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Foxes Faces in the Pine
03:51
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Foxes' faces in the pine will help you lose your mind,
but remember that they love you and, yes, they know
where you live and where you are,
whom you consider your friends and what for.
What you like, what you buy, and more. Fiends!
These foxes are the ghosts in the machine.
Once easy now hard to shake your head unstuck from the cobwebs gossamer thread.
Settle down if you've nothing to hide, we've got a few questions for you and your kind.
Showered in a boon of kisses using pagan Rome's thumb to show resistance.
Getting caught by mirrors reflect your voice back, what you gained once you now lack.
Forget the cause focus on the 'cure', who designs the anti-homeless architecture?
Journeying from home can get hostile cos here your enemies don't read they just sit and watch and seethe.
Brushing these thoughts from my mind I remember a time when I swept the hair from your eyes.
Foxes' faces in the pine can help you choose or lose your mind.
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Little New
02:42
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Beyond all these things we can see that there's little new for you and me. In another purpose built city we're all just fallout or synergy.
Make a little noise give a tender resignation and decide
to make another choice cut through the bone and face everything that inwardly resides.
Beyond all these things we can see that there's little new for you and me.
Your soft voice is precious liberty from those dog-men that bark constantly.
I'm seeing us slowly growing into a new rage. Complicate ourselves for the worst, soft kick, every month is another verse, chorus, verse.
Beyond all these things we can see that there's little new for you and me. In another purpose built city we're all just fallout or synergy.
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We Sell Books
03:20
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We sell books, a small shop in a big city
I work weekends and get to read the books for free.
The ones I finish I buy eventually.
We sell books and in the winter we serve free coffee,
the customers like it and we're always busy.
Life without books just isn't as much fun.
Cos I don't know a thing about me.
I'm warm and I twitch and I'm sure that we look ugly when we kiss.
But in the few books I chose to read through:
I clasp the sublime.
Theirs feel like mine
and cause a bright night time and drink me deep,
I know why dogs kick in their sleep.
A book of poems and haikus
feels like raw meat on the bruise.
Complicate plots and character arches,
written with more heart than a deck of cards.
Inspire what can't be taught, "words carry less weight than thoughts".
Catatonic distraction is better known these days as daydreaming.
A plot twist of earthquake proportions signals your victory,
so I'll put down my running shoes, cos like you I don't like to move.
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My Boat
04:58
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Pushing out my boat she says: Once you mean it you won’t come back.
I navigate towards the blue but wake again to a body fearing the change it’s been.
Don’t keep up your labour, they say there’s natural love
between the yin and yang,
there’s a rambling man bedevilled by his broken drums.
Now unwashed, now bright is the mind,
I’m moved by its winters,
their greening and returning, an envy so cold that it’s burning somehow.
I want to return and reach out and ask them this: Is it true, is it true?
The light doesn’t mind we're parting,
but the light has no mind that’s parting everyone.
Come and walk with me, I have no greed for your thoughts . . . tonight.
Pulling in my boat she sings: As long as you’re waiting you’re not free. Don’t look at the moon, don’t look at me.
Don’t keep up your labour, they say there's natural love
between the yin and yang,
there’s a rambling man bedevilled by his broken drums.
There’s a raining mouth, a closed eye, I’ll see for myself.
I liked this day so close to you, we’ll have a nice life.
Now unwashed, now bright is the mind,
I’m moved by its winters,
their greening and returning, an envy so cold that it’s burning somehow.
I want to return and reach out and ask them this: Is it true, is it true?
The light doesn’t mind we’re parting but the light has no mind to part the flowers from the garden.
Come and walk with me, I have no greed for your thoughts.
Now unwashed, now bright is the . . .
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Revealing John
03:31
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Ask John.
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Good Friends
03:03
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Let's assume that you really don't bruise with every push of the snooze and that you have no wounds to sooth.
After you disappear all God's children get weird.
I've got friends I visit regularly, talk things through if absolutely necessary.
I've got good friends (good friends) willing to try most alternatives to their healthy lifestyles. I've got good friends.
It can go so soon that youth that you're glued to.
Keen feelers let you know when it's your time to tip-toe.
After you disappear all God's children get weird.
Good Friends.
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Gigafactory Europe
03:48
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Solar waves are all the rage but there's duty up on those roofs.
All we've got is this rented room, busy on a sunny afternoon.
Some nice moonlight, to make the room move.
Twice tonight I woke up doomed,
made sure I'd switched off the whole room.
Here, stress is my muse but I'm focused on that beautiful gigasnooze.
There's this, then that cos they want their wealth.
There's bills and whiskey on the table but they're bad for my health
but I'll stick around, so stick around with me.
Stick around, stick around with me.
Hare Kṛṣṇa Hare Kṛṣṇa
Kṛṣṇa Kṛṣṇa
Hare Hare
Hare Rāma Hare Rāma
Rāma Rāma
Hare Hare
There's that, and that is worth the practice.
There's bills and whiskey on the table but they're bad for my health.
If you're not happy then neither are we,
with valor, renounce and make it easier to be.
And stick around, stick around with me.
I'll stick around, stick around with me.
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Brigitte's Bardo
03:33
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Instrumental
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Soft Fruit
04:21
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Soft fruit beneath the tree.
I found
the pain of memory resting here.
I took my children
up to the wall on the hill.
We watched the birds fly out of the holes until:
There’s no need to be held.
And no need to speak.
Oh, beautiful Lucy,
we are still part of the same water.
The lightest will rise up to be known,
but when it's unspoken,
it cannot be broken.
This is when I learned she listened to me,
and to that, I’ve forgotten the path
back down to anything I was.
You didn’t move three days, two nights.
Each time I woke I found you resting
unattracted by the bathroom light.
Your colour stayed and washed my sight.
Departure bright against the sky.
Soft fruit,
you’ve felt my hands.
Handling the past I understand:
Sometimes there’s no need to be held.
And no need to speak.
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Speak Nearby
02:49
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I heard, our faces aren’t here without the lamp to light them.
And then took his side at the stream.
To rotate quietly in a sleep.
Where no-one will see.
These hands are dry but they’re ready to trace our voices as they change from poetry to ideology.
For they’ve not taken sides but they know our bodies aren’t safe here.
So I will listen to her,
taking her time, taking care
to write and think, and speak nearby.
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My heart when it sees her is like a drum machine,
my gut does the talking and I know what it means.
These once domesticated animals are running wild,
in my cranium kingdom, she's the religion required.
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
Letzte Nacht sah ich ihn wieder in hell erleuchteten Räumen.
Wir lebten mit Tieren, von Vögeln geboren.
Es war warm und er lag wie das Licht auf mir.
Ich warte auf Sprache und ich schlafe zu viel.
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
(Lead Break)
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
It's not nothing, it's something, it's not nothing, it's something.
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12. |
Zero!
04:54
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Zero!
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Whatthe Animalssay Berlin, Germany
Traveling Gonzo Composer/duo. Forty-One Countries tapped for inspiration. Traveling with a micro studio, a microphone and an acoustic guitar, composing and uploading where and when possible. Songs written freely from Iceland to Togo without the constraints of industry. ... more
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