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Drawing The Line
04:45
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In and out, and overnight my world shrinks
Heart beats proud and never blinks
Words ran out, or did I run from them
Creeping doubt - best play dead again
Out and in right back into the same old me
Genuine, but bound for singularity
Pulled the pin on brazen lies and lifeless eyes
Slipped my skin, but kept my scars as alibies
I'm drawing the line, page by page
I'm giving it time for reason to engage
And up in the clouds floating billboards remind:
"Paradise closed, unless you are blind"
Lost and found like nighthawks in a diner
Bombshell frown, or giggles made of china
It takes all sorts, and one to know one
It's all good sport, so go with the flow, hun
Me and you, sweet, we got everythin clicking
Clock's a-tickin, you're in control, sorry, gotta roll
Next time we'll meet under this rainbow, incognito
I'm drawing the line, page by page
I'm giving it time for reason to engage
Daubed on a wall words that I should have known
"No banging of heads, unless it isn't your own"
Come on, it's time to go home
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2. |
Pipeline
04:14
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No dream like the present, no lie like the past
The veil of obsession, once was tied to a mast
Long grass seems greener, but a cut is much cleaner
And each word sounds much leaner than the last
Kaleidoscope faces, with names I forget
Response calibration, can feel like Russian roulette
Bygone lustre (Gone Gone)
Crowns tomorrow's blockbuster (So long, I will...)
Strangely twisted, sure they've missed it slip the net
Somewhere in space-time I've been sold down the pipeline
Now my pickings are fatter but get lost in the chatter
For my convenience they've enhanced the experience
And when I call it surrender they just smile
No dream like the present, no die left uncast
My map may be shrinking
But the world it shows today seems just as vast
Parked on a server (Here now)
For some future observer (Somehow, I'm more...)
A life in code not taken further than the past
Somewhere in space-time I've been sold down the pipeline
Now my pickings are fatter but get lost in the chatter
Somewhere in space-time I've been spat out the pipeline
Now my words are outspoken and no promise was broken
In their experience I've become quite delirious
And when they call it surrender I just smile
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3. |
Don't Let Go
05:24
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Coming up for air, clouds break
You were always there, on the shore of my life
Been away for weeks, seems like
Locked up with the geeks making noise to fool time
Laughter from afar, lifeline
Ready when you are, pull me back to dry land
Now I can feel the undertow
Day by day safe and sound, so don't let go
Drugs and medicine blind me
But your adrenaline strikes the bell of my heart
Quotes and poems cry glass tears
Look me in the eye when it's time to depart
The temple of my mind is walled in
Who knows what we'll find when we fly right off the chart
Cheating the undertow
Beating odds and even vertigo
It takes two wings to fly, so don't let go
Coming up for air, clouds break
You were always there, on the shore of my life
Laughter from afar, lifeline
Ready when you are, so pull me back to dry land
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4. |
Charity
06:33
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Oh charity - you don't get the best of me
My lethargy starves your vanity
A favour earned, my lesson learned
Way back before my conscience burned
Dark rivers flow day in and out
To feed the sea of human doubt
As floodgates rise, so does the prize for somebody
Sweet charity - I cannot see what you can see
Your destiny lies in a world unknown to me
Where black is white
Where down is up and left is right
Where shadows might
Peel off the ground to join your graceful flight
Dear charity, please be my muse and honeybee
And pledge to me
To compromise my anonymity
My charity wears red by day and rags for tea
Life's fantasy punched harder even than TV
Behind a veil of borrowed grace all dreams derail
No tears for sale, just lonely eyes to gaze into
And hear, when spent words fail
Dark rivers flow day in and out
To feed the sea of human doubt
When thunder calls the torrents rage
To flush the dirt right off the stage
As floodgates rise, so does the prize for somebody
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5. |
Dust
05:24
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The pleasure you take, taboos that you break
Emotions you fake, for your family's sake
The voices you trust concur that you must
And with proof this robust you fall for dust
It's lighter than air yet descends everywhere
To cling and ensnare, to cement layer by layer
Future, present and past, right or wrong
Made to last
Red sky at night - Russian delight
Choppers at dawn - Retribu-Shawn
Comrades in space - race
Home of the brave - face
Murder most foul - a toothless howl
Drug tsars unite - fight
And Y2K plight - right
While scraping rust, you fell for dust
It's a disease you cannot appease
For once ignored then twice the tease
Please please please...
