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Wolf Whistle
02:12
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The disgusting spectacle of my own lust
Kindred spirits, our minds in common
I try to bring our bodies together
Like and like and we repel each other
Intimacy as sisyphus
On average a constant love
Perpetual, continuum
Should passion be as Icarus;
We come together and leave each other
Or friends I trick to taste my body for a time
Before we find ourselves returned again
Again, again, again
I return by myself
And we love each other as before
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Concise Road Atlas
03:57
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An outline of our future
Traced on your back with a finger.
Leaving no mark.
The mountains make the horizon,
The view from your car window,
This is as close as I’ll ever be.
I’ve never got near them.
My finger traces the outline
Of the place that you live
on a road atlas.
Leaving no mark.
Back in your room,
If I don’t leave soon,
We’ll lose sight of where we’re going.
This map is all we’ve got to follow.
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Dislocated Memory
02:34
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Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
Still. Crushed. Beneath.
Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
Dislocated memory, my face on another alien body,
Like in eyelash in the eyeball of history, itch!
Tuned into radio static,
Mindless repetitions played out in
Mindless repetition.
Empty acts of debauchery and fornication.
Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
Still. Crushed. Beneath.
Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
The plague of the dead end condition, trapped but intact.
The odour of lying images, like a rash on your arm, scratch!
Absent recollection, unflinching.
Mindless repetition played out in
Mindless repetition.
Relief in outer body experience.
Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
Still. Crushed. Beneath.
Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
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Capacity
05:44
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Pissed away your intelligence
Not a thought in your head
Never reached your capacity
Seemed so much smarter then
Feels good, so you go with it
So it goes, and you go with it
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Fat & Depressed
03:03
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Pissed away adolescence
got fat and depressed
arrested development
Nothing felt good
Nothing sounded good
Found a way out of myself
I hope you’re impressed
it's not an end in itself
Nothing felt good
Nothing sounded good
Nothing feels good enough
Nothing sounds good enough
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"Almost certainly Belfast's most promising post-punk prospect" - The Thin Air
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