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Passages of Movement
01:50
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You move, seemingly without effort
Grace abounding, delicate provocative
My eyes are trapped
Caught in spotlights, each step defined
And laid-out one before another
You move and sway, step by step
Each note, each chord pulls me
Further into this fluid motion trance
With twirls and turns, rhythm leads you
Into passages of movement
My eyes have never registered before
Or at least can't ever imagine registering before
Every confident step must be new
A movement revolution played out
With every key pressed
Every progression noted
Before my vision you transform, now as never before
A narrator to new truths and new myths,
Created by every turn and pre-defined and pre-scripted deviation
The winding cycle creating,
Sparking new understandings
You speak the story of the music silently
And fluently, strong and potent
Each movement birthing glory
Baring beauty
Sharing long lost stories
Tales spoken in a trance of colour and light
You sparkle otherworldly outward signs
Space becomes sublime
Thousands of unseen hours bloom before hundreds of eyes
But only you and I are here in this crowded space
Alone, time slowed
The shadows of the day fade and falter
Time interrupted,
Lost to movement
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2. |
The Dance
03:52
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Old Photographs
02:10
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I found you all in a box of yellowed papers
You, this collection of portraits taken
Seventy, eighty, ninety, perhaps a hundred years ago.
All of you left forgotten in a box.
There seemed to be no family resemblance
And perhaps no family members left to care about your whereabouts
Or the 80p price on each of your heads.
Seven of you for five pounds the lady said sat
Behind the makeshift seventies Formica kitchen counter.
Money was exchanged and no receipt given.
You, the seven, your story stored in boxes
No doubt similar to where your lives ended
But this portable mausoleum in brown paper bag scratchiness
Records only one moment
One fraction of a second of an existence.
Was this the only time your face and features were so framed?
There are now today tens of thousands of tiny clicks
For every second, sacred, profane, mundane, myopic.
But this moment why this moment captured?
To celebrate the new start?
To commemorate the feared end?
To encourage a spouse abroad with gun in hand?
Or a portrait for a formal occasion?
In your twenties and thirties you were not filled with nostalgia
Simply getting on, your clothes set you apart
But your haircuts are back in vogue if not fashion
You could be someone that I've met recently if it wasn't
For the seventy, eighty, ninety, one-hundred years apart.
Yet I wonder when did it all and for you?
Perhaps you knew me when I was a baby,
Probably not
But this fragment of history I hold, all that's left of you
All but some marks in census' and registers seemed so
Fragile and finite.
Like life itself.
One day you'll end up in a box again of this I am assured.
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4. |
Memory
03:59
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5. |
The Rain & the Sun
04:45
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The Stars
01:35
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You should look up to the skies you said
You should open the window with the lights off
You should watch the skies to catch a glimpse of the stars
You should take another look,
You said and said and said and said again.
Night skies death opens up before me
A thousand twinkling tragedies
Sparkle before my eyes and I shake my head
Despite what you say I know they are dead, all gone
Old light and crackling glimmers of life's last breath
You said I should lighten up
And see the stars for what they are
Beauty shining in the dark
But what they are is not what you think
And when you told me to lighten up
I knew you meant it, but I also know you didn't see
The awkward irony that the stars you love
So much are lit up by a thousand distant chemical deaths
Smouldering heat and intensity, refining the sky
And making it brighter
Oh so much brighter.
You should look up to the sky you said you should
Open the window with the lights off
You should watch the skies to catch a glimpse of the stars
You said and said and said and said again
Fine I replied, I will look up to the skies again,
I will turn my face upward and look far beyond myself
To find a sparkle or a moment or a death in action
Like you said, but I will do so, I said, from deep
Within the city with a million local lights
To illuminate the skies a meta-modern paradise
Of love lived and lost lament
I would look to see the skies
But no stars,
The stars are dead to me
I hope I don't see stars as I said
You just laughed and laughed
And laughed and laughed
And laughed
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7. |
Starscape
03:01
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8. |
Silent Shadows
01:41
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The door locks, seemingly for the last time
Keys taken off the key-ring and placed in a safe
In an office, some other place far away
While stacks of books, sheets, numbers, orders of words
For life's great moments of delight and sadness
Lay lost in grey metal filing cabinets
Rusted and battered by so much use
In years past, but not now.
Now they lie abandoned with jars of charred coffee,
And individual sugar portions, all left behind.
Carefully forgotten with the lights off.
Sun still shines through coloured glass,
Solemn faces still stare down,
But no one is there to witness the moment.
Dreams and tears,
Hopes and fears,
These walls have seen humanity
In all its despair and glory.
Parents have laughed and screamed
Choked back tears and cried out in hope and bitterness.
Silences have been observed
And caskets carried in and later carried out.
With the lights off
This space stagnates in silent shadows.
Mildewed and maligned.
Profits and statistics
Research and seek meaning
Looking to see signs in texts written far away
And collated minutes of million minor meetings.
But still the sun shines
And the clear blue sky
Illuminates the lost interior
Lighting a beacon for decay
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Closure
03:05
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Resignation
03:37
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11. |
Apprehension
01:33
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12. |
The Night Watcher
01:09
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Wearied by repeated failure,
And constrained inside his own mind,
A thousand calculations he has made,
And another thousand measures taken
Making marks on well marked charts
Papers rustling in the evening light.
With unregulated rigour,
Candle flame licks the cool breeze.
In this otherwise stifling room where sweat
And anxiety linger in anticipatory air
Months have passed by
Lit by moonlight in this quiet quest
Lived in unrelenting restless state
With no conclusion,
No finish on any forseen horizon
The evasive prize haunts him at night and bars his days
Condemning them to be spent in fractious daylight's slumber
Sun's sneering rays searching out paths
Through worn and faded curtains
Coming to rest and feasting on the restless placid flesh
Of a night watcher in distress
At all that is left to be seen
In hallowed heavens upper reaches.
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13. |
The Astronomer
03:39
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14. |
A Winter's Dream
00:44
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All winter waiting,
wistfully wanting.
New life to spring up
from somewhere
below cracked surfaces
bringing with it colour
to daub new early morning light
with beauty and renewed verve.
Maudlin grey fading
with remnants of ice
that for months have chilled
and stalked Earth's resting crust.
Submerged bulbs lie in hibernation
Amidst soil and rock.
They persist, despite isolation.
Locked in frozen bitterness
life lingers awaiting spring.
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15. |
Forever Spring
01:53
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16. |
Meeting Eno
01:24
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17. |
For What Once Was
01:14
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Speak in mysteries, speak your memories
Right into my core,
For in this heart I ache
For what once was and what can never be.
For the words that I will never hear
The words taken flight too soon.
Speak in mysteries, speak your memories
Laid imprinted on my being.
The scars I carry tell tales
Of snares and tarried times
Long distant in the past
Times when light and shade
Flitted and danced their dreams for me
Long gone once respected feelings
Held a sacred stories bound in ornate glory
Less of now and more of then
A vision in my dream
Story with no end
My fairytale talisman
Speak in mysteries, speak your memories
To the silence of these walls
Entombed in what once was
And what can be no more
Without response I sing this song
Night the only recipient
Of a vacuous invitation
To one who won't reply.
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18. |
Remembering Love
04:52
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19. |
The Garden
01:00
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20. |
Golden Water
05:55
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21. |
Silence
03:18
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Bitter-sweet the silence that sings on
And on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
And on and on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
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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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