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World As Bad Idea
07:11
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We let inhibitions take the form of bottle corks
And headed for nowhere at all
Eternal walk
The last of our warnings
Scrawled as messages encased in bottles,
floating amongst poison.
Thrown away.
Up to the new road,
Scrape the sand from between our toes.
We walked a mile without words or landscape.
Clothes sting on skin
How is it August here again?
I'd give my last breath for some wind.
But I'm not walking back there
We woke up to mornings neither of us thought deserved.
As an encouraging wind dries both our bodies,
We let our apologies unfold
Like origami in reverse.
Dismantle a machine devoid of a function,
Neither of us understand.
I wonder if the notes we bottled are remotely helpful..
Will they ever be found?..
We followed salubrious air
To a familiar sight that night,
Broken bottles make the shores line
And the wind wheezed a confetti
Of ink streaked scraps- I catch a few
But they are illegible blotches
And so are we.
I wonder if we'd corked those bottles
We'd have read those warnings
Would it make a difference?
Encroaching on our 30th year in this place
Those inhibitions evaporate
We feel them tight round our necks
More of a scar than a scarf
I catch a reflection in a shard of bottle
Our eyes are as blue as the sea we'll one day be within
We've always hated beaches
I say "oh! is this just where we don't want to be?"
You say "why do you keep on saying 'we', I don't know who you are!
Looking out to actual air I hear a David Berman song
Register what you just said and say "you WHAT?!"
I turn back to the beach,
I'm underwhelmed with what I have.
Horizons weep with opportunity somewhere.
I contemplate adventure
Better leave my future self a message,
so I know why I left here
I start rebuilding back those bottles
to a shape that I can soon call vessels for all the warnings
I'll be disappointed consistently no matter what
The corks are loose but they'll do
A final look then I'll set off
Are you coming too?
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2. |
Leaves
03:23
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Wanna taste the gravel
Beneath our wheels
Born to run and exile
Air con giving me chills
Waved crowded west from rear view
The world has turned and left me you
Midnight runners in the fast lane
You had us down as Chumps, didn’t you?
Wroughton Wranglers race the highway
Six songs, two lassos
Duckmoor Cowboys in the Cotswolds
Hid the speed inside our boots
Where the heartstrings break is where we'll hang our hats
Chef White
Stetson Black
Holster our hopes to made up dreams
electric eyes see everything
I will be your light, my favourite thing
I don't wanna argue
I'm a lot like you
I don't mind you coming here
How about you?
Tracy mumma took a load for free
The song went on forever
This doesn’t have to mean much
And It’s best if they don’t know
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3. |
That's Tarmac!
02:39
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Do you seek horizon's blush?
it's not so red when it's close enough to touch
it isn't coy like you dreamt
so don't let it catch up
1: "Why do we crawl?"
2: "Don't question!"
1: "Oh that's brilliant!"
2: "Yes"
Do you single out bulbs from skylines?
Less remarkable when you flick the switch
it doesn't shine like your wishes
so don't look for it
1: "What's that ground?"
2: "That's tarmac!"
1: "It's perfect!"
2: "I thought we'd find better things..."
both: "But we thought we'd need better things!"
2: "It's not that bad!"
1: "There's tarmac!"
2: "Shall we walk back?"
1: "Yes"
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4. |
Numbers
04:29
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Lamar lost his numbers in stars and doves
They've always been in the envelope
But he always asks me to read them for him
Just after he asks for my name again
Why's he looking at me like an alien ?
He doesn't understand these numbers don't mean anything
if I can't read em out myself
I sit here each morning, waiting for it
And he always asks me if I won
I don't know what that means
Sorry, what's your name again?
You've forgotten
One day we'll both win
It's the same thing
Over and over again
You've forgotten
One day we'll both win
It's the same thing
Over and over again
I keep telling you the same thing
I can't read you can't speak
Corner of the same street
Worlds apart
I'm trying to...
I'm trying too
I read him out his numbers and them ask him if he's won
He said we have to wait till next week for the answer to come in
I wonder how long he's had these same numbers
Check the date but it's not on there
I say "good luck there"
He looks at me unnerved
Lamar, I just.. I just
We'll always have numbers
Its the only thing we can't live without
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5. |
Four Acres
04:08
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I made a new friend, got high hopes
His name is Paul he's 68
He cleans the flats where I post
We talk a little every day
He so impeccably wastes my time
Tiny moments can tally high
I walk Four Acres to find out some things he likes
I've not seen Paul in over a month
He had some problems with his back
He'd just bought tickets for Jethro Tull
A rearranged date, over in Bath
I'm sick of wasting my own time
I fear he'll never make that show
It's futile counting tallies I've scribed
I fear I'll never know
I walk four acres to find Paul, but no dice
In the two weeks I hadn't seen Ian,
He'd had as many heart attacks
He said "if I feel a 3rd one coming i'll just go and die inside my flat"
We talked a while,
We usually don't
I smile with my eyes
And say "I'll see you soon"
December bare calves
Daren't notice the grey
Pull up their socks
Gulp the dismay
Talk to Ians
Talk to Pauls
Tally tiny moments on cranium walls
I made a new friend, got high hopes
His name is Paul he's 68
He cleans the flats where I post
We talk a little every day
He so impeccably wastes my time
Our tiny moments will tally high
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