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Mother is but a fragment of everything.
Echoes wince inside her shimmering agony.
I walk around and run my fingers through her sickness.
Echoes wince inside her shimmering agony.
She smiles in silence
I’m disappointed.
I’ve got to get out of the basement.
I can see her right behind me
I can see her
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She stretches open like a parasite’s echo.
Her black roots are smouldering
Skinny-dipping in the afternoon
We all dissolve together
We exchange deep kisses in the thunderstorm
We exchange deep kisses
Every inch of me withdraws
I’m following her closely
I want to smell her mystery
She’s like a curse to me
Sunken heart sunken cheeks silent heartbeat
Her skin like a pricked balloon
Sunken heart sunken cheeks silent heartbeat
We all dissolve together
I fear I hope I burn
She stretches open like a parasite’s echo.
She stretches open like a parasite
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A pair of frozen stick-things were screwed in my mummy's head.
I stroked her like a leper and sprayed her with whispers.
Her face was caked in concrete, her body was long time dead
Her psychic energy was overwhelming
Something cracked open that wasn’t my fault.
My body dancing in turbulent waves
Absence fills the room as we grow breathless
We promised ourselves that we wouldn't fall apart again.
Two little children waiting for the end
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The earth swan sings again
I think you'd enjoy the dark forest
Crackling light plucking the strings of the ancient world
Twilight mists in the sunlight
Frozen wings scattered lonelier than heroes
The earth swan sings again
Falling statues struggling with the marble crag until it bursts
Mountains imprisoned in themselves, rustling among the pine trees
A swan beating his wings upon the birches
A leopard wiping away the heat of the desert
A zebra whistling tunes to the thunderstorms
The earth swan sings again
Good things come from purity and innocence
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Her Body Convulsed
03:59
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I cut the tattered streets with a long-hooked knife
There’s pre-historic beasts on the hills and the plains
Thunderstorms in the morning
Silent screaming at night
I insert my hand and rub the juices on the mirror
I’m on the Northern shore
Playing dead with my lover
The old lady steps out of the fire
To do her morning prayers
Dead birds singing nature’s blues
Her body convulsed
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There’s something secret and magical about confusion.
Tinkering in the swallowing Spring
Snaky afternoons in the dry desert dancing
I love the sound of her murmering
Blackness closed against the summertime
Her plaintive empty voice like dangerous rain
Riding out into the great unknown
Blackness closed against the summertime
Vultures crawl
I wake up in a meadow in a hollow tree
My mother’s hiding deep inside a prisoner’s heart
Her soft hands are in the slums echoing
Nature kisses the bodies on the ground
Blackness closed against the summertime
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The Embers Of Tomorrow
04:40
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The embers of tomorrow
Circus workers wandering round the human race
We’re the eyes of the young
Stinking stingray stung me on my stupid face
In the light of the sun
The embers of tomorrow
Demons dig dead insects drifting ‘neath the green
We’re the eyes of the young
Trapped inside a dungeon deep beneath the dream
In the light of the sun
Come with me
Wear a fishes old ghost and the force
Come with me
Wear a fishes old ghost
Doves jettison into clouds
The embers of tomorrow
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Sunflowers Wilting
03:46
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Born-again Christians swim at the nice
I’m stuck forever frozen in time
Old men are weeping all day and all night
Sunflowers wilting out in the light
Dark shadows pose like figurines
Under crumbling bridges
The fire of time, the fearless now
Waking the monster up
Flies are crawling over meat
People with no history
Boiling with humanity (sunflowers wilting)
Tiny fractures in the chain
No way out there’s no escape
Debris dripping down the drain (sunflowers wilting)
Blood falls from Heaven as we move forward
Sadness sits by me expanding in size
Drag along shadows our antennae blunted
I’m lost forever I’m frozen in time
Born-again Christians swim at the nice
I’m stuck forever frozen in time
Old men are weeping all day and all night
Sunflowers wilting out in the light
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Insects drifting through the haze of eleven summer days.
Mosquitoes clinging to the light
Hide the shadows of the night
Secret soil hallowed with age
Sparrows flying far away
Flying high and flying low
To the shadowy beyond
Landscapes thronged with souls unseen
Souls sluiced out and my heart mopped clean
In the desert we wait and we weep
Today hurts more than mercy.
Her electric pink hair drips drizzle on her face
The ghostly night tracks like twinkling dreams
Today hurts more than mercy
Today hurts
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Ashley Reaks Harrogate, UK
Genre-hopping musician and collage artist.
"an incomparable talent and a true original, a man who often borders on genius" - Louder Than War (UK)
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