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brexit buffet
00:49
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murmuration
00:39
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A murmuration of starlings descends on the rooftops
Mist wreathes the suburbs. Children make their way
To school, their satchels adorned with rainbow stickers.
A day like any other. To be precise, a Tuesday.
Surely no revelation is at hand. Things are as they were,
will always be. Newspapers on the doorsteps
scream of vile sedition, bounds overstepped,
perverts scheming to betray our simple values.
We understand less even than we forgive.
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3. |
lights out
03:06
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No constraint on your contagion
rage-addicted nation
mask off, spit in strangers’ faces
Not one single droplet wasted
the fever spreads
like rumours through the playground
irresistible conversion
irreversible inversion
it’ll really turn your head
mirabile dictu
mirabile dictu
Shoot that straight into my bloodstream
baby that's the shit
knock me silly with the facthammer
I'm ready to commit
there's going to be a showtrial
they'll hang nurses in the square
and you and me and Uncle Bobby
will all be there
Saints and nukes preserve us
you limey fucks deserve this
panicked newsrooms, blaring sirens...
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4. |
cowley rd piano
00:46
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5. |
dick's out
02:23
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Sonny Jim, we're just warming up
Sonny Jim, we're just warming up
Make you drink from the bitter cup
Sweet little buttercup
My boys are all with me
I'm the bully of this town
And if I'm going down, honey,
Then, honey, you're going down.
Fifteen minutes with me
In the back of the van,
You'll never see
The same again.
Instantly,
Utterly...
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6. |
father jack's army
02:47
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Every fascist loves a woman
you need something to come home to
I would interpose my body
I would intercept an Exocet for you
I’m a rock, a strong defender
I’m the greatest since Alexander
Gonna crack, gonna go on a bender
Gonna break so hard I’m unmendable
She’s a woman, don’t correct her
She’s a woman, I know cos I checked her
Big gametes, large like I like them
My attentions, I know she invites them
I may be small, but baby I’m motile
IQ in the ninety-fifth percentile
That’s how you know I’ll never be owned
Maybe that’s why I’m forever alone
I’ll be Sporus, you be Nero
Every fascist needs a hero
I’m a man, going my own way
I’m a man, I’m a lover of the grave
I’m a lover of the grave
I’m so big and I’m so brave
Won’t you make me, make me your slave
I’m a lover of the grave
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7. |
judges' houses
03:24
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Studio lights, leather armrests
A mother comes to plead
The basilisks hear her entreaty
impassively
Close-up on tongue flicking over dry lips
A finger taps a knee
Drum roll and now here’s the verdict
It’s a die in a ditch, from me
Judges’ houses, always so tasteless
look out across a shining sea
My desires are terrible and shapeless
Sing for me, oh, sing your heart out for me
Some kindnesses are more
than we can afford
Go back whence you came
before we get bored
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8. |
a wonderful thing
01:51
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The head teacher is a patient man. Nevertheless,
He has a job to do, an assembly to address
On the evils of masturbation, the devil’s handshake.
He blinks, and again it is 2021. His notes
Tremble momentarily in his grasp. He clears his throat.
A child breaks wind. There is stifled laughter.
“Today we are going to talk about our bodies”.
More laughter. “You see, I am my body. You
Are your body. That’s how it is. It can’t be changed.
That much is obvious”. A hand goes up.
“I want to be a robot”. “Don’t be facetious.
You are a boy, as anyone can see. One day
You’ll be a man, like me”. His vision blurs.
The children’s eyes glow red, out of their open
Mouths pour viral curses, screeching like a broken modem.
He wakes in sweat, gasping, “God! Christ!”
“I’m not ok! I’m not ok!”
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9. |
weaponise
04:04
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Immaculate plumage
You peacock around in
You tall, tall poppy
you sad-eyed puppy
Such delicate features
That’s one for the profile
That’s one for the haters
The haters to choke on
Such plushy surroundings
Good fortune enfolds you
The cosmos must owe you
One hell of a kicking
Don’t mind me, I’m just lurking
Don’t mind me, I’m just wasting time
I could be reading
I could be making something
Weaponise your friends
Weaponise your ideas
Weaponise your lifestyle
All you ever do is weaponise
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10. |
chimes of expectation
03:20
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These are the chimes of expectation
This is the siren of the future
This is your call to misadventure
This is the dawn of new America
Don’t tell mum about the dungeons
the uncounted dead
The centre of operation
The means of execution
These are the chimes of expectation
The eagle of the imperium
There’s no time for hesitation
The FOMO is real
You’ve been rightsized to perfection
Get out there and deal
Let’s maim some home invaders
Let’s make love like Sharon Stone
This is your brain on petrodollars
This is the way they take over
These are the chimes of expectation
The panpipes of delirium
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11. |
moonface
01:40
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w/trem London, UK
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