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The Dusty Mirror

by Mark Sheeky

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1.
Since You Kicked Me Out 03:07
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I love what you've done with your hair since you kicked me out I love what you've done with the wallpaper since you kicked me out I love what you've done with your lovers and pets, with your furniture and finances. I love what you've done with your neighbourhood and everything since and everything since and everything everything everything everything since you kicked me out! I love what you've done with the tone of your skin since you kicked me out I love what you've done with your parents since you kicked me out I love what you've done with my chandelier the quality of wine and your musical taste I love your new dresses you've thrown out the messess since you kicked me since you kicked me since you kicked me out! Since you kicked me out It's true that I've fallen on harder times I like to drink meths now, it's cheaper than wine and wear the same jacket and wear the same grime and at my invisible in-laws I like to shout and you know I still love you and I know you don't care because I've moved in to a cardboard box on the roundabout infested with rats and my friends are a one-legged pigeon named Keith and a broken parking machine called Harold From Neighbours Since I recall the day clearly you I will toast the day yearly kicked me out!
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Except for the Hatred 04:27
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Last night I dined on beef and asparagus and I thought about him with his chips and his mushy peas and I thought about him with his co-op swiss roll as I munched on my crackers and crumbs of soft stilton as I bit on my bitter herbs. I writhed in my big bed and stared at the ceiling and I gritted my teeth at his stinking and snoring and I thought about him and his lazy ignoring so excuse my red eyes and my spiderlike twitching its part of my being Its part of my being! Everything is fine Except for the hatred Except for the hatred Except for the hatred Everything is fine Except for the hatred Except for the hatred Except for the hatred I dream of a morning of sunlight and butterflies I hope for a day of peace I pray for a way out a way to escape him and if death won't take me then I pray it will take him! Everything is fine Except for the hatred Except for the hatred Except for the hatred Everything is fine Except for the hatred Except for the hatred Except for the hatred It's so nice to see you. It's so nice to be here. I wish I could stay here. I want to be free. I feel that I'm dying. I feel we won't meet again. I feel we won't meet again. I feel I feel! I shudder at my desk as I work on my documents and I think about him in his vest watching television and I think about him with his nicotine fingers as I sip my green tea as I mix up a salad of dark and bitter herbs. Everything is fine Except for the hatred Except for the hatred Except for the hatred Everything is fine Except for the hatred Except for the hatred Except for the hatred
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The Escape Angels 02:55
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I don't like it He is coming He'll be here soon It was always like this Oh God! Please help! The pain and my pleasure My black soul meat I turn my face to the angels to the glass of light and purity to the angels... of silence of emptiness of glass white purity of empty rooms of winter No carpets or furniture just me, and the angels
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Fear of the Thing Itself 03:43
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The clock hits twelve. The moonlight in his cell. He strokes and preens and awaits... the arrival of the queen. The one he met those years ago in wet. The night she changed his life, with the mission and the knife. She comes! She comes! She comes! Her words like running waters flow. The voice of heaven speaks! The voice commands his hands to dance... Long white beard bent and weird. Twisted fingernails. Eyes afeared. Whispered voices to himself. Messages from the elf. Twists of joy. Curls of lust. Skin of leather and mind of rust. Fairies dancing on the shelf. Fear of the thing itself. She comes! She comes! She comes! Golden halo of the queen. Her words like flowing wine. Showing images unseen. Enraptured by her love. He sits and paints in solitude and peace, he baits the trap and awaits the arrival of the priest. The doctors say his mind is miles away but such is genius with a touch of murderous. She comes! She comes! She comes! Her words like running waters flow. The voice of heaven speaks! The voice commands his hands to dance... Long white beard bent and weird. Twisted fingernails. Eyes afeared. Whispered voices to himself. Messages from the elf. Twists of joy. Curls of lust. Skin of leather and mind of rust. Fairies dancing on the shelf. Fear of the thing itself.
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Warm Comfy Sofa 02:01
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Warm comfy sofa, in soft plush violet tones. A gift from my parents to a new home, has seen many days; some sick and sad, and a lover too. Now soon to go, old and tattered. One last night with me before your end, my friend.
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Norman Bates 04:45
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Oh Norman Bates where are you? I need a little help, I need some reassurance from a friend, my mother's voice is grating inside my head to make me sad again. I know I should not ask you but you might understand. I think you are alone inside like me, and in the dusty mirror of my dry mind you're the one I see. Norman Bates inside your castle, your silhouette is staring at me, you long for love too. Norman Bates! Permit me to be forward but when did things go wrong? I wonder when the moment was with you. It's hard to place a finger upon a why, perhaps you have a clue? Oh Norman tell me something, any word will do, I like the little messages you send. My mother's voice is grating inside my head and she's my only friend. Norman Bates inside your castle, your bedroom light is shining for me, you long for love too. Norman Bates!
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Two Parents of a Child 02:16
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Two parents of a child who is living in outer space. One eye is free and wild. One eye is out place. You cannot know where he goes to, if he knows you. Nobody knows what he feels like inside. Two parents of a child, who insists on the same routine. Everything neat and filed. Everything very clean. You cannot see where he goes to, never shows you. He'll never know what it feels like to feel.
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The Arm 02:35
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Now here's a little song about a little old friend of mine who ain't got nobody I lost my body In Midland Texas They sawed it off at the shoulder I didn't expect this So I'm in a bucket in the hospital Won't you come by and say hello My hand is oh so sad Can't shake with friends If feels so lonely at night that it pretends It's waving slowly in the hospital Won't you come by and say hello I remember changing gears and steering in our car I remember practising for hours on our guitar I never was very good tho I lost my body In Midland Texas I wrote this song for it I hope it gets this I'm feeling lonesome in the hospital Won't you come by and say hello?
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Moments of Terror When Falling Asleep 03:40
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The road of the day, like a ribbon of sky, people who like me pass by. Do I like them? Do I think of any of them as a friend? The road of the day, like a ribbon of sky, people who like me pass by, Do I like them? Do I think of anyone as a friend in this world of why? Moments of terror when falling asleep Moments of terror when falling asleep
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Falling Apart Again 02:24
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I'm falling apart, again I'm falling apart, again I can't hit the high notes like before won't somebody help me up off the floor Is somebody out there going my way my dreams of tomorrow died yesterday Everything is very very dark again very dark again I can't feel the sun like before won't somebody help me up off the floor
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The Fingers of Evil 04:59
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Here are the fingers Long and spidery Pulling at your white matter Contaminating you with their ink Feel us! Feel us! Feel us! Feel us! Do you remember when times were good The smell of the bacon in the morning The sun-people of honey and smiles Can you recall what it's like? Is that part of you still there? Now the black fingers play their pipes Seducing you and your lonely skin Who is right now? Who is right now? Who is right now? Who is right now? Which is it going to be? Feel us! You must choose between good and evil Are you good or evil?
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Cherries 02:07
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When you're young you like sweets Tastes of cherries As you age you explore And crave nuance Your mature tastes are bitter Dark and strange A crimson soul Protecting coal In hearts of darkness fire and ice meet Love's tang is sour stroked with sweet

