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Bullets
03:51
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Two hands, two knees
One room chock-full of mysteries
Hard steps, soft feet
Pad-pad-padding down, to where strangers meet
One table, six names, cluster bombs in the naming games
Keen ears, hungry mind, dots to join and clocks to wind
One times six times vanity, room - house - town - infinity
Welcome to the industry of runaway reality
We fly like bullets in a hail storm
Each cry is just a pixel in a waveform
Loose ends all tied up
Trap doors bolted shut
Mood swings supervised
Downtime minimised
Roll the dice, shake the tree, bouncing baby lottery
Run and drive, duck and dive, best play dead to stay alive
Once the curve leapt off the graph, none dared write an epitaph
Treasuries project with glee, green is blue's fake remedy
So bless every slip that could lead to excess
In our time of need
We fly like bullets in a hail storm
Each cry is just a pixel in a waveform
Our light was just a ray of hope back then
But tonight the sky won't darken again
© 2011 - 2022 Tom Berlin
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Picsty
04:02
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My ant-proof gazebo, Joe’s stag night placebo
Flashing boobs, and a cruise through the mall
Fun fireball shooters, carbon-free hamster scooters
And Lou’s latest live lipstick haul…
Pimp your gimp, fry his shrimp, up-close and yours: tap the trigger
“Fuck Off I’m Fat” lands with a splat, footage galore, classrooms snigger
Wish you were here, G-strings and beer, a mystery face has them guessing
My hand, my mug, my room and rug, enough to keep you obsessing
No room for lies when those digital eyes
Go clickety-click, lickety-split, spat out into the picsty
Chopped to byte-size, left to mass-fossilise
Beyond reply, a stranger’s cry
Who has control when no credits roll, who brakes the wheels once in motion
Once there were few to dish up ballyhoo, now theirs is a drop in the ocean
World within grasp as shutter hordes gasp, proof, surely, of one beating heart
Though records may show that, as preferences go, we couldn’t be further apart
No room for lies when those digital eyes
Go clickety-click, lickety-split, spat out into the picsty
Chopped to byte-size, left to mass-fossilise
Beyond reply, a stranger’s cry
© 2011 - 2022 Tom Berlin
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3. |
Paradox
03:44
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Up above my head tonight
The watchful eyes of second sight
I feel their gaze descend on me
Shrug my shoulders helplessly
Turn by turn the web is spun
A bond renewed, a feud undone
Caught in this spell of scattered ink
My life's on hold, until I blink
Pictures of time are floating in space
Of me and mine, of rain and shine
And lines on my face
Of hopes that were some came to pass
To tip their hats at those behind the glass
Or search in vain for signs of shame
A placid stare, a frozen smile
Once given freely, now caught in time's exile
Still have a hold, if truth be told
There's no point hiding
My pupils widen
To welcome home a life once known
Pictures of time are floating in space
Of me and mine, of rain and shine
And lines on my face
Lines on my face . . . are floating in space
Pictures of time are floating in space
Of me and mine, come rain and shine, so
Pictures of time come spinning like clocks
To dazzle me, until I see life's paradox
© 2011 - 2022 Tom Berlin
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4. |
Eye Of Your Needle
05:37
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It's always easy till you try
A poised finger, and seconds linger
The mouse won't bolt till danger's nigh
To trade your sympathy for ice-cold agony
Tell them you care, world beware
Words fall like rain, they sparkle and drain
But the hearts that you stole and hoped to console
Choked to death in the eye of your needle
You hold the glass with shaky hand
A life complete, poured in a heartbeat
And sip by sip you understand
Why life seemed better before you met her
Say that you care, world beware
Words fall like rain, they sparkle then drain
But the hearts that you stole and hoped to console
Never passed through the eye of your needle
A blast of cold air slips inside
Your blood won't heat it till bottle-treated
And when you've nowhere else to hide
You face the naked flame from inside your picture frame
So tell them you care, let the world beware
Words fall like rain, they sparkle and drain
And the hearts that you stole and hoped to control
Never melted the eye of your needle
© 2011 - 2022 Tom Berlin
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5. |
Save Our Soul
04:41
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Aboard for life with fare prepaid
A boundless stretch of blue and jade
And driftwood, gasping in the wake
A box of pins, a fading map
Half-written postcards, lunchtime nap
While outside voices slither by like snakes
Who do you call when your ship goes down
When lines are engaged in Network Town
When cuckoos twitter of kidults in Spain
And nearest is searching for dearest again
A casual peek around the door
Meets endless empty corridor
The lush parade, razor-sharp and shadowless
There’s laughter near and yet so far
Impassioned whispers by the bar
And oozing from above - a hymn, no less:
“Give generously, we’ll do the rest.”
