2235 pt​.​one

by tues.

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1.
Facepaint (feat. Tzusan) 02:46
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Darkness fell upon the summer of love Packed the acid in our hand luggage jumped on the bus Ran dusty from the fields dodging molehill molehill molehill Mud spells a thunderous fuck There was subtelty and safety in the facepaint We were knee deep in damp bog cotton when the rains came Spitting on our hands in the rave tryina drown out the humming of the mainframe But shame stains And darkness fell upon the summer of love There were calendars on flagpoles and bills stamped red like they bled said can you fuck run with a crutch Aren’t your daydreams wondrous enough? (Tzusan) The sun rose before morning on an Autumn day Automated traffic lights, roadblock, hemisphere Struggling to co-ordinate over nothing important Counting mountain, mountain, mountain across Morcombe Bay Let's stay out in the orchard late and split the moon open for the yolk inside the centre, let it fill the room What am I a running joke? This is not a Mills & Boon Tell me how you wound up shooting smack from off that silver spoon Nae credit or I'd call back No new material, just playing off the callbacks Lady wearing all black, lately tall orders been firing out the printer like crazy now they're all stacked This auld hat, New Era with the sticker on Said I wouldn't drink with you; yeah let's get a little one Yeah let's get a civil one, I'm puzzled enough What a shame those daydreams have to come with a crutch.
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Hill 02:04
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Looky looky laddie Four lagers deep Stone pomegranate broke half your teeth Intercity taking notes that’s a thief Black hoodie aye wear that Buried in the road map red-penning bear traps Fucking fair cop fair weather stay stared at Tuck the mucky trackies in the socks pair air max Intermittently beware lads At the half pipe waving like Dogs never wear masks Meal deal flex late lunch cheap sushi It’s evil on the bike mate stunt stay spooky Cunts take the plunge scale Fugi Signal with your thumbs, great, Gucci Scoop grease only some chips Young crisp sunkissed Low slung drum kit solo for the grunge kids Drugs took em, took umbridge Truly fed the cuckoos Truly fled the nest stole twigs by the twelve hundred Prepped the beach shelter Pina colada for each the seventeen helpers Deep rum barrel all mucky all limbs all Nelson it’s some protein Sock strain the Codeine Balcony like Long live the Snow Queen Quick march, maintain the smokescreen Plenty far gone missing fourteen, etnies and hash I’m in the crows nest if anyone asks.
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Two Sudden 02:33
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It’s all deep colours and I’m torchlit Til the mask meant procession I never saw the straw strop scimitar and strip Still daisies on the forklift Chained Found the clearing Got led dead doggy in drag Spot the hunchback, laugh Spot the hunchback Havana fae the gourd still sting Swallow some back Mopping the ouch Busy digging out the thumb tac Chained -Chain smoking with Leo I scooped another handful of soil to sort beetles- All rabbit in the cauldron Did the dinner problem Fashioned all my ladles from the bone of kills Where the woods meet the marsh peddle chlorophyll Headstand and still lead the ritual Chained -chain smoking with Leo I chewed another mouthful of sand avoid people- — ropes all fray in the dead of night Strong for the dance it’s electrolytes Draw pencil stripes, zebra-like With a seventh slice of that tennents life Dead deer it’s a cheap burrito Dead here so we feast on people Whoops, wrong way Tongues in the air in the woods aye good for the entrée Enchanté Charcoal fingernails on the walkway paint dawn grey same brick as the dungeon Hat, scarf, choke, thunder Same old late winter in London Stick on the hip for a truncheon Flayed skin on the side flesh off white sweat its brunch and I’m onion Too sudden Do suhin Chew grubs and exhume two puffins Rucksack fulla fucksake and some jam jars never trust waste But don’t drink from the rust lake Get quick on the uptake There’s a small pouch on your camo shorts still travel north but you love cake Pledge all to the duct tape titles of the bleakest Ben Wheatley films stick and poked into my insoles.
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Skin 02:49
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Why so plain? Keep both bikes inside and dry cos I don’t like the rain They should signpost drains If you know why they don’t I’d like to try come pick your brain My lungs have started sounding like a door Squeak, it’s an old door Beached on the foreshore It’s easy til I smoke more Pay some tax I’m going deep into the engine room to nap Spit down I’ll bring a souvenir of seaweed if I'm back And the first breath daily’s a gasp pick the burden up and savour it’s mass It’s such an odd, sorry Sunday with the blood and with the Cajun tapas I didn’t escape and found the shape of at last Busy with the sparklers guy fawkes scream nightly by bins Splash, show off my shiny nice fins they’re like skin quite thin My lungs have started sounding like a hinge Screech, it’s a wet hinge Speak never said things Geese brought the fledglings on holiday Saw them wander with my chocolate cake Kinda envied life done the proper way Hopscotched the motto maze And the monster made nosh from my socks today Stank beautiful and waltzed in the afternoon at lochs under pallid moons blotto at the water with the otter and the sad bassoon cough back the fumes.

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released February 21, 2023

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