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S.I.M.
02:50
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Thoughts do come more clearly
when I'm face down on the lawn
the meanwhile is spent worrying
about failing them all to fault
I see truth through the sheer regret
aura poster on the wall
It mainlines to amygdalae
I had a minute second come my way at a younger age
where I felt an omnipresence
on a mission trip downstate
the grown ups in gowns put a spell on me
while I weeped into the offering plate
It mainlines to amygdalae
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Tightening The Tangles
02:54
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Took the staple out
from the packaged rope
slung half down the aisle
the other to piles
rung up to embroil
Latch the pillow’s snout
to the telephone
while I wrap the eye
in shimmering files
expanding what I know
Festered to the surface, now the drape is gonna have to fold
I'm just breaking away from the hold
No more tightening up the tangles
Draw to paper now
scrunched into the drawer
while I look to ground
for the fledgling frown
on the concrete note
Time to tamper down
on the pile I own
want to quantify
something to smiles
to the higher dome
Bleary shouts from the simulation
I think I'm gonna have to go
I'm just breaking away from the hold
no more tightening up the tangles
just breaking away from the hold
Faring well to the elastic shambles
I'm just breaking away from the hold
No more tightening up the tangles
Just breaking away from the hold
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Comment's Grip
02:51
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It's a common grift
they peer into your eyes, while you check the time
the same minute’s still
to address peripheral views
I've got that clicking tick
surrounding the eyes, behind the fore blinds
the tension busts the blade
to invoke a cynical view
How does it stick?
and are you feeling the comment's grip?
the interactions that you grasp
to provoke the feelings that you didn't have
It's the problem's gift
you check the time
while they're stuck on the blinds
the minute’s over now
they prescribe a clinical booth
I see it everywhere
I notice the seal and where the dip ends
the minute turns away
to detect ethereal moods
How does it stick?
and are you feeling the comment's grip?
the discussions that you grasp
to discuss the notions that you didn't have
And how do you fair
when they're throwing it at the sink?
and the feelings that you have
do they invoke a cynical view?
How does it stick?
and are you feeling the comment's grip?
the interactions that you grasp
to provoke the feelings that you didn't have
and how do you fair
when they're throwing it at the sink?
and the feelings that you have
do they invoke a cynical view?
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A certain malaise
a certain malaise
took them all
for a ride
but they all come back again
A virtue display
a virtue display
your default
to define
your recline
How long will it take
and do you feel the motion
of a line of backs break
you're side wheeling on illegible tokens
and with your bland anagrams
you're about to make some more demands
and you tell them you're not willing the hand
so they're always sitting there
Malleable sway
a virtue display
took a role
in their lives
now you've come to reprimand
The common mistake
the commons degrade
all the faults
which you think
now benign
How long will it take
and do you sense the notion
that they're gonna turn your hands to clay
they're gate keeping the miraculous potions
with your grand petty lams
you're about to make some more demands
and my feet aren't placing where I can stand
so I'm always sitting there
in the side cart with no command
and a dainty puzzled stare
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5. |
Kitchen Paralysis
02:25
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Movements of kitchens on the television
what are you supposed to do?
the brain won't request location of the mode switch
when will the situation improve?
And that's the bane of you
you've gotta scrub up your attitude
and whatever that precludes
it is the bane of you
The eyes flicker fixated on a fixture
I'm clumsily about to bruise
stumbling into a position
impossible to picture
just hoping that nothing extrudes
And that's the bane of you
from what the typicals conclude
you reap mounds of ineptitude
and that's the bane of you
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Staggering The Recipe
03:07
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We're not sure
if they'll ever let us be
if the opportunity arises
will they leave us in the SPB?
