1. |
Not Them
03:22
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2. |
Screen
03:28
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There she is
Her nuances – fascinating
All others on my film are interesting enough, but she is…
Different… so…
Consuming
Turn
Turn again
Allow the breeze to catch your hair
You’re so extraordinary
I know you recognised me yesterday in the street
Didn’t you?
You can fathom something more
When you study from afar
Our learned ones aren’t smart
They’re just not emotionally involved
A smear distorts the image and morphs beauty into distaste
Need to keep the image clear, clean, and wholesome
Just for now I’ll float on by
Watch the film of you roll by
Meandering throughout the plain
Of vastness deep and without name
No more consumed, now I’m free
Translucent sights beguiling me
No delusions of clarity
Just the way truth’s meant to be
Vaguely now this world of yours is made known by its semaphores
No longer bound by my room’s four walls, together now, I’m truly yours
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3. |
Hunting
04:41
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4. |
Behind/Below
04:15
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5. |
Species
02:41
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Seminal elite
The great meet and greet
To hold private witness to worth
Eradicate, delete
Those with heavy feet
It’s just some well earned mirth
Several spectacular specimens from the selected sample of the homo sapien species sit and slither serpentinely on seats of smooth steel, sipping seductively on goblets of silver, smiling to their spectacular selves.
Severed hand, messy hand, this one in another land
Blown away, while I sway, wind and breeze now falls away
Breezy breeze, make them freeze, another call, another tease
Fairly new, then he threw, all the worlds both old and new
Tickle, fickle, snicker, bicker, don't hold down the muster pack
The muster pack, with hairy back, throws it in and cuts the slack
Follow, fallow, fall away
The reds, the oranges, blacks, and blues
Sprawling wide, the many hues
The deep blood of the red land
Spilled
Covered up
Swallowed up
Then used to paint the land
The walls
This hive and that hive
Every busy noisy bee inside this hive will stay alive
Send them in, send them in, send them in
and sacrifice the lot
Send them in while the poster grins
They don't care as long as the heaving mass will rot
Send the germs in, send the germs in, send the germs in
and lay to waste the lot
A smile on a dying face as the earthly cares
finally amount to naught
Tilled fields
Rolling fields
Narrow roads all wet
The horizon the steeples
The invisible peoples
The ones we never met
Bronzed eyes are staring back
Hairy four-legged king
Be-stilled but wary of attack
But all the while we sing
My squeaky shoe sounds like a laugh
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6. |
in hortum
02:09
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7. |
Maybe
04:34
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Hello?
Hey
Oh hey. Yeah, look, I'm sorry that I lied. I'm sorry that I laughed when you got hurt. I'm sorry that I made you cry. I'm sorry that I tore my shirt. I'm sorry that I thought unkind thoughts about that guy over there. I'm sorry that I swore. I'm sorry that I took the last biscuit. I'm sorry i'm a bore. I'm sorry that I scolded the cat and then kicked it. I'm sorry that when I lost at cards I said you didn't play fair. I'm sorry that I chew noisily. I'm sorry that I laugh annoyingly. I'm sorry I read your email. I'm sorry you had a bad day. I'm sorry I don't like the same things you do. Im sorry I missed the bus. I'm sorry you missed the bus. I'm sorry I don't make a fuss. I'm sorry that I make a fuss. I'm sorry that you hurt yourself even though I wasn't there. I'm sorry that your pet died, your friend died, your favourite celebrity died. I'm sorry for world hunger, for racism, for the famine, for the pestilence, the black plague. I'm sorry for sectarian violence, for religion in general and disease.
Maybe I should laugh
Maybe I should scowl
Maybe I should seem non-fussed
Maybe I should howl
Maybe I should be sarcastic
Maybe I should cry
Maybe I should seem distant
Maybe I should sigh
Maybe I should just get up and take myself away
Maybe I should do it discreetly
I don't want to offend anyone
Maybe I shouldn't care
Of course I should, though
Maybe
I think
Maybe
I don't know
I might just sit somewhere and look busy for a while
Alright, I’ve got to go. Okay, seeya. Bye.
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8. |
in aedificium
02:06
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9. |
Kilenzick
04:11
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Everything is bright
Smithton is here Mr. Armstrong
I am Smithton
A southern cross star
A pentagram
A Star of David
A communist star
A star is a ball of flame
But the flame is the point, not the shape
The fire that burns within when we connect the image with the meaning
This is Smithton
We are here
Please refer to me as “Kilenzick of the fields” for the time being.
Zip lock bags, writing books, pictures, videos
We are afraid to forget
Or not wanting to let go
Or wanting an escape always at our fingertips.
Though sometimes we want to remember things the way that we want to
Not necessarily the way the way they happened
Actually
We definitely only ever remember things the way we want to
Even if we don’t realise it
It’s human nature
Our reality is what we believe it is
A person who believes they are someone else
Say an historical figure
Who are we to say that they aren’t?
If they firmly believe it, does it make it true?
Can we escape what is considered ‘reality’ for something else?
If we firmly and honestly believe it, we aren’t crazy
We have achieved it
“I am Gutenberg!”
Okay, sure.
Everything is dark now
But that’s alright
Sometimes that’s alright
Sometimes we just need to sit in the dark
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10. |
senex
06:21
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Old Mr Bowler
Grown up and bolder
Groaning old soldier
Sewn up shoulder
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11. |
Inside/Outside
06:27
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