Who do you call when your ship goes down
When lines are engaged in Network Town
When cuckoos twitter of kidults in Spain
And nearest is searching for dearest again
Who do you call...
Where have I been...
Who do you call when your ship goes down
When laughter weeps and wavers drown
Who do you call when you’ve lost the game
Now the coast is clear, it’s time to row again
© 2011 - 2022 Tom Berlin
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6. |
Here To Help
03:45
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Can do, I think
Nudge fudge stink wink
No sweet sweat, cheers mate
Dash bash, must hop, hoo - I'm late
It's alright, I know just what to do
So hang tight, and don't you touch my autocue
Boss man Rod, he likes a laugh
"New face - your rules" he told staff
FILO Trudy chilled at last
And Jack uncorked and Lyn unmasked
Team lunch, smashed bunch, Trudy charms
So Jack recoils into Lyn's arms
Moody Trudy rats the plot
So Rod collects and sacks the lot
It's alright, I know just what to do
So hang tight, and don't you touch my autocue
Bite by bite, I just might get ahead of you
We're your milk and honey
when your world's gone funny
Please check out our menu
We're here to help you help you
Checkouts feast on endless queues
Burping hungry how-are-yous
Helplines milk time with a smile
Waiters hover reptile-style
Night out, big crowd, you alright
Glum face, brave face, watertight
No one better make a fuss
Cause helpless is as helpless does
Oh it's alright, I know just what to do
So hang tight, and don't mess with my autocue
Bite by bite, I just might get ahead of you
We're your milk and honey
when your world's gone funny
Please check out our menu
We're here to help you help you
Cause we're your milk and honey
when your world's gone funny
Please check out our menu
We're here to help you help you
© 2011 - 2022 Tom Berlin
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7. |
Shooting Star
06:19
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You never see it coming
You only see it leave
At journey's end revealed
Rare beauty long concealed
The odds are stacked against it sky-high
An endless swarm of near-hits flies by
Your guardian angel dances on a pin's head
Look up to take your chances, no matter what he said
Outside the cage of certainty
Untied from reason's gravity
A line that no one knew
Now intersects with you
To light up the dark - your tinder, her spark
And all it took was time and place
And night dew on a wondrous face
And clouds that stayed away
Away... Away...
It's nowhere, it's everywhere
A bitter taste in the air
You never saw it coming
But man, you saw it go
Finally, quietly, she left the key
If kindness came in six-packs and laughter grew on trees
Would drinkers get to wield an axe or get down on their knees
A walk between the raindrops, hand in hand and heart to heart
Rarely leads to where the train stops, seems to end before it starts
Hang tight, it's only G-shock
Alright, there's no cigar
Once more around the old rock
To ride your shooting star
And if you get it right
Your incandescent flight
Will feel like a lifetime
And all it took was time and place
And night dew on a wondrous face
And clouds that stayed away
Stay away...
Stay away...
© 2011 - 2022 Tom Berlin
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8. |
Nameless Isle
06:25
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I took a flight today
Where moonlight stroked a stormy sea
And caught, through bridal veils of spray
Way down, the strangest glimpse of me
With liquid laughter to beguile
I paused above this nameless isle
I took the plunge today
To touch down on a midnight shore
And find my long-lost castaway
Where waves cut rock and treetops soar
Faint shadows lead, curled fingers plead
The ground's a-shake with steps I take
Until at last, surrounded, I can see
A hall of mirrors stare at me
Each likeness years could reconcile
Outcasts to haunt this nameless isle
I took a choice today
Up on the hills that time forgot
Above this ghostly résumé
Of might-have-beens that I am not
At crossroad, bridge or junction
I choose
At every business function
I lose
One me bereaved, one life reprieved
Arms open wide, or cast aside
My life or death by dragon's breath
With velvet wings and scaly smile
He rules all fate on Nameless Isle
© 2011 - 2022 Tom Berlin
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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
by A Winged Victory for the Sullen
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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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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