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The Ships
05:53
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I went down into the ships
Back to where I thought we'd met
Watching over white-capped seas
Hiding from my blackened eyes
Sorrows born of broken lines
Carried on in my regret
Sometimes I forget
Songs would wash away beneath
Drifting on the undertow
Far away from you and me
Hoping they would reach the ears
Of someone to answer our prayers
Just to grant us some relief
On aching beams
Given up to dreams
Won't you carry me down
Into the night
The words so easily fall apart
Beneath the lights
We will wash the open wounds
Water stealing back the blood
From the mouth of the hold
Underneath the hidden stars
The moon withholding its remorse
At waves unfurling their pulse
Against the weight
Of memories washed away
Won't you carry me down
Into the night
The words so easily fall apart
Beneath the lights
Won't you undo the veils
Of my eyes
The water comes to carry me on
Into the night
I went down into the ships
Back to where I thought we'd met
Watching over white-capped seas
Sometimes I forget
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Loop Garou
05:08
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My head is gone my body's in the dirt
My head is gone my body's in the dirt
Consumed by blackened earth
Looking for its worth
My head is gone my body's in the dirt
My head is gone my body's in the dirt
Corrupted and alert
Untethered and overt
Undone in dripping furs
Spit glistening like pearls
The feeling coming now
The voices howling out
My head is gone my body's in the dirt
My head is gone my body's in the dirt
Blood running to the earth
Confusion raining words
Collecting in your hands
Unbidden and ungrasped
Understand you said you understand
Understand you said you understand
Fallen from bloody moon
'Pon skin that bones break through
Burst wings with feathers thick
Weighed heavy with red slick
Called out of calloused moans
Unleashed and uncontrolled
Fire from the axis sparked
Torn light across the dark
In ravaged reverie
Delusion focusing
Crossed thrice and opened up
Jaws fractured round the sun
Snaked tendrils coming on
Woven across spectrums
Conditioning my heart
Conditioning my heart
Disruptive and unclean
Sensed in sense memory
Ground in as lunacy
Ground in as lunacy
I wish that you could see
Wish you could hear the sound
Of the feeling coming now
The voices howling out
Your flesh makes words of you. Your flesh makes words of you. Your flesh makes words of you. Your flesh makes words of you. And I feel her coming through. I feel her coming through. I feel her coming through. I feel her coming through
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Serum
04:40
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Asylum Harbour
06:12
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I think I did this long ago
Set the static on the line
Slowly tuned into the waves
Crystal set up to receive
Muffled words of relief
And what will keep me awake this time?
As I loosen up the binds
And darkness falls to light
Oh, the weight won't hold
Your ships are made of stone
I can't remember the way I came
All the colours washed away
Blindly looking for the stars
The ink pools into my hands
From questions that I never asked
Will they hold me down this time?
As I try to reach the line
And static overcomes my mind
Oh, the weight won't hold
Your ships are made of stone
And your anchors turn to gold
And what will keep me awake this time?
As I loosen up the binds
And darkness falls to light
Oh, the weight won't hold
Your ships are made of stone
And your anchors turn to gold
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Janitor of the Arcades
04:42
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I gave the keys back to Saint Peter
Who tore them from my weary neck
And made my way drunk and defeated
Down the over-polished steps
Filled with sadness of returning
To my place outside the dream
I lifted my bloodshot eyes
And looked over the iron sea.
The blackbirds circled above me
Tearing pieces from their wings
Till feathers and blood fell upon me
To help me claim back all my sins
And unraveling all my desire
I finally accepted my fate
To live out the rest of my days
As janitor of the arcades.
I buried my sorrow at twilight
I raised it again at the dawn
Carrying all my troubles before me
To anchor against the storm
So with fire and silken ribbons
I cast off my regret
And made promises I could not deliver
But knew I would soon forget.
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Breaker
06:15
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The rains came again today
Long hands blocking out the sun
To draw me from my course again
And undo all that I'd done.
Beneath nail and rotting wood
I heard the bells ring from the deep
To pull me down into the waves
That once carried you to me.
the waves are breaking
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Lotus Eaters
03:22
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Closed Circuits Tomar, Portugal
Chris Page is a musician and poet based in Portugal. He makes apocalypse pop for electronics and voice.
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