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The Wrath of Love
07:15
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Once it starts it never wanes
You look up and there it looms
A super moon fit to burst
A Perigee so full it hurts.
The Wrath of Love knows know rational
And won’t be held to account
The Wrath of love can smote you down
Without the slightest qualm
Uncanny how a twister starts
From nothing in a field of dust
The emptiness at it’s mercy
Just exacerbates its voracity
The Wrath of Love knows know rational
And won’t be held to account
The Wrath of love can smote you down
Without the slightest qualm
The wrath of love won’t leave you be
Like molten lava steadily
spreading down to man and beast
to eat the trees and scorch the sea
Like you scorched me
Like you scorched me
Like you scorched me
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2. |
A Cup
02:13
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A Cup
Give me a cup to drink from
Make it gold or carved in wood
Before my time’s been poured away
And drained of it’s blood
Give me a vessel to drink withal
Make it crystal or cast in silver
So I can taste the liquor
slipping past my fingers
Give me a cup to drink from
Be it bone or an empty horn
Droplets will not quench a thirst
I must gulp it down
And when I’m well and truly done
No longer tired and brittle
I’ll stretch my bow of yew
And shoot those arrows tipped with bone
And plant them where they’ll grow
Shoots form which we’ll whittle
New arrows from
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Do You Want War?
05:05
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DO YOU WANT WAR?
you want war
or adventure
advance further
the front line is here
between my mouth
and everything south
has already fallen
so easily taken
couldn’t wait any longer
to be conquered
you want war
you want reform
stand up tall
and perform
brace yourself
for full frontal furore
the bodily combat
manoeuvres that
i have in store
is what your trainings for
never before
have i been called
to take up arms
there’s been no cause
but i find your charms
irresistible
and though i can’t defend myself
i too want war
you want war and victory
don’t be torn
over her or me
we’re in the realm where
everything’s fair
you may have it all
when its love and war
it’s in the treaty
though it’s not pretty
never before
have i been called
to take up arms
there’s been no cause
but i find your charms
irresistible
and though i can’t defend myself
i too want war
after the war
your heart will sing
looking forward
to your home coming
you in your uniform
and i with my head shorn
i’ll where your flag proudly
when you planted it in me
and when we’re parted i’ll treasure
the spoils of war
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4. |
Into Oblivion
04:35
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Into Oblivion
Lover when we’re through I’ll cherish you
Sunk in my heart
Deep in the pit
With you’re own memory groove.
What you want from me precisely
You don’t even know
Well let me show you
Let the ladder down and you’ll see
Surrender my paradigm unmeasured
Remember a lifetime punctured with pleasure
Come nearer to the swell of delirium
Your fears will be propelled into oblivion.
Tell them your are caught your hands are tied
There is no need
to be so afraid
The essence of you will satisfy
And when you are released
I’ll leave no trace
Know one will know
You’re free to go and ponder on the after taste.
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5. |
Be Unmine
04:12
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Be Unmine
I’m going to have to exclude you from my dreams
I’m going to have to banish you from my thoughts
Scrape your eyes from the wall of my mind
Delete your words, the timbre of your voice
Dissolve your image
Dismantle the pictures
Put a flame to your homage
Disconnect all triggers
Be gone, be gone, be gone
Paradigm be unmine, be gone
Be gone, be gone, be gone
Paradigm be unmine, be gone
I can’t see the wood, or the trees
I can’t see the leaves, just a pattern of you
Be gone be gone be gone be gone
Paradigm be unmine be gone
You’re going to have to
Forget all contours
Untie the feeling of their hands in yours
From now on you’ll have to wear gloves
You have to live and forget about love.
Be gone be gone be gone….
