1. |
The Supercollider
04:23
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2. |
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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3. |
Ascender
04:47
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I'll wear your burden of proof
Dots, dashes and pin-stripe suit
Strung out on diode blinkers
Electronic confidence tricksters
White rabbit pulled from your timeline
Air pockets in your mainline
Prestiging recognition
Compulsion to ascension
Run ragged on the flicker
To take note of your position
From misremembered functions
Are you sure it really happened?
Reflecting your opinion
Are you sure that you remember?
Compulsive recognition
Come martyr or ascender
Rise up Rise up
This is a way
Scrying angels on bricked iPhones
To hack corrupted networks
From blind, promiscuous trackers
Of sovereign death receptors
Come with your apocalypse software
Come with revelation hardware
Come with speech in jagged verses
Come with all your forked-tongued curses
Holding your beliefs and sorrows
Dressed in long-forgotten tomorrows
Desperate to create rememberance
From sandcastles in an hourglass
And my hands contort around it
Trying to capture shadows
Dream-catching for surrender
Come martyr or ascender
And rise up
Rise up Rise up
This is a way
I remember your skin
I remember your scent
I remember your touch
I remember our bed
I remember the sun
I remember the heat
I remember the air
I remember the street
I remember the stars
I remember the wine
I remember the room
I remember the night
I remember the moon
I remember the birds
I remember the sounds
I remember the words
I remember the time
I remember the path
I remember the rose
I remembered to dance
I remember your name
I remember my own
I remember the way
I remembered to go
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4. |
Sirens (Remaster)
05:52
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5. |
The Willow Tree
04:33
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I wouldn't turn your back on this yet
Don't fall into regret
I wouldn't let them use you again
Come down to me instead
Out of the light and into my arms
I'll sing to you unharmed
Out of the lights and their mayfly charms
Come shelter from the stars
Is it enough?
Will I remember this?
Is it enough?
Oh, let me catch my breath
Follow the path where the echoes play
Follow the voice that calls your name
Was it enough?
I don't remember it
Was it enough?
Oh, please don't let me forget
Follow the path where the echoes play
Follow the voice that calls your name
Hiding by the willow tree
There in the darkness calling to me
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6. |
Cure For Pain
03:11
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7. |
Cain
04:43
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Are you looking for a killer?
Are you looking for a way?
Do you need some words of blessing?
Do you need a hand to take?
Did they come for you in darkness?
Did they find you with the night?
Were you looking for an answer?
Were you looking for the light?
Did they leave their weight upon you?
Does it hang around your neck?
Did you try to make peace with it?
Did you try then to forget?
Can you visualise an image?
Can you formulate the pain?
Does it hold its arms around you?
Does it call for you by name?
Do you need to understand them?
Do you need some kind of truth?
Do the pictures keep repeating?
Are you stuck inside their loop?
Have you found the tools to change this?
Have you found the words to speak?
Was it ever your decision?
Was it ever anything?
Were you looking for an answer?
Were you looking for the light?
Did they come for you in darkness?
Did they find you with the night?
Do you need some words of blessing?
Do you need a hand to take?
Are you looking for a killer?
Are you looking for a way?
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8. |
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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9. |
Rex (Remaster)
06:42
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10. |
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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Closed Circuits Tomar, Portugal
Chris Page is a musician and poet based in Portugal. He makes apocalypse pop for electronics and voice.
theeclosedcircuits@gmail.com for contact
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