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Sometimes I dream of coloured worlds of no hurt.
Surround me in warmth & bright, sparkling, all-knowing glow.
All so distinct you stop just to absorb the thought
that all matters & does not, but none of it can be bought.
I have arrived, I know the secret to contentment now
I can see a thousand screens with different strains of possibilities, but it’s alright
Tense, but mellow, prudently waiting for wings to grow
There is no great secret
Now I’m dreaming that every day of the life not lived is the past
I grasp at trains of thought, ever present but somehow not,
an overarching melody that never resolves
Allow the many thoughts undulate into themselves, you into twists and turns, the likes of which you’d only read in a Richard Madeley novel.
They’ll knock you out of your centre, and at some point I realised that time’s the only thing we spend fades away, everything else is traded
Subject to change.
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Year of the Sofa
04:21
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Give Yourself Junk Drawer:
People talk about the storm that’s coming, a thousand lives through cinema’s shelves/
Talk to strangers in hotel lobbies, get my leads through cinema’s shelves/
People talk about the golden era, I saw it and nothing changed/
Late night thoughts like they're everybody's Gospel -
But I could tell you that from my sofa,
Judging your steps to improve in vain.
I need time
Give me time before the genius strikes
There was a man who drew broad, hidden truths with his pen, they said
The work/words more lucid than they were to himself
But when he got what he wanted it was what he once wanted/
Elevated ruminations, when everybody goes down/
And at the party, when the band kept playing, they never asked me to play their game
A thousand pages in the book you’ll never know now,
I never even found out his name
I need time
Give me tiiiiiime
Before I
I think we might need to make some corrections,
Rationalising fears as misdirection/Living out fantasies by self-rejection
You’ll find me on the couch, spinning webs of accumulated lies
Fantasies that leave me unsatisfied
Remember when’s the lowest form of conversation
Remember when gets you to a lot of places
Fantasies that leave me unsatisfied
No today, but tomorrow is all miiiiine
Another burnt out for the niiiight
Drawing broad strokes of accumulated liiiies
Fantastic that leave me unsatisfied
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Ego Death in Akron, Ohio
07:05
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I heard the captain counting his pennies,
Was a conflict of motion he was caught in between.
But his eyes are sad when he thinks I'm not looking.
I've seen people at monuments who still want something to see,
But I'll make the trip all the while even though it won't fix me.
The servant's distracted by the great narrative,
But he knows he can't disrupt it; it can't be outlived.
In my world no one feels sick from their thoughts or their bones.
Ever since I felt ego death in Ohio.
Those blood vessels start to rest after a while,
My ego death always meant so much to me.
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Mumble Days
05:02
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On the night of crooked half-lies,
you stayed a while to catch unknown eyes.
I turned to my conscience who wiped away the sweat
and I was told he must be better off having not met me yet.
Nostalgic tales that you hold onto,
Those thoughts can always be so cruel,
Remain under glow 'til the confounded low,
and I'll hide away on the mumble-ridden days.
But he's not afraid to speak his mind today.
To lay with a man is always okay,
and it feels strange to feel at ease.
All's not lost, it's just escaping me again.
We stumbled through the motions in quick succession
while men lined up to settle into their skin.
An anecdote that's well-refined touches on my brittle mind,
and stomach acid hurts my singing voice.
But the ice cubes are still melting in my mind,
and I'm gonna pay my friends a compliment today & I'll try to be more.
I don't need a muse to try & get me through the day.
Singing smothered in hugs from taller windows today.
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INFJ
08:02
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Oh look I found myself against the wall, against the wall.
Oh God she shot herself against the wall, against the wall.
I got inside his head, against the wall against the wall.
Oh sweet vagaries, unending paths that do not meet
I don’t know, I cannot see, I’ll tell you secrets you can’t keep,
But if I say a thousand things I might be able to say nothing at all
Oh sweet vagaries unending paths that do not meet,
If I feel a thousand things I might as well feel nothing at all
If I say a thousand things then maybe I’ll be able to say nothing at all
Sometimes I’ll steal a little cry (in the mornings),
But mostly I sigh.
And maybe I’ll try.
Nothing matters because I can tell you the way you feel, and the way I feel
Only can think about how many things I'm thinking about.
90% maxim, just need one to myself so I can slip away
“I wish I could make them stop”
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Come to the land of the nice and slow
Where only moonlight lives and (the) heartstrings know
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Temporary Day
04:07
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A temporary day to breathe the silence & not obtain.
When fog will ascend once more to free all the pores I’ve clogged again.
Entrenched by the each poor prior take
cements the ill-fate of a wanting mind,
The pulsing echo spiral that never track where it flows to.
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Pile
05:58
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Another series of forgotten thoughts to chronicle my year,
They were interesting enough to publish, not enough to make them care,
If you find me wandering, please stop to ask me why, because I’ve lost myself to myself and I’m gonna miss me when I’m gone
Set speed of the engine from tortoise to sloth.
Of the deadly sins, it’s one I'm most guilty of
The answer will come, but slowly now, In a silent way
Just one stolen moment
less endless
At the point where delight fades into delirium,
A tapestry of idiosyncrasy is how I’ll live my
The road forks ahead of me, Now I see there’s no meaning
I asked “hey brain, hey work with me buddy" but he laughed/turned and walked away
You made that journey across the desert without a canteen less endless
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Junk Drawer Belfast, UK
Kitchen sink psych post-punk krautrock-worshipping indie rock.
'Best Live Band' and 'Best Video' at
NI Music Prize 2022, 'Best Single' NI Music Prize 2019.
'Ready For The House' LP & 'The Dust Has Come To Stay' EP OUT NOW via Art For Blind Records.
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