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6. |
Mast The
02:57
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7. |
Civvy Street
09:25
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CIVVY STREET
there’s nothing like your last cigarette
or at least the idea of it
so you reach for the packet
again and again
the heavy chain
of Civilian days
some contextual blindness
might compensate
for post traumatic stress
poor baby
how do you dress
on Civvy street?
i’d like to say you’ll be alright
i’ll pick out the shrapnel from your mind
with my eyes
if i could hold you tight
i’d draw out your plutonium tipped thoughts
with my lips
maybe you’ll be alright
you might beat that dopamine habit
you might find a flame
or another way
to fix the lights
on Civvy street
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8. |
The Norm
06:44
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The Norm
Pete who lives in the middle of the street,
when his wife is away on business,
Will try on a few of her dresses,
just to separate himself from the grubby banality
of what he deems his man's work, at the office.
The items he chooses are colourful, floaty,
impractical, unfathomable and ultimately
point to the divine.
Next to him is Nathan
who regularly changes partners,
He is somewhat a collector
Regards himself a connoisseur.
Keeps a spreadsheet in his head
With a checklist and rota
Nathan likes to do it upright,
Near a large mirror.
So they usually end up in the bathroom
With the slight mediterranean drain odour
Lights bright like a film shoot.
For him it needs to look like porn.
Thats when his pleasure mushrooms
Sending him plunging towards the unknown
Trembling and sliding on the tiled floor.
Next door along are the newlyweds.
She pretends that she young again
and he is an uncle or teacher
She goes back to an obscure
place from her childhood
Never fighting her abuser
She lies back all passive
Eyes big like Bambi
While he breaks his way into her.
He has his own delivery narrative:
She's a prostitute doing it for free
She's a nun whose had to give up the habit
She's a celebrated news reader
And he's the old irresistible dispatch rider.
Somehow their avatars collide
Meeting at the threshold
Tumbling as one to the other side.
Stacy who lives at number three
Is kind of an authority
And full of helpful facts,
She writes about it in magazine's
But can't actually bring herself
to go through with the act.
The children who live at number one
Have shown their bums to one another
And some other young neighbours last summer
The littlest can hardly recall it.
If the oldest one does she won't say.
But for the middle one it was a pivotal moment
She remembers it like yesterday.
There is the nice looking boy at number seven.
well he's not really a boy any more, thats the thing
He's still idolising the same ill-suited person
He's started rearranging the covertures of his bed
And any amenable soft furnishings
Into the undulating form of the aforesaid.
Then is forced to take advantage of them.
His younger brother Simeon
Has a thing for older women.
He involuntarily raises an eyebrow
At wizening birds of a certain countenance.
Its not just their wealth of experience.
He thinks it's about breaking down boundaries
And the authenticity of the action
With his girlfriend it feels like role-play.
He put an ad with an agency
"Puppy seeks mature bitch
for suckling and ball games"
Sort of witty and not too dirty.
He liked the transmogrification
Into another species
Plus it added to his anonymity.
At number 8 theres Tony
Who hasn't had it for decades.
When it comes on the Telly
He switches it off.
But if he sees a pretty girl in a shop
He'll wink
And instinctively want to doff his cap
Imagining she can see the young man she's made him feel
With the wavy hair and chizzled mandible.
Sometimes his mind wanders back alone
To those first encounters with his wife
The eiderdown quality
Of the skin covering her bones
Then he might shuffle further into history
To those boys he was so fond of
And the mutual fondling.
When he was in the armed forces.
At number nine theres Yasmina
Who fancies lots of guys
Are her secret admirers
But she's in a already in a cosy relationship
with Phillippa
They've slept side by side for years
Slipping hands up jumpers
And down trousers.
Travelling to sub tropical climbs
natural wells, hot springs,
Places of respite and rejuvenation
Taking tours around their hallowed grounds
They are each others holiday camp haven.
A harmonious rendition of
"Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow"
Resounds through the walls.
While this goes on indoors
Outside stuck on lampposts
are stickers for swingers meets
Which everyone ignores.
Its not for them, not at all
And neither are the onezie nights at Clambers
Or the new naked lazer quest evening
Or the pole dancing classes
Advertised discreetly in neon
At the lap club that popped up on the next street.
Or the tea dances for the over eighties up at the hall
Or the David Essex concert next week.
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