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The Savage God
03:10
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In empty words
In callous use
You find your enemy
Swallows your energy
The palette drained
Colour of bruise
Infects your memory
Corrupts your chemistry
A vacant plain
Mapped out in full
Defines the territory
Pollutes the history
Unfettered time
Untethered lies
Infect your memory
Corrupt your chemistry
Another film
For mass appeal
Written as comedy
Acted as tragedy
Facile and inept
Promises unkept
Infect your memory
Corrupt your chemistry
Closed off and unused
Mirrored walls, locked room
Reflecting endlessly
Reflecting endlessly
Where is the heresy
Heathen divinity
God in your memories
Corrupts your chemistry
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2. |
In Bells
06:09
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How long have you been mourning now?
Do you even remember why?
Did the night come and call to you?
Did it trick you with stars in its sky?
Were you tired in your heart?
A picture book
A flickering screen
All these crooked poison paths
Drawing you like a moth to a flame
Take my tears and fold them into the sound of bells
And in the night
You feel the weight of it
And in the night
You hear their call again
A hollow little pulse
Pealing outwards into space
Carried on the surface of time
Just like ripples on a lake
Take my tears and fold them into the sound of bells
And in the night
I’ll keep them away from you again
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3. |
We Dance
05:59
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Where you with me
In that dream?
Felt so familiar but not quite what it seemed
Wish I could find a way to play back all those scenes
Memory’s not what it used to be
Faded photographs
I keep in frames
The colour slowly disappearing from the page
The words we spoke
The way we changed
How much of it all remains?
I hold you against me
Again
And feel your heart beat quicken with our steps
Try to forget this moment will pass
Keep us held in our arms
As we dance dance dance
The image breaks and distorts across the screen
A gentle entropy of red, blue, and green
It passes by me
The pictures gone
Is this another moment lost?
But was there something more
Than the light revealed
A sense of recognition
That was kept concealed
And did I see the spark
Of who I used to be
And will I ever see it again
Oh please don’t play back
All those out of focus nights
Keep them away, my love
Keep our arms closed tight
We can connect the dots
Between all our lives
And look for meaning in their scenes
But when I feel your pulse
Beating next to mine
How fragile it all seems
I hold you close against my chest
And feel your breath quicken with our passing steps
Try to forget this moment won’t last
Keep us held in our arms
As we dance
We keep returning
To where we began
And let the music take us onwards once again
Try to remember
This all will pass
And keep you safe inside my arms
As we dance dance dance
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4. |
You & The Night
05:24
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Outstretched with open hand
The fear remains
Collecting to a defensive stance
The pulse rising through your veins
You keep replaying the horror stories
Rewrite them with your name
Whispering nightmares beneath the street lamps
Flicker like moths across your gaze
Do you remember how it felt
To be protected from all this?
To be alone with these thoughts
Is it too much to take?
Did you redraw the maps
To keep out of sight
Will the flowers come open
For you and the night
The stars won’t help you find your way
Through a labyrinth built of names
The course is set
The light will fade
Your walk the path that has been made
The darkness slowly wakens around you
Holding you within its bloom
Tired from hearing the same old story
You turn your back on the moon
Do you remember how it felt
To keep these dreams away?
And now they close in around you
Is it too much to take?
Are the maps obscured
Beneath the names you hide
Will their flowers come open
For you and the night
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5. |
Resurrection Man
05:17
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I think I did it again
Cut a little too deep
But let’s run it out
And see how long we sleep
I think I did it again
Swallowed one too many
But let’s wash it down
And see if things get heavy
Another card from the deck
Another voice on the line
Another picture in my head
Another light behind my eyes
Keep going
Another die is cast
Another dream is sold
Another moment’s passed
Another hand to hold
Another twilight fades
Another loss is felt
Another empty wave
Another cry for help
Keep going - you wanted this
Hooked on the rising sun
Broken beneath its light
Left to repeat your fallacies
Safe in controlled activities
Dirt underneath your nails
Clawing against the sight
Forwards but always stumbling
Caring but somehow smothering
Left to your own devices
Infernal within their loops
Programmed and then neglected
Discarded and resurrected
Working to break the patterns
With only your strength of will
Missing the coping mechanisms
In all of their ravenous pragmatism
A grand house of cards around you
Divining against the storm
But I think the forecast’s troubling
Another crown comes tumbling
Tell me what you want
What you want to say
No time for empty words now
No time to play the game
Don’t burnish your true reflection
Don’t hide how you see yourself
Let’s come to an understanding
Of flesh and blood and nothing else
Collecting around your image
The details all painted black
Keep closing your eyes to it
But it keeps coming back
The fractures of realisation
Embedded within yourself
Still cutting into the body
Of flesh and blood and nothing else
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6. |
Changeling
06:15
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A shadow falls across the room
Your face is turned away
Did I not understand
Things seem so different today
The colours ache
As evening arrives
Falling out of place
In the twilight
Did we lose our way
In the night?
Are we so different today
Or am I?
Did I lose my way
Trying to find the light?
Are things so different today
Or am I?
Is it an echo
from our lost time?
The seasons changing
the colour of my eyes
A makeshift shelter
around our lives
Are we so different today
You and I?
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I’ll burn the candles down and
See what shapes appear
Meditate on what’s perceived
Tallow run in rivers out about my open hands
Slowly forms into a sea
Hiding all that’s underneath
It’s a shallow wave
Cresting over me
But it blocks out all the light
Settle up all my accounts and
Bury them with me
To celebrate what they achieved
Rain down until they blossom out of the decay
A bloom of weeds and credit scores
In the earth like an open sore
And there’s nothing more to say
The price is to be paid
The choices that you made
Carry a weight
They carry a weight
So now it’s time to show your hand
Against another tilting play
Yeah we know the deck is stacked
But they still raise you anyway
And you could try and claw it back
In some version of the game
Delight in all the luck
That never slipped away
Collecting all your hope
Without weighing up your breath
As all your demons gather round
To administrate your death
And you’d hold onto the pain
If you could do it all again
But try and keep your memories straight
And always keep your eyes open
Because wasn’t it enough
Just to try and bear the weight
When they came to call your name
And the light began to fade
With all the paperwork filled out
And all the signatures in pen
And you had wanted to cry out
But you knew there was nothing left
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8. |
Gone
04:36
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You were always here
waiting
for yourself
to arrive
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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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