Straggling
bent amends
how can you pertain?
that self lit gaze
opportunist malaise
fleeting with our briquet
Who knows what the think will happen next?
dropped in front of a flock of sentries
sure they’re gonna have to flex
But just wait
in the foyer where there's bread to be
while they get stuck in the vacuity
and they did not know what to bring
to a table that had already gleamed
And they're straggling it, and they're straggling it again
not intentioned is it, where does intention seem to fit to them?
and they're straggling it, and they're straggling it again
not intentioned is it, where does intention seem to fit to them?
Staggering the recipe
how do you maintain
your nuanced feign
sententious drain
towards your vain cirque pane
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Drop To Inoperant
01:44
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A tense dream after the fact
shuddering, not a thing to redact
then I drop to inoperant
drop to inoperant
drop to inoperant
On the way to the ravine
I get stuck on a repeated scene
so I drop to inoperant
drop to inoperant
I drop to inoperant
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9. |
On The Bend
03:55
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Draw it from the endless pitch
find me the casket
I'm mulling over everything
for a whole season
when I wake and the morning sun masks a face
I know I've won
So I pack it up and pack it quick
pass me the basket
I'm formulating everything
for no good reason
dialling out the sun won't page
I diverge too done for the day.
Mask a face like
an NT's lie
mask a face like
Blank the page and and blank it fast
find me the marker
the ink is not embedding to last
for a good reason
on the bend a brand new day
I will buckle under a weight
Put me back on the endless pitch
forget the casket
ruminating over everything
for a whole season
when I wake and the morning sun
Masks a face
I know I've won
Mask a face like
an NT's lie
mask a face like when
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Dredging With A Clasp
01:52
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Write it on Hand
I will forget
weighs heavy on the heart
I will forget
after disaster
mind won't forgive
after disaster
Buried in repent
endured on skin
keep checking on the gas
I will forget
after disaster
mind won't forgive
after disaster
Piling on the shame
when the accident spins
dredging with a clasp
I will forget
after disaster
mind won't forgive
after disaster
Write it on hand
I will forget
weighs heavy on the heart
I will forget
after disaster
mind won't forgive
after disaster
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11. |
Recurrent Sight
04:32
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A light sits on the left side sil out the back
you can't forget about that
When the legs twist
turnstiles won't come on down
is there a way that it will?
A peculiar turn takes place under a track
is there a way to sit still?
who sat on the left side sil out the back?
One thing to do is remember that
the miles move slowly and not to attract
the energy you will retract from a trap
A small step and the light flickers out and around
is it ethereal will?
looking up for the beams to come on down
there is a hope that they will
a peculiar turn takes place
recurrent sight, is there a way to sit still?
Turning the lights off throughout the house
leaving one on so that I can't lay down
continue the cycle through hours of doubt
Form a hamper and wade
I see you there
I know the unrelenting aggrade
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12. |
Dockside Spectacles
03:30
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When they're looking for some time to pass
they hit the market and watch it crack
they don't recall a thing that they've seen
you could take it as a dream
or you could scale up the mezzanine
When they're looking for a place to go
they rest their heads at coastal chateaus
look out the window, who could it be?
you could take it as a treat
or you could bypass everything
While they're looking for a place to hide
they book a room, downtown Dockside
try to recall, a place that they've been
you could take it as a dream
or you could dial up catecholamine
While they're looking for some time to pass
they hit their heads on the mirror glass
they don't recall a thing that they've seen
you can take it as a dream
or put down your tiny hand machine
and take a look at me
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Takings From The Bar
02:38
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Titling your memoirs in the brined eye
signalling the passive just to flight a pout
some see through the enlightened hacks
How did you get that from the bar?
jumping up the queue with a bumptious pass
the patients had waited, what will you impart?
Glistening with tall tales and ears idle
tampering with progress just to slight the flout
seamless facades, garbage hacks
How did you get that from the bar?
flattering effectively so far
dollop to savour
peel off and then dart
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Dippers Melbourne, Australia
Off-kilter DIY Pop. Formerly known as Thigh Master. Based in Naarm "Australia."
Bookings: matthew@tenthcourt.com
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