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Graveyard Sex
03:37
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GRAVEYARD SEX
CRAWLING OUT OF A BREAKNECK LAKE
WITHOUT THE POWER TO BREATHE
INTO A FROST OF A LIFE ONCE LOST
THERE’S NOTHING HERE TO RETRIEVE
IN WHISPERED SHORES HE IS WELCOME
FORGOTTEN AND FATALE
HE’S COMING OUT OF A DEEP SLEEP
TO SING HIS OWN CHORALE
THE SHOWERS AIM TO HIDE THE LOSS OF BLOOD
BUT LOVE, HE WAS A BAD BOY
AND HE CLAIMED NOT TO BELIEVE YOU
AND HE CLAIMED TO BE A FLAME LIKE YOU
AND HE CLAIMED HE’D NEVER LEAVE YOU
BUT HE ONLY LIVED TO BLEED YOU
HE LOOKED FOR SIGNS IN HIS CIGARETTES
HE STABBED THE SMOKE WITH HIS TAIL
HE BUILT A WALL ROUND HIS GRAVEYARD SEX
THE FELINES LINED UP TO WAIL
THESE SACRED STARES THROUGH DEFEATED PLANS
MOVE AT THE SPEED OF YOUR PLIGHT
HIS ONLY STANCE IS SOMNAMBULANT
BUT HE’S NOT WELCOME TONIGHT
THE CRUEL VISTAS TRY TO BLAME THE SUN
AND HE PUT THE DUST INTO DAYLIGHT
AND HE PAINTS WITH FLAME TO MAKE IT RIGHT
AND HE USED YOUR SCENT TO FIND YOU AT NIGHT
AND HE WANTS TO KISS BUT HE CAN ONLY BITE
HE BUILDS A WALL ROUND HIS NAKED PLIGHT
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Infinite Last Wish
02:19
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INFINITE LAST WISH
GOD, WE WERE TRYING TO FIND THE VINES
SOME INVISIBLE CAUSEWAY TO SHELTER
MORE SILENT, MORE CLANDESTINE
MIGHTY WATER, SHARPENED STONE
NAME OF LOVER CARVED BY WIND CHILL
OH MY VOICE ABOVE THE WIND DIES
MAGNETIC NORTH IN YOUR INTERIOR
MORE SILENT A SACRIFICE
LESS FACE, MORE OCCLUDED SURFACE
WE ARE DONE STATIC RAINING
COME IN BUT DON’T CLOSE THE DOOR
COME IN BUT DON’T CLOSE THE DOOR
COME IN BUT DON’T CLOSE THE DOOR
A CURLING EDGE DOES NOT A BOAT MAKE,
AND NEVER WILL WE WAIT
RIVER DEEP TO MOUNTAIN STEEPLECHASE
DREADED FORESIGHT
WEAKENED PARADISE
NAME OF LOVE REVERSED IN WHISPERS
TO DIE IN LOST ECLIPSE
TO DIE IN LOST ECLIPSE
TO DIE IN LOST ECLIPSE
TO DIE IN LOST ECLIPSE
TO DIE IN LOST ECLIPSE
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Silk Balune
03:33
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SILK BALUNE
CRAWL THROUGH THE CURTAINS TO THE SEA
LANDSCAPES OF FINITE FORCE
DISSOLVE IN ME
I PUT NO PRESSURE ON THE STORM TO SCALE
LIGHT THROUGH YOUR BRINY BLISTERS
BEFORE YOU SAIL
YOUR ANCHOR FLED THE STORM LIKE A SILK BALUNE
NO WEALTH OF MAGNET WAVES
WILL INTERRUPT THE MOON
A SIGNAL LOST IN SHOCK WILL FATHOMS FREEZE
THE TICK TOCK OF THE LIGHTHOUSE ROCK
THAT NO ONE SEES
CONSIDER THE CLIFFS YOU CLIMB
DESPITE YOUR WOUND
SHINE THE SILK BALUNE
A GAINING RESOLVE REJECTS IT ALL
DON’T FALL
SHINE THE SILK BALUNE
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Lindsay Cooper
04:10
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LINDSAY COOPER
ALL BREATHE THE PERSPEX AIR
THE ENGINE WHERE
COMPOSER’S LUST,
PAGE TURNER IN
HER DRESS, AT BEST
WOOD FEEL THE FINGERS ON
A WOODWIND SOUL
TOO FRAUGHT THE POLITICS
STOPPED THE SCRIPT
YOU PURSED YOUR LIPS
PLEASE DON’T CONNECT YOUR NIGHTS
THE HAND’S DISDAIN
OF SPEECH AND LIGHT
AND MOMENTS PASS
BEFORE YOU TRY TO ASK
LONG SHADOW BETWEEN THE BOWS
AND DRUMS AND STARES
ITALIAN AIR
WILL RAISE THE RED
AND DONNA WAVES TO LINDSAY
DON’T CONNECT YOUR NIGHTS
NO TIDE IS TWILIGHT
PULL YOU OUT OF CRUELTY
YOUR CORE IS FIGHTING
YOUR CORE IS FIGHTING
DON’T CONNECT YOUR NIGHTS
AND NOW THE REED IS TANGLED
IT CANNOT PLAY ITSELF
SOFTLY IT MOCKS YOU
A PURGATORY
OF ORCHESTRAL ECHOES