And once released we gladly feast
Until some clown's caged another beast
With news a must, you turn to dust
You turn, you turn, you turn it off
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6. |
Midas Suite
04:30
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Across the line to reach cloud nine, it's heaving this evening
A waspish wash of closet posh that crackle when tackled
Their untold loss of flaking gloss, mere glitter for Twitter
But fun tirades and love grenades
Cut deeper through the ether
How did it start and how will it end
Please text your answer and share with a friend
Because nobody cares without you
Each walk of fame from seats of shame
To diction's crucifiction
As short of breath as fits her dress
Less chipper when words trip her
No smile unturned no ladders burned
Her wisdom's tango system
And first are last as gongs drift past, unsteady already
By shake and twist or nepotist
Doors unbolted, but fate defaulted
From Ulysses to Damocles
A short sharp journey on a cold-railed gurney
It takes a beast to feed the beast
A soul appeased when gawkers feast
Tonight's mignon sticks in her craw
"Garçon, tout de suite, to Midas Suite!"
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7. |
Black Dress
05:41
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Delirious with common sense
Post-furious, no time for cheap amends
Life's essence crammed into an Aldi bag
Hard times, hard rain makes her stronger
Her hair longer
Some days, she needs a hole in her head
To forget what he should have told her instead
She is a heroine, a cyber vamp, a beauty queen
Shapes shift like moods drift on Fluoxetine
Sword of truth or sword of pain
Indecision never raised his game
Some days, she wants a mirror that speaks
Her name, not her age, nor counts her weeks
Brave new world, age-old fear
Those who don't pay the ferryman
May get fleeced at the new frontier
Ever more, never less
Than the cost of that little black dress
Outside - smooth ride; inside - landslide
One slip - unzip, then hide
To him - just skin, worn thin and white
The key for me is referee insight
Good luck, and good night
Brave new world, same old pain
Lock the door, break the chain
Last night's headline: "Mystery!
Drowner saved miraculously.
Icy water, sudden swell...
Unknown hero missing, boy in shock but well."
One day, down in the cold she found her voice
Not her end, but a start on a train of her choice
Brave new world, age-old fears
Those who don't pay the ferryman
May get fleeced when he re-appears
With a grin to repress the allure of that little black dress
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8. |
Z-Shift
06:38
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Hollow and round - gleaming
We'll never be found - dreaming
A way out of here - the in-between
Red and blue for me and you, my dear
Let's ride this machine
Past and future tense
Fast but one-eyed friends
In the cinema of time
Pull the plug again
Taste fresh air when doors open
Hands grope until darkness feels sublime
Faster than fear - now or soon
Freefall's frontier speared by light's harpoon
No looking back - not a thing to be seen
This storm's tirade will pass and fade to black
When stars rush through our machine
Hollow and round - gleaming
We'll never be found - dreaming
Out for lunch, but had a hunch you'd call me
Weightless arrival unknown
City noise drowned by your voice, a symphony
Swept away lightyears from home
Cars collide as pavements slide beneath my feet
Floating on ultramarine
Binary reality is bittersweet
Until kissed to life by the mind machine
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9. |
Limbo in Limbo
04:08
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10. |
Cold War
06:54
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6:15, peel off dream, keep it fresh between the black hours
Bolt on face, cool embrace, eyes to mute, Erase: ALL
Nerves flailing - downscaling sanity
Tell-tale sting - blackmailing vanity
No show, Monsieur Carnot - no laws apply here
From inbound to outbound, it's honest dishonesty
Lords of the background and queens of obliquity
Cold war inside
Heads up, eyes down, dull steps, soft frown
Crunching up the dead hours
The lights are off, curtains drawn, no one's home
But life goes on...
"Excuse me!"
Trading news by telephone, trim that fat but spare the bone
Walls of smoke but no fire
Behind it all, each crystal ball must keep the score, yeah
Mist rolls in, sleepwalking from tea to gin, to mourn
The lost hours
Upstairs at last to rinse off the past, try not to see the enemy
Right there
Deep in its shell the dream won't gel
A sneer too far, a fake hurrah for good intention
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Blue Flux Perth, UK
Free-flowing alternative indie music untroubled by walls or vertigo.
Originally formed
in Wales by Tom Berlin, Blue Flux’s roots now extend from Caledonia to the nearby Continent, with 10 equally diverse albums released to date.
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Blue Flux recommends:
The Undivided Five
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Struggle all you may, but this music WILL pull you in eventually. Little wonder AWVFTS have become many a film director’s secret weapon in recent years. Consume with care! Fav track: Our Lord Debussy
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Rain Before Seven...
by Penguin Cafe
Good to hear Jeffes’ Penguins are still alive and well. Beautifully recorded, their latest work sounds polished yet beguilingly innocent at once. A rare achievement. Fav track: Lamborghini 754
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Like most on the excellent Stereoscenic label, these tracks are subtle yet evocative. But Hilyard also found a way to reach deeper than most which often left me entranced. Fav track: Woodland Hush
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Lovely mix of ambient techno as I would call it. Smooth mellow bass and uptempo beats. Revolving back to downtempo. All in all, an easy listening blend of styles and rythms
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Machine Music 2
by Machine Records
supported by 19 fans who also own “Don't Let Go Again”
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Ross J. Farrar of Ceremony creates dubby outside punk evoking the minimalism of Young Marble Giants on his second solo record.
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