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Let's
Let's take a walk
Let's take a walk in the desert, wouldn't that be fun?
Let's take a walk
Let's take a walk in the desert, wouldn't that be fun?
That's what they said!
Wouldn't that be fun
That's what they said!
Wouldn't that be fun!
Let's
Let's take a walk in the desert
In the desert!
That's what they said!
In the desert
In the heat
In the sun
Let's
Let's take a walk
Let's take a walk in the desert, that's what they said!
Let's take a walk in the desert, wouldn't that be fun?
Wouldn't that be fun!
Are we having fun?
Are we having fun?
Isn't this fun!
Let's
Let's take a walk in the desert, wouldn't that be fun, that's what they said
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2. |
Underground
04:28
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The underground is what is there but unseen
It pushes us from behind and below
It is everything we have accumulated and discarded
A memory and what is lost, what is rotting
The underground is what is there but unseen
It pushes us from behind and below
Everything we do is influenced by its contents
But we are never aware of its influence
Only the tendrils of its plant, the fingertips of its being
We are the underground!
We are the underground!
We are the underground!
We decided to analyse the underground
Take apart its muddy constituents and determine its composition
We find dead things, dead people, lost love, lost hopes
An underclass, insects, proud bacteria, loving bacteria
We find an energy there, a glow
This is unexpected, something clean and nice
Something with no entropy, like a light source
It is a light in the rain!
It is a light
We pull apart the matted tendrils with forceps
We wash away the mud
Fine dark grains
Wash with white wine
Mountain spring water
Hands in the stream
The sun glints on the surface of the stream as it gurgles
The sun flickers upon our retina
The heavyless sun
Light, it tastes of god, the tince of new batteries, light, purity
Pure, clean, perfection
A pure source of zero entropy
A pure wave
It is sine
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3. |
Murmuration
03:02
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4. |
Paradise Lost
03:30
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A clown drenched in brutality
The sky is green, warm, this earth born of gentle sands
White grains of hope, dust, brown in cycle in circus circuits
Of intelligence, information
Coalescing, floating pollen in the womb
Warm, thick water, grains in the water
I am not a politician but a professional soldier, I am therefore a man of few words and I have been brief through my professional career.
Germany was the place where when Hitler was the prime minister and supreme commander he burned over six million Jews, he burned the Israelis alive with gas in the soil of Germany.
I do not want to be controlled by any superpower, I myself consider myself the most powerful figure in the world, and that is why I do not let any superpower control me.
Starfish!
Starfish!
Starfish!
The sky is green, warm, this earth born of gentle sands
White grains of hope, dust, brown in cycle in circus ciruits
Of intelligence, information
Coalescing, floating pollen in the womb
Warm, thick water, grains in the water
This Eden
This paradise
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Where is the Sun
02:19
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I'm just a little thing
Let me grow
Where am I?
Where is the sun?
I'm just a little thing
Let me grow
Where am I?
Where is the sun?
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7. |
The Death of Tuesday
00:23
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The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees
The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees
The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees
The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees
The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees
The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees
The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees
The sunlight, the sunlight in the trees
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8. |
War Song
02:46
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Since the war came
Now there is only ruin, dust, ash, rumour
What happened here?
There is iron in the water.
My father used to shout, he was a big, angry, man
The lights would flicker.
Help!
As children we would play wars, with sticks
Retaw eht ni nori si ereht
The lights flicker as I sit in my cold room
I am a refugee in my own country
I seek asylum
It has been a long time
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9. |
Dream of the Tao
04:28
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The long expanse of nothing between our work
The long desert of oil slick-and-still
Drunken eternal tale of a nothing bliss
Offness like a dream of the tao
Like a dream of the tao
Time made flat a dead plate of a nothing steel
Time cold chromium grey, like the sea
Perfect row upon row, atom to atom
Bridging chaotic work, holiday
Like a dream of the tao
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10. |
Napalm
03:46
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Like silver liquorice torpedoes
They spin through the air
End over end
Slowly falling
Taking an infinity to fall
Like space clouds
Timeless
Like silver liquorice torpedoes
They spin through the air
End over end
Slowly falling
End over end
They contain fire
Napalm
They contain fire
End over end
Like silver liquorice torpedoes
They spin through the air
End over end
Slowly falling
Timeless
Taking an infinity to fall
Like space clouds
They contain fire
Napalm
They contain fire
Like silver liquorice torpedoes
They spin through the air
End over end
Slowly falling
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11. |
The Dark Cliffs
03:10
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12. |
The Darker Matilda
03:36
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O there once was a swag man camped in the billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree
And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda, with me
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda leading a water bag
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me?
Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water hole
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee
And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker bag
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
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13. |
I, Spider
04:50
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I, spider, wait in hope with monolithic patience
My web shivering by starlight
Moist ice of tangled spittle
I can feel it
Pulsate though my feet
Are its fingers broken into
Fisty knots of tears, crying for contact?
The zodiac stares down, through the layers of sky's breath
The stars weep, unaware of the patterns
"Is there anybody there?" speaks Death
Oh, where art thou?
Oh, where art thou?
Where doth you lie?
Where art thou?
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14. |
Haiku
03:16
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Peace
We live in cycles of stable repetition
Repetition
Peace
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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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