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Mother Nation
04:51
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2. |
Tyranny
02:24
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Where tyranny exists
That tyranny exists
Where tyranny exists
That tyranny exists
Where tyranny exists
That tyranny exists
In the barrel of a gun
Not (just) in the barrel of gun
In the barrel of a gun
Not (just) in the barrel of a gun
The hand that grips
The hand that grips
Hands shaping a fist
The hand that grips
The hand that grips
Hands shaping a fist
Told you to go
Told you to go
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3. |
Megatron
02:54
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I am Megatron.
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4. |
Harbour Blues
04:12
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It has been quite a long time
That thoughts
Can no longer be contained
Within my ravaged strings of bereavement
Convergent thoughts
Hollow and bleak
Still entertained
Within my kingdom
Beyond endless valleys of green
Headless horses re-enact
Ancient ceremonies
Between my teeth lie purple flowers
Under my crotch I feel your tongue
Something long dead has re-awakened
Thus, glows like algae
In my hands
Relentless
Complete
Relentless
Complete
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5. |
Nights In Arabia
04:31
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6. |
Empathy
03:09
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7. |
Nephele
05:36
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8. |
A Diary Of Sorts
02:52
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All is instant
Delayed comes the light
That's the secret
But it’s not secret
Time is where
And time again
I sometimes mumble
And loose my path
never mind...
Consider this rumbling a sort of diary
A diary of bloom and demise
Obverse and reverse
Inherent contradictions
Some believe I am insane
But I’m with Burroughs
And his hallucinative glimpses of reality
I often say a lot of things
And that can be quite a problem
On most occasions I remain silent
That’s even worse
It is what it is
And it might not really matter
It does though
It shivers my spine
Grows flowers within
I am often trapped
Within illusions fed by memoirs of grandeur
I feel I shouldn’t care
Not really give a shit
But my world is your seashell
And it glitters
Lavish
Adamant
Gloomy
Not indifferent
Just in love
Shhh...
Listen
You can see them now
There...
A concord of mottled birds
They chatter nested under my dome
Envy, power, greed
Envy, power, greed
Envy, power, greed
It can’t be
It can’t be
They should make a song out of that
A little happy tune
For kids
To cleverly repeat on the street
When they hunt each other down
For a piece of over-nourished flesh.
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9. |
Glow
06:35
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A mind is like a cage
It’s like a highly extinguished
God-alike misunderstanding
A superb vision of sorrows
And trees
With non existing fingers
I indulge
I indulge
And then I wither
Glow
Glow
Glow
Every commandment of rhythm
Is done
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Junky Athens, Greece
PeOpLe hAvE SaiD:
“Surreal, grotesque and bitterly strange.”
- Random
Stranger
“Just horrible all the way around.”
- Man on a bench
“Weird...”
- Kerang
“Not for the faint-of-heart!”
- Lady in public hospital
“Seized my attention before realising I was being skull-fucked. Repeatedly.”
- Flasher in Omonoia square
“Mmmmm I don't know...”
- Mum
... more
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