1. |
I Don't Know
03:48
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Long days
But worthy days
They tell me so
But in the quiet darkness
I don't know
By your eyes
What see you there
Is it my soul
Or else the empty heavens
I don't know
None do I bemoan
None do I scold
Nor hand I hold
Should I be feeling sorry
I don't know
Sweet is your song,
Your playful song
The answer's, 'No'
You ask me why that is, and
I don't know
Long, they call
And longer so
Than shadows grow
But how long they will,
My brother,
I don't know
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2. |
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(Instrumental)
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3. |
My Curmudgeon
04:40
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You look around
And there's your friend
Tied neatly in love
All full of rags
And himself
The daylight a halo
Upon our secret-agent-of-the-heart
In his wankstain goatee
And the Lord said
"Let there be lepers"
I know your tricks;
You want to be happy
You want to be a shadow;
You want to be a good memory
Already
Christ above, the cunts
They want to understand life!
Well, there's a hole in the wall
For you to fall in,
Yes there is
You won't find pleasure
Until you've given up on joy.
Eat those tears, if you're really fucking hungry.
And don't insult me
With the notion of 'worthwhile' -
Only the best,
The very best,
Will do, here
Dream yourself shitless while you
Still have an anus to be embarrassed with,
I didn't call you 'Asshole' for nothing
When I saw you cower, like
A man in power
Those nightmares will never forgive you
For waking up
So full of yourself with pain
And horror
You tit.
Love came back to haunt you
Insults are your only friends now
You know the blood be bubbling
And the crows be croaking
When you see it die
With your own sorry, sorry eyes
Did they never tell you
That you don't have a heart
Until it's broken
The wind almost a sigh, she looked down
And fiddled with narcotics
Bad brew, and a window
Of soot
An uwed widow
All early-mourning and ready
For a lashing
Of the long-taut spirit
She was the beauty
That stopped the breeze
And she stared solemnly
At her trembling fingers
Black-clad and bonny
And a long, cold silence
As still as a corpse in a wire
She did allow
Only the sunlight
Its tepid warmth
And only the gob-stains
Their Godless pride
Until the day
Gave up waiting
To breathe
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4. |
Visit Croatia
04:50
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(Instrumental)
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5. |
Eating My Heart
01:47
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I have eaten my heart
Yes, there's a new
Black hole
To look into now
I have eaten
My heart
What jaws I have
What guts
And the teeth!
You would give
All your life
For the teeth I have
In my skull
I have eaten
My heart
And you
You point that burger at me!
What the wet lettuce
Regrets...
I have eaten my HEART
How do you suppose
And artery sounds
When depart the parts
That I had
O, I had
And I have eaten
You know,
The thing
Moved,
I believe
Even as it joined
My intestine
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6. |
Why, Buzzardman, Why?
03:51
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7. |
Sorry
02:55
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My dear friends
They are laughing
Certainly, they are laughing
But they are sorry
I smile for them
But they are sorry
They smile for me
But they are sorry
Why are they always so sorry?
They have forgiven each other
But they are still sorry
The love one-another
And they have one-another
But they are still
Sorry
And now I see
Even the strangers
And yes!
My enemies are sorry
Can I,
Even my self
Be so sorry?
It all has been sorry
For a long, sorry time
I haven't yet heard any kind
Of apology
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8. |
As Once I Was
01:36
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There they will be
As once I was
As once
I was?
On the rotten longing
And the wronging long forgotten
On the dross
Hope that want that wants wants
Loss
As once I was
And as they do
And as they mean to do
And as I was once wont to, too
What one wants and
What one once was wanting
-And what wanting was-
On the rotten longing
On the wronging long forgotten
-What wanting was-
Garrot the lot
Not forgot, but lost
The loss?
The lot
What once I would have had to have got
Once
Which was
While the while
One day
Will be
Once
What?
A swan's eye
A song's cry
A solemn sigh
As once I
Was
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9. |
I Hope
05:24
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O, thou silent autumn night
Night of loneliness
Not a single star
In the autumn skies
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11. |
Dear Soul
03:02
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La la la la la la la la la
LA, LA
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12. |
Hold the Night
02:50
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There, the snow
The gore is song
That the crow
Descends upon,
Here, the coal
A dream in white
While they hold the night
Hold the night
The night has gone
Hold the air for song
The blossoms fall
The briars grown
And the birds
Are singing, 'No'
They return,
Return to one
And to none
Do they belong
Sorrows dance
A cold delight
While they hold the night
Hold the night
The night has gone
Hold the ocean's tongue
The flames are drowned
The feast is done
And the crows
Are singing, 'On'
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Alabaster dePlume London, UK
Working with International Anthem, based in Total Refreshment Centre, London.
Manchester-born,
saxophonist & spoken word artist, composer producer & songwriter. Employs a live-development style using candid communication inclusion and enthusiasm.
Next LP Come With Fierce Grace out Sept 8th on International Anthem, accompanies 2022’s critically acclaimed GOLD
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