THEATRE GHOSTS
CRUMBLING TRAVELLED ROADS
DON’T CONNECT
BUT THE NIGHTS ARE NOW CONNECTED
THE WOODWIND ALL DISSECTED
THE BRAVERY OF SEX
THE BRAVERY OF GENDER
THE BREVITY OF A LIFE
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THE HYPNOTIC STAND-BY (FOR BILL & FRANKIE)
WE STRING THE HARBOUR LIGHTS
IN SHAPES SUGGESTING HEAVEN
THE MOST UNCERTAIN PLACE TO BE
KNOCK ON EFFECT OF SHIPWRECK
LIE TO CLOSE TO JETTY GHOSTS
REPLACE THE POEM WITH THE SEA
SKETCHES OF ROBERT WYATT’S SMILING FACE
DECORATE SKIES, IMPLIES
MIST ON THE OUTSTRETCHED MEADOW BY YOUR HOME
KEEPING THE CHORDS INSIDE
WE CLOSED STRIATIONS
WITH THE SOLAR SYSTEM’S ENERGY
AND VOLUME’S COMPROMISED BY US
YOU CLIMB SEDATION
LIKE A MOUNTAIN GULL WITH FEATHER’S GREY
AND FALL DOEN INTRAVENOUS
TERMINAL FLIGHTS AND SLEEPLESS NIGHTD
REVIVE THE PATTERN WITH A BRUSH
JADE GREEN ON CANVAS SCREEN DECLARES A WAR ON RAIN
WE’LL LOSE OUR PIGMENTS IF WE MUST
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THE HEART HAS TO ACHE BEFORE IT LEARNS TO BEAT
WHEN WE ARE HALF COLLAPSED
WE RECOGNIZE THE HEAT
AND IT’S A TRICKLE DOWN
FROM TERRACES TO TERMINUS
THEN THE LIGHT DISPATCHES PROMISE
UNLIKELY AND UNKIND
SO PRECIOUS IN IT’S DARKEST OF CONCEITS
THE HEART HAS TO ACHE BEFORE IT LEARNS TO BEAT….
WHEN YOU BRACE YOURSELF TO JUMP
YOU’LL BE INTERRUPTED
SLOW MOTION SINKS LIKE STONE
IN THE SILT OF SORROW
YOU’RE THE FIRST TO KILL SURVIVAL SKILLS
MALNOURISHED, RANK AND HOPELESS
YOU’RE THE FIRST TO PAINT THE RAPTURE AS DEFEAT,
THE HEART HAS TO ACHE BEFORE IT LEARNS TO BEAT….
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Mesmerido
04:13
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MESMERIDO
DON’T SLOW IT DOWN, DRIVE AROUND
IT’S THE CLOSEST THING TO FALLING BACK IN LOVE
MESMERIDO
A SWATHE SLITS THE PRIZE
HYPNOTIZED
NO MORE FALLING BACK IN LOVE,
YOU PANIC: JUST A MESMERIDO
(SAME DESCENT AND SAME DECISION, SOMEBODY I KNOW…)
CLIMB BY DESIGN
IN YOUR TIME
THEN YOU’RE CLOSE ENOUGH
TO STRAY FROM YOUR REFLECTION
MESMERIDO
SMOKE REPLACE STREAM
YOU HAVE SEEN
IT’S YOUR SPINE, TOO SERPENTINE
CUTS THE CITY
MESMERIDO…..
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FOR THE LOVE OF THE TENSION
FOR THE LOVE OF THE TENSION
THE PEAL OF THE BELLS
TO FLY SO MUCH FURTHER
YOU NEVER CAN TELL
I’M RESTRICTING THE MOVEMENT
WITH A FLICK OF THE WRIST
I RESOLVE MY ASCENSION
BY PLANNING THIS…..
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9. |
You Forget To Answer
04:57
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Looking For A Coda
03:11
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Looking For A Coda
BEFORE YOU EVEN START
YOU LOOK FOR A CODA
SOMETHING TO STARE DOWN THE STRENGTH YOU IMPLIED
THE BIRTH YOU DENIED
THE WORDS YOU WROTE ON THE AIR
AS A LURE
BUT THROUGH THE MIST THEY’RE OBSCURED
IT’S NOT ENOUGH OF A CODA
IT’S NOT ENOUGH OF A CODA
IT HAS TO BE MORE OF A LIFELINE TO RUSTED SHORES
FLEETING CLIFFS
THEY IMPLORE
DRAGGING SHAME ACROSS RAINCLOUDS
HURRY BACK TO YOUR BURDEN
FLEETING CLIFFS LIKE THEY’RE CURTAINS
BEFORE YOU EVEN START
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Chris Connelly Chicago, Illinois
Chris Connelly is a Scottish-born, Chicago-based singer-songwriter. Known equally for his lush, melodic solo work as well as for his participation in the industrial music scene, Chris is also the author of four books.
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