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Lavender
06:05
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A calm grey lake of chemical soaked memories
So delicate they crumble into dust
From the ashen sky to the aching snow
To each according to his needs when needs must
I search for tales of laughter and of medicine
With a glass held up against the wall
Watching as the sky reveals industrial silhouettes
Send me off with an ice pick in my skull
Tear gas holds me like a fool in the floodlights
These lips are sealed
Of gold and gasoline
All you hear is buildings falling down
Down blue scar tissue streams
Cast me out like I'm a skipping stone
No wonder he's been going quietly mad up there
While down here we've been drowning in the heat
Even the grass knows we're here to stay
Buildings falling and I'm shaking like a leaf
Tear gas holds me like a fool in the floodlights
From the farm to the factory
Of gold and gasoline
All you hear is buildings falling down
Down blue scar tissue streams
Cast me out like I'm a skipping stone
Like the lies of Jacob he moves across a distance and is gone
Like the lies of Jacob he moves through fields of lavender
Of gold and gasoline
All you hear is buildings falling down
Down blue scar tissue streams
Cast me out like I'm a skipping stone
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You watch Children of Men
And then you watch it again
It's great, but no it's not fiction
And you read 1984, well
Of course you like to read Orwell
But it was never meant to be a prediction
If you don't screw them they'll do the same to you
Don't be afraid to take everything that's due you
This was meant to be
Take every penny you can
Yeah, don't be ashamed to tap the man
And all of his coffers until they are drained dry
This engine was built to drag you down
The gov is its filthy grabbing hand
Your guv/gov just exists to maintain his privilege
If you don't screw them they'll do the same to you
Don't be afraid to take everything that's due you
This was meant to be
This was meant to be the future
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Down to the River
05:54
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When the signal opens up
I'll go down to the river
When you people kill me
I will try to forgive you
Don't hold the phone
Elephant died for you
Don't hold the phone
Elephant died for you
When the sunrise comes too soon for you
Don't keep those firemen waiting too long, too long, too long
And don't hold the phone too long
I am in the darkroom
Oh Lord cry me a river
Chemical reaction:
Cyan, yellow, magenta
Don't hold the phone
Elephant died for you
Don't hold the phone
Elephant died for you
When the sunrise comes too soon for you
Don't keep those firemen waiting too long, too long, too long
And don't hold the phone too long
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4. |
Positively Deathly
08:37
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When I think of my childhood I'm in boxes
And everything around me fades to black
And now upon the screen on which I focus
Some kindly-looking man is smiling back
And as I think back I begin to wonder
Whether that man on screen was always me
Whether I put myself inside the picture
Am I just what I watch on the TV?
Oh and he's grown so tall and yes he's working hard and he's made us so proud of course he's raised the bar and with his voice so deep oh how he speaks to me of course he's working hard/ly
Put it all together and what do you get?
It looks like some kind of sad statuette
It looks like someone made the bare bones of a man but they're nowhere near finished yet
Relief you feel when you begin to realise
That people are so ready to forget
Is tempered by the fact that they can retain
A general sense of your shady effect
And every life was precious and triumphant
Apart from those we ground into the dirt
And every death was quick and painless
All apart from those that really weren't
Oh and he's grown so tall and yes he's working hard and he's made us so proud of course he's raised the bar and with his voice so deep oh how he speaks to me of course he's working hard/ly
Put it all together and what do you get?
It looks like some kind of sad statuette
It looks like someone made the bare bones of a man but they're nowhere near finished yet
Put it all together and what do you get?
It looks like some kind of sad statuette
It looks like someone made the bare bones of a man but they're nowhere near finished yet
Between the fiction
And self deception
You are who you say
Bit by bit and
Inch by inch you
Give yourself away
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Time, & Again
10:07
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I feel him there in my bones, waiting patiently to unfurl and take me in control.
Sometimes he shows his face, makes me snap and take the bait, and throw off all restraints.
And I can see my fate.
And over and over and over and over, this will mean nothing if I write another.
Another, another, another.
In my skeleton: another cage. Inside my brain another mind guides my thoughts down other paths. Talking through me: another mouth; hardly the most profound. Jumping down your throat, making you scapegoat.
The fruit of this poisonous tree: infinite dark reflections of me, cycling around and coming at you again. Can you feel the history growing impatient to repeat, and rising up from the great black sea inside me?
Forgive me, for this has been not that pleasant a song to sing, but I'll sing it all the same. I'd hoped the apple had fallen far from the tree, but it's rolled back under its sick leaves, and it won't roll back away. Its seeds are rooted in the clay.
And over and over and over and over, this will mean nothing if I write another.
Another, another, another.
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With Stones in His Pockets Canterbury, UK
With Stones in His Pockets is a singer songwriter and multi-instrumentalist from Canterbury. He writes experimental pop and psych-folk, sad, ironical and emotional songs about alienation and injustice. With Stones' second album, 'Missives' was released 21st February, 2023. ... more
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