about

The Dusty Mirror is an album of songs suffused with a surrealistic imagination. The album is approximately in three parts. The energy of the first two tracks breaks into a hint of something different with The Escape Angels, which, like The Fingers of Evil was written as a visual-stream of consciousness, a journey of image to image to image, with an instantaneous linkage between the image, emotion, and sound which relates these tracks to my instrumental albums. Despite being a collection of separate songs, the album is treated as a whole, a unity, not a collection of single tracks.

Fear of the Thing Itself, a track about the artist Richard Dadd, is related by murder to Norman Bates, and the four tracks of this section were written in 2011, 2011, 2014, and 2009 respectively. Mark thought that these songs deserved an outing, and a key motivation for this album was his revival in songs.

The Dusty Mirror is as musically and lyrically complex as anything Sheeky had created before, and features his first guitar solo work in the edgy track about social dysfunction, Moments of Terror When Falling Asleep, and more amusingly with harmonica in The Arm, a surrealistic song about a lonely severed limb. It is perhaps the contrast of light and darkness than unifies this album.

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released August 28, 2020

Composed, produced, and performed by Mark Sheeky.

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Mark Sheeky Crewe, UK

Mark Sheeky is a surrealist artist from the North of England. His music began as synth, game influenced, music then experimental classical piano and art rock/art pop, and surrealist rock music.

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