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The Confounder
05:46
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Confounder
I will go to ground and turn my body round,
This is the place to know, I’ll confuse and I’ll confound.
The earth is dark the river swift, the trees are tall and strong,
In the bay a sailing skiff with keel both smooth and long.
I will grow my hopes and let my smiling show,
Paint on all my clothes, put stones on peaceful toes;
In sudden winds I’m lifted up, set, reset and set again.
Wild, unmarked and free to choose, my folded heart untamed.
Both hands in the land to weigh my spirit down,
My origami ventricles pump with paper sound.
Seen from the side I’m less than air, a trick played once and doubled;
The value placed upon my life brings calculated trouble.
A fool once played or spent is counted and discarded,
The love that I feel is tempered, forged and hardened.
A paper knife to open you with abandon and composure,
The humour of the story comes at its final closure.
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2. |
The Shakey Man
04:16
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The Shakey Man
Get to a place where I can't stand straight
Feel the electricalation of it all -
Static but I can't stop jigging I'm
Here to read your meter mister,
feel your bumps.
Caught the beat some time back from the wire less,
Tapped my feet then taped them together,
Damn things won't stop, take one beat
And add another ad infi nytum.
All that dancing did for me was cock my tail,
Shaken like a Jamaican Rhumba can't
You let a body be before my teeth come loose?
Pneumatic drill I'll dig your holes and then some
Come on round the shack with me,
Understand the true nature of a vibro phono
Music on the bounce, choose your scale
And we'll wonkey it up fine sister,
I'm the Shakey Man and you'll know it
When you've met me.
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3. |
Journey Woman
02:30
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Journeywoman
Towards the Southern Pole, magnetised
The iron of my will drawn down
To a fine point, a pin’s hole through
The obscurity of visions.
Turquoise waters slide and pulse
Above sands ground fine
By rolling actions, slow smoothing,
The wrinkles of the earth made flat.
I will walk to the rim with you and step off,
Fall from this disc of dinners eaten and
Paths walked, drop from the plate of the world
into otherness, spinning and unravelling,
return the golden fleece to the guided lamb. We are argonauts.
We are pollen.
We are bound for foreign shores.
We are harmony and discord.
We are the questions.
We will dissolve and crystallise.
We are nothing and all things.
We bleed and shed blood.
We make this journey with no expectations and the joy of life,
the fires of our spirits burning brightly together.
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The Confiscator
03:08
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The Confiscator
Your look is pathetic
your scheme diuretic
your colours are putrid and wan.
For ideas you have wishes
like jellified fishes
you are not, never will be The Man.
If I were your mother
I'd look for another
a model to love not eschew.
Should I hear that again
You'll drive me insane
your voice is like crab paste and glue.
Youve no sense of rhythm
and a monotom schism
your swing is too swung to be true.
In the blink of an eye
It all goes awry
you only need open your mouth.
I think you can see
you should give that to me
your talents have stunted your growth.
Its not the size of your ego
that concerns me, oh no no
but how its used by your sad little self.
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The Fuse
03:47
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The Fuse
Looking out at the world,
Set alight by beauty,
Rendered speechless by lines and shadow,
Stopped dead by birdsong and insect chirr;
I burn for you and burning,
bring passion, ours, yours, mine.
Welding response to action
I am the arc of your soul,
Flying across the evening sky,
Red clouds against cobalt, indigo, blue.
Looking out across the world
We are more than flesh,
The powder of dry thought
Flashes, ignites, erupts;
I carry ideas, cauterise your sorrows.
Incendiary scintillations,
Enthused and clear;
The incisive vehicle of dreams.
Scissors, paper, rock -
The game is here to be played.
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Skeleton Woman - Burning
02:25
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Skeleton Woman
Your noise, your static hiss,
your indifferential eyes;
come down, descend this cliff
through dust and heat and lies.
I burn for you, spit roast,
shaking with cold passion;
come into my embrace
Surrender to this fusion.
My charred flesh begins to heal,
one pound for each tear fallen;
your sorrow my first meal
I feast on your compassion.
Tight I hold you now dear
and your life is mine to share;
my smile your thrill and fear so
Welcome, my love, come here.
Come here, let me stop your heart,
take the grief away;
Life is nothing to cry for
I am your ending not the start.
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7. |
Specific Goddess
04:25
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Specific Goddess
You'd better pray
that praying works
and through these words
transcend them.
You'd better pray
that you affirm
my grave concerns
and I am not offended.
You'd better pray
for clear blue skies,
clement and dry,
without precipitation.
You'd better pray
for better or worse
life is no curse
nor incantation.
You'd better prey
on the old and weak
with charm and cheek
Oh prodigal child.
You'd better pray
that god is good
and time, like blood,
can be beguiled.
