses get their yachts out and ask if they can play too”
Now the field has got so crowded hell, it’s well within my power
To thin the herd out just a little with one text
If my ostrich leather get-up really clashes with the blood
I’ll go in search of something cool to annex next
Wait until I take your worries right
Out of your possession into mine
Rid your debt
Regret no error
You won’t have slept this well in a long time
Now I got stock in Bayrock and a check-in full of novichok
I’m tearing through the airport unsuppressed
Between the meet and greets and endangered species for my car seats I don’t have the time now for cavity checks
I used to worry that my life was less than blameless
My pride was lower than a Boeing being shot down
And that’s my loss, cos I could give a surface-to-air fuck
If anybody out there thinks I’m blameless now
Wait until I take
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Fra Mauro
03:40
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In a dream you’re the golden one
Never hurt no one, never did any harm
So it’s a mystery when you wake
To find you’re not Fra Mauro, you’re just junk in outer space
And it’s a mystery when you see
Someone else mapped everything while you were asleep
And you dreamed that you were immune
But you’re not Fra Mauro you’re just a crater on the moon
And we can’t throw you a line
But we’re sending our prayers at this critical time
Well you dream you’re the golden one
Borne along on the current of a course charted for you
Vaccinated and stamped and safe
Like it’s all yours alone to circumnavigate
So it’s a mystery when you’re seized
With a sense that shit ain’t where it promised to be
And this map that they made you is no use
You forgot Fra Mauro Is just a crater on the moon
And we can’t throw you a line
But we’re sending our prayers at this critical time
You wanna plant your flag among the faultless Just cos you never snorted chemtrails with flat-earthers
Red pill man-babies or birthers
You just thought maybe you were due some table service
But at 300,000 Ks it’s too much to conceive
When you look behind to find the kind of crater you leave
Footprint in a vacuum, AVCOAT all but melted Burnt up on re-entry high above the South Pacific
Well we can’t throw you a line
But before you go and sink without a trace
Fra Mauro is just a crater on the moon
But we’re not Fra Mauro we’re just junk
We’re just more junk in outer…
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Best of the Century
05:00
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Ricky’s had that dream again
He’s getting dragged out in the street
All his contemporaries there with him
staring down their mortality
Yeah they wanna see his documents
They got word he’s harbouring
Criterion box sets, surplus laureates
The best of the century
Well he’s sick of the permission slips
And all these nouns he’s not allowed
He’s seen the all best minds get dressed
Cos it’s getting kinda bitter out
But he could take these beta ‘flakes
They don’t have the sand
Man they’re barely graduated outta eating Clag Well the best of the century bled
Now their cred is in his hands
And then he’s fleeing through Villa Borghese
Where they pour one out for free expression
And all the people cheer him, green lit to spin
Thriller and Ignition at their weddings
In this light you could mistake him
For Carlin, the way there’s no cow too sacred well Can’t say he never left you anything
He can hear them closing in on him
He pulls the L-pill from his teeth
They mean to stifle him, sever him
Like he’s some limb that’s atrophied
All these known unknowns have got momentum up
Like a steel ball through the window of a Tesla truck
What’s up with these zealots
Don’t they know how to have a laugh?
Then he sees a marketplace of ideas
Glowing in the Piss Christ amber of the morning Where the parrot isn’t dead it’s fine-tuning
A tight five that don’t care about your feelings
Where there’s maps to meaning chiselled in the ceiling
And they play Manhattan on loop
And he’s the ’53 Margaux
Of never really knowing how to read a room
And aloft on their shoulders, acquitted —
Small praise for just saying what everyone’s thinking well
You can’t say we never left you anything
Sheets tangled forehead glistening
Lean in and you can hear him whispering
Can’t say we never left you anything
Best of the Century
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Coming Attractions
04:23
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Well goodnight Miss Clavel
Goodnight moon as well
It was a no good very bad day
And we were bored with nothing to do
And I recall a hanging bed sheet, a projector
Five weeklies and a new release later
The whole world on pause and our gaping maws
As the nerds were drilling holes in the Pi Delta Pi walls
Starved for hard information
Dining out on our own social malnutrition
While those echoes of god-spoiled men and boys unfolded up above us like a blueprint
Lost in our reflections
An exclusive look at coming attractions
That said ‘this world is something owed or won or stolen
Have another, go on, you’re welcome’ as if there was
No chance of consequence
So tell me have you got what you paid for?
A universal picture of a good man
A new line of us stuck in the door
Like we were paralysed by all that doubt
We hit rewind shut the blinds turned the light out Paralysed by all that doubt
We hit rewind shut the blinds turned the light out
Oh Miss Clavel, hell, you were beautific
You checked the tracking but our picture stayed diminished
By those echoes of god-spoiled men and boys
All swearing our regression was just instinct
One night, star wipe, then what was once
An Enid Blyton kinda breakfast was Blutarsky by lunch
All gorging on the promise that nothing can touch us and Darth Vader armour can just cover who we are yeah like there’s
No chance of consequence
So tell me have you got what you paid for?
A universal picture of a good man
A new line of us stuck in the door
Like we were paralysed by all that doubt
We hit rewind shut the blinds and turned the light out
Paralysed by all that doubt
We hit rewind shut the blinds and turned the light out
Paralysed by all that doubt
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11. |
Ghosts and Spiders
05:35
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Hey, it’s looking like another night
Supervised by ghosts and spiders
They were silent and benign enough
Left well enough alone
Now they mean save us
The same way braille’s a cure for blindness
They worry for our naked eyes
Our naked eyes oughta be clothed
Hey, they’re bartering our headway all for a kingdom no one promised
Founded on some nostalgia
All for an age that never was
The fire spread but the chyron read ‘hell, kindness is still kindness’
We worried while they let themselves inside
Those hungry ghosts and spiders
Worried while they let themselves inside
They let themselves inside
They said it could not be done
Proving them wrong yet again
Shame that when the flash went off you caught a white blur in mid-air
Now you’re stuck willing the world to stop
Long enough to suspend disbelief, aren’t you?
Well I don’t know why I never saw it that way
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