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Heart and Soul Planted
05:30
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Heart and soul
As seed sown
To prompt putrid growth
Against disaster.
Awaiting
The machinery.
Since it and all are connected
Here, there and everywhere
You can’t swap pulse of blood,
Flow of life for oil
I’d sooner build a pyre
Stacked with all you bastard liars
Than snap a single twig
From any lonely tree.
Climbing towards the heavens;
At one with the forest floor
Reaching out for breached skylines
Heart and soul planted;
Lust for concrete
Suffocating the wilderness.
Tearing down our forests
In pursuit of worthless trinkets?
What’s good, great and real
Is as nothing to the pull of the moon.
Climbing towards the heavens;
At one with the forest floor
Reaching out for breached skylines
Heart and soul planted;
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2. |
Orbits
04:42
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Countless suns snuffed out up here
as the ages came and went.
Born in defiance of
relentless lack of progress.
We are adrift amongst dead stars and ghosts of light long spent.
Hanging nowhere in the afterglow of happen-stance.
We are adrift; unhappy bi-products of irrelevance.
Insignificant accidents.
Jittering illusions of something resembling meaning.
Whimpering into insignificance
Once the last of the lights makes its excuses and leaves.
By chance we twist and turn here
Broken perception used as a weapon against the roaring night.
Cosmic dissonance warping whatever signals
May have given sense to this failed race.
Not afraid to face the also-rans.
Not afraid at all. Not afraid. Not at all.
Endless orbits
rolling around
in this desecrated tomb,
watching the suns rise,
the suns fall.
At least I imagine we do.
Countless suns snuffed out up here
as the ages came and went.
Born in defiance of
relentless lack of progress.
Tired sparks lining up
to fizzle out as if they never were.
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3. |
Plateau
04:10
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Devoid of light
The blackened forest
Reaches toward the star haze.
connecting up the roots
Into the heavens and the soul.
Connecting everything.
These roots are searching
But we removed all the resources.
Restrict the growth!
Allow nothing to progress.
Serenity.
Obscured by the smoke
From the burning ground.
Managing the plains.
Destroy the rhythm.
Sever the branches
And return to our primitive ways.
Restrict the growth!
Allow nothing to progress.
Extending to the bodies of light,
Deep-rooted in the wells.
Burning the lungs of the earth
Ash will feed upon ash.
Sever the branches
And return to our primitive ways.
Restrict the growth!
Allow nothing to progress.
Nothing.
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4. |
Night Walking
03:22
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Between the woods and frozen hearts
The darkest evening of the year.
Eyes wide open on high seat
Unquiet death, malevolent.
Howl yourselves to death.
A corpse coal black, a witless wreck.
A walled grave for a soul to rest.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.
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5. |
Vulture
04:14
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It crawls up the wall
This vulture.
Clinging onto
Concrete forests.
Wings set, posturing,
Spewing gall and bile.
A fine mist of poison,
Seeping in.
Butchered innocence,
Choked humanity.
We shall triumph in hate.
In hate: glorious hate.
Picking the bones,
Pulling at morsels -
Tendons, sinews
Marrow, blood.
It breathes, coughs, retches,
Testing its voice, the range of tone, the
Lies. And how the ears and eyes
Receive them.
It practices a death song,
To the banging of drums,
Louder and louder - the ears accept it.
This is its anthem.
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6. |
Brocken Spectre
04:34
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Rich descendant of its
Poor and stupid ancestors.
Hoard-obsessed giant,
Arms wide on its mountain.
“Oh yes, I am the light.
A rainbow shines out of my face .
Shadow-cast your little minds with
Crazed joy - keep you in your place.”
Falling through dispersing fog
Turning to a broken ghost.
Scattered about like the stars
On pitch black.
Feet fused with foundations of stone,
Too much time to roar and stare.
If its face had formed, it would have
Mouth contorted in a grimaced grin.
Delirium – you’re blind to its cloud-stride,
Trembling bones at laughter’s crack,
Shivering in spatters of cold rain.
Yet the little feeble chant comes back:
That poor mortal tragedy,
Necks bent, shuffling in the dark.
Overshadowed by the mountain giant.
Poor giant, as the light dims,
This light illusion blurs and breaks -
The cloud shifts, disturbed and rolling,
Pierced through by jagged peaks.
It ends, curled up, foetal,
Imagining its mother’s arms
Falling through dispersing fog
Turning to a broken ghost.
Scattered about like the stars
On pitch black.
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7. |
Return to Hvamm
05:20
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Hope sinks into the horizon
Retreating to the West.
Shadows reach out, begging for a place to hide.
Stretched to their limit,
They fade, dissolving into dusk.
Darkness has arrived.
Howling down through the vale
salting the earth.
The splintering of bones
The destruction of minds.
Nothing escapes him.
Nothing can escape.
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8. |
Terrorforming
06:12
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Made a home
Amongst the swarf and the shrapnel.
Built a shelter
Against the remaining bombs
With the shattered shells
Of the previous payload.
So we've knocked up a pathetic cathedral
Out of the detritus
So you can kneel
Amongst the blasted remains of the pious
And pray like all Hell
That the next miserable load
Drops right here
On the halfsmiles left by the rest of us.
So now you're all raining fire down
In the name of man-made constructs.
I care not a damn for their names.
They were born of the same desperation,
The same grasping need
As every other.
From the selfish nature of men
Who could not, who would not
Shoulder blame for themselves.
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