You'd better pray,
you'd better hunt,
control, confront
your inner vices.
You'd better stay
thy fervent hand
oh sacred man,
corroborate your crisis.
This is the prayer
or dearest wish
that feels as if
you meant it.
So clasp your hands
and cast your thoughts,
both forged and wrought,
chance and choice fomented.
I am the one
you choose to dream,
called but not seen,
your specific Goddess.
You'd better pray
my noble friend
that the dreams I send
aren't worthless.
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8. |
The Law
03:09
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Repeat After Me (The Law)
Giving my hand I withdraw it to
offer it again in the same spirit -
A need to be sure the gift was
wanted
in tune
on time.
Hand, foot and mouth
Existentialities
Give, step, speak
Hand, foot and mouth
minor eccentricities
a word from the weak.
Placing my foot I lift it to
plant it once again in the same print -
A need to be sure the step was
correct
aligned
complete.
Hand, foot and mouth
Existentialities
Give, step, speak
Hand, foot and mouth
minor eccentricities
a word from the weak.
Opening my mouth I shut it to
speak again with the same voice -
A need to be sure the words have
meaning
are needed
and true.
Hand, foot and mouth
Existentialities
Give, step, speak
Hand, foot and mouth
minor eccentricities
a word from the weak.
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The Truant
04:03
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The Truant (A Sea Shanty)
I’ve gone out fishing, looking lovely in net
caught cold stone napping, carborundum and wet
life grinds me sharper, makes me keen to forfend
takes off the dull edge, all beliefs re-suspended.
Truancy officer, fair-weather flake
look me up dress me down
I’m a card, no mistake.
You came to see me as someone to see through
sent you a postcard so you’ll take a view too
I signed the contract with invisible ink
I may leave a small smell but I won’t raise a stink.
Truancy officer, fair-weather flake
look me up dress me down
I’m a card, no mistake.
Diminishing dial tones, my bell ringing out
all calls unanswered within and without doubt
my wherewithall isn’t where I put it down last
I’d go out to find it if I could be assed.
Truancy officer, fair-weather flake
look me up dress me down
I’m a card, no mistake.
Pass the wine, Ouzo, the crass pop tune cheeries
so good at decline, so bored and so leery
chin to the future, the now and the then, then
this void in my head space was made and now mended
An absentee landlord whose front door is broken
a heart that is half of an underground token
gestures that keep me in isolate beauty
separate thusly my needs from my duty.
Truancy officer, fair-weather flake
look me up dress me down
I’m a card, no mistake.
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10. |
Queen of Sorts
04:07
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Queen of Sorts
Climbing growth of eel hair,
I am alive to fortune’s music,
Blasting calls of mayhem;
Full bodied, blooded, aware.
Throw down your bones, brother,
Your flesh and grey matters;
Submit to fierce intent -
I am donor, surgeon, lover.
My sword is a moment
Of change cut clean away,
A flower will open for you
Giving truth, belief, assent.
The prophetess encased
By zephyr winds of change
Will travel here to find you
And bring your dream’s release.
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Skeleton Woman
Your noise, your static hiss,
your indifferential eyes;
come down, descend this cliff
through dust and heat and lies.
I burn for you, spit roast,
shaking with cold passion;
come into my embrace
Surrender to this fusion.
My charred flesh begins to heal,
one pound for each tear fallen;
your sorrow my first meal
I feast on your compassion.
Tight I hold you now dear
and your life is mine to share;
my smile your thrill and fear so
Welcome, my love, come here.
Come here, let me stop your heart,
take the grief away;
Life is nothing to cry for
I am your ending not the start.
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12. |
King of This Day
03:07
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King of This Day
Behind the peacock’s tail
I stand and listen;
a susurration from
mouths uncountable and unknown
thickens the air and fills me.
Balloon head, I, King of this day;
a shimmering man
I step out in bright robes
parting green feathers,
out upon the dais an
incandescent soul
propelled by song
an hydrogen bag
I will explode -
Firework, I, Star of this day;
firmamenting, I will intoxicate
your molecules so
drink me down.
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13. |
The Truthsayer
02:32
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The Truthsayer
I am clear, let it be known, my truth revealed,
like water, running across, the folded fields.
Diamond eyes, cut glassy stare, seeing, beleiving;
here my balls, bull ram buck steer, the feeling is pleasing.
Don’t play games, I’ll catch your drift, and toss it back;
speak your mind, inside is out, and hear the craic.
Come tell me, you can confess, for such I know -
earn my trust, I deserve more, how low can you go?
We must talk, our hearts and minds dear, yours open, mine concealed.
I am clear, let it be known, my truth revealed.
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Oceanallover Scotland, UK
Oceanallover are a dance, design and theatre company making original and exciting new work. We collaborate with a wide range of musicians working across many styles.
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