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Fools
06:08
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Just flickered into existence myself
melting out of memory
She came up as a silvery white shark
Her face was in the wrong place
Memorie junkie slipped out the back door
Post mind play amnesia
Half way in half way out of the mirror
Looking in from one side
you only see what they've already seen
nature gives you only so many reversals
before she slams her hand down on fast forward
The mirror splintered began to unravel
A cyclone picking up speed
Spreading my arms, reaching for the rest of me
Swimming upstream to unspawn
A mind suck, involuntary mind wipe
Instinct screaming
The tide goes out, she's stranded on the ragged edge
Swimming upstream to unspawn
Pre-dawn in the downs is dead time
something hinky to feed the beast
Pop out my eye, time in the system
Stretchy thick and slow, fast and brittle
The downs, trip parlours, cheap dreamlands,
store front talent brokers, camouflaging street vendors
Can't have menu in browse mode
squint through static, skin off
Onion heads in a jealous frenzy
the woman has flies in her eyes
I was looking at my own face
freeze frame suck the mind out
Scramble finger and retina prints
Dump the rest in cypher mode
Dreamlands selling stolen memories
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2. |
7 Hours and 45 Minutes
11:26
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7 hours and 45 minutes to go
Until I see my love, until I kiss my love,
until I touch my love, until I love my love
You could have run away from me he said
my life is always on the edge
You, my girl he said, have lit a fire deep inside
It will be a rollercoaster ride with me
but sweet believe me
The highs will blow your mind
6 hours and 45 minutes to go...
Can I fall off the edge she said
and die of happiness, and disappear into
the clouds of possibilities
She said she couldn't turn away
She came back for more believe me
Intense, beautiful, dangerous
5 hours and 45 minutes to go...
He took her walking in the woods in the dark of night
At the edge of the city glow
He took her towards the the rhythm, the pounding,
the pulsing of the beat
down in the valley below
And there they danced all through the night
Until her limbs were as light as feathers
and hovered above the ground
Until her heart was full to bursting
and her eyes were as round as the moon
Until her smile cracked open the dark dark sky
and let the sunshine through
4 hours and 45 minutes to go
3 hours and 45 minutes to go
2 hours and 45 minutes to go
1 hour and 45 minutes to go
1 minute and 45 seconds to go
It was then that they decided
It was pointless asking stupid questions like
What have you done to me, Whats happening
to us, to me, to you, or pretending that these
feelings didn't exist believe me
They are falling in love
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3. |
Good Morning
05:38
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Good morning sweet lover, like I've never had before
Good morning crazy dancer and party fiend
Good morning storyteller of tall tales extraordinaire
Morning to you who wears your heart on your sleeve
and bares all
Morning you writer of past lives lived
You guardian of souls imprisoned, locked up in broken minds
Good morning sweet lover, like I've never had before
Good morning as you try to stop your family falling apart
You who are my constant in my whirlwind world
Morning to intimate secrets
divulged in the small hours of the night.
To dreams that overshadow our waking hours,
filled with fears of what might become
Good morning sweet lover to the madness of love
Good morning sweet lover, like I've never had before
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4. |
The Dancer
05:25
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The dancer we see her now
A thousand stars shone through her eyes
Galaxies spun down her thighs, the dancer
Spinning into violet, glistening sinuous amber
Light then dark, darkening scarlet
within the vortex, the dancer
And still, then the rush, striking heat, striking light
Lightening pinning you down
Striking you blind with its beauty
the power of the dancer
Her wet mouth glittering steel diamonds on her lips
Sometimes they cried, spewed out their brains
Logic left sticking to the backs of their tongues
their mouths made sense their minds were shot
She drew you in and sealed it all up
Singularities, the point at which all laws break down
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5. |
Hot Night like Texas
06:06
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Hot night like Texas in the British Isles
Don't let me go
Ozone so thin, tears and sweat of parting
A slow fixing glue
What can the absurd rattle of a night train signify
Hot night like Texas in the British Isles
Don't let me go, although we know
No railway track nearby, but the pulsing in our veins
An Eastern battle, a Western hurricane
Let your nostrils trace me like a dozy wasp
Hot night like Texas in the British Isles
Memorise me, although we know, don't let me go
Till the morning light, the roaring of a house in flames
awoke me too
Was it a swarm of ladybirds arriving by night
Hot night like Texas in the British Isles
Listen to our dreaming, memorise me,
although we know, don't let me go
No stars in the darkness of our eyes
So hot like Texas
Let me lick your lashes with my parched tongue
Hot night like Texas in the British Isles
Don't slip away, listen to our dreaming, memorise me,
although we now, don't let me go
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Leave fiddle in easy drive
blowing hot, purple
Lust behind a thousand drool moment
Delirious honey drunk
tell the what time gorgeous
Think sweet, read light
Petal the tongues mists
Still as blood ache in winter
Moon watch, delicate juices
Only I can show my
I love to love
A tiny will to live
Lie with the music bare
Over a sea of sleep
Leave fiddle in easy drive
blowing hot, purple
Lust behind a thousand drool moment
Delirious honey drunk
tell the what time gorgeous
Think sweet, read light
Only I can show my
I love to love
Cry love blue
Beneath sweet sadness
Rainwater whispering shine
Me next from then have gone
Take dream beat shadow
Sing rock, want peach skin play
Delirious honey drunk
tell the what time gorgeous
Think sweet, read light
Only I can show my
I love to love
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7. |
Is it true?
05:25
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Is it true
that the grass grows again after rain
Is it true
that flowers will rise up again in the spring
Is it true
that birds will migrate home again
Is it true
that the salmon will swim back
swim back up their streams
Is it true This is true
These are all miracles
Is it true that one day we'll go back to our homes
But is it true that one day we'll leave Guantanamo Bay
Dreaming of home
I sail in my dreams I'm dreaming of home
to be with my children each one part of me
to be with my wife and the ones that I love
to be with my parents my world's tenderest hearts
But do you hear me Oh judge do you hear me at all
We are innocent here We've committed no crime here
But is it true that one day we'll leave Guantanamo Bay
Set me free, set us free
If anywhere still justice and compassion
remain in this world
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Sianed Jones Cardiff, UK
Sianed is a composer / performer that works in many different ways:- as a soloist creating site specific, multi media bi- lingual settings for her music. She also works in collaboration with, theatre makers, dancers, writers, poets, storytellers. Rooted in Wales and looking outwards towards the rest of the world and the future. ... more
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