1. |
Tyne
04:00
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The football derby last week
Ended with a stain of dried blood
A reminder
That a young man died
It's funny that a boy who
Used to look so sweet can get so
Ugly when
You stomp out his teeth
His mother says she'll
Jump off the Tyne Bridge
If it's true what she was told last night
And his brother
Swears at god and
Team sports of any kind
Oh how the mackem boys could run
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2. |
Oakland
04:51
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In the gallery
I have left ambitions
Dreams of recognition
But I've designed a master plan
One final cue
Hanging passes as performance art
Accessible yet avant-garde
Reviews will be difficult to top
I'll finally have a name
Now you’re twice the age you were
At the middle of your life
Oakland welcomes you
With music and with red wine
But Oakland always tells
lies
Kiss me when you can
Oakland
Kiss me now that you’re young.
Oh, you’re so young
Kiss me, when you can.
Oakland.
Kiss me, you’re young
You’re so young
Kiss me on the beach, in the gallery,
In your trendy cafés
Kiss me at the bay
Kiss me on the beach, in the gallery,
In the middle town
Kiss me good bye
Kiss me on the beach, in the gallery,
In your trendy cafés
Kiss me at the bay
Kiss me on the beach,
Now that you can – Oakland
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3. |
Iceberg
04:40
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I am an iceberg
Watch me as I exhale
Liquid
Big mouth, you're nothing
Sweet tongue, sweet cheeks
Sweet nothing
And as he simply can't be asked anything at all
I'll pierce a hole just where it hurts
His intellect
Borders, nations
Growth and victims
Rape and social
Darwinism
I am an iceberg
Watch me as I exhale
Liquid
We'll drown your lifework
In the fountain
Outside the University of Edinburgh
Outside the University of Aberdeen
I'm alone again
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4. |
Sarah's Dead
01:29
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God is gone, I know he is but
You know this does not mean he was ever really here
Sarah's dead, I know she is but
How does this mean she still exists, oh please be rational now
No, my lord, a story has
No beginning or end, you are redundant here
No, no, no, father, a story has
No beginning or end, you are redundant here
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5. |
Figurine
04:23
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I was puzzled to discover
Fat pigs at the super markets
Rarely dwell in plastic packing or in tins
Still carcasses but with impeccable skin
Liberty has once deceived us
Whenever it's here to free us
It is blind to everyone but wealthy swine
Who wish to drive their cars and fuck their wives
And I'm prepared to offer
The guillotine for strict routine
Figurine, figurine, figurine
The crime lies in your self-esteem
Figurine, figurine, figurine
To fierce steel,
Clay yields
Lately I've been in the sightline
Of illumination's cold eyes
But I've learnt that it's not hard to change your views
Especially when you care for the truth
Lately I've been in the sightline
Of illumination's cold eyes
But I've learnt that it's not hard to change your mind
Especially when you're human
And especially when you're fair and when you're kind
No, my father's race
Will have to earn my face
Lately I've been in the sightline of illumination's cold eyes, enshrined
For every man two shackled hands
For every child an unsoiled mind
An unsoiled
An unsoiled
An unsoiled mind
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6. |
Hard Patterns
04:18
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I've been touched by many men
And I truly take offence
At words expressed by poets
And deluded pens
Are you down tonight
I've met girls with power
And I truly take offence
At our endorsing thinkers
Who claim skin matters
I have seen myself too many times
For me not to take offence
It seems I am the only one
With integrity
It's a foul stench of distrust
As I have sold my-self cheaply
What you welcome is a beating
By what you always have looked down upon
I would love to but I can’t
Patterns hard as rock appear
And I truly take offence
At our romanticising
Of this pounding flesh
In the wetlands where I found myself
I did truly take offence
At peoples' glorifying
What we call human
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7. |
Locas Liebt
04:24
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Happiness is a dead thief, you say
Listening to your sweet voice, I nod
Haven’t killed before but I’ll do anything for you
This island’s sake is yours and I promise it my fingertips
Haven’t killed before but I’ll do anything for you
I know this is war I understand
Understand, oh how could I not
Understand every word you say
I’ll raise my fist for love and
For Rory O’Connor
You whisper
Locas, pay off your debts and when you come back
You may bring anything but the union jack
I’m a hun
An intruder, you say
Listening to your sweet voice
I nod
Here it goes
The church on Shankill Road stands bare
So here it goes
There’s a young girl here who
Looks me in the eye and I…
I think about you my love
And she dies
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8. |
Interlude
01:17
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9. |
By Nietzsche's Grave
04:05
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The great hunter is dead...
I drape his grave in warm floral curtains...
Kissing the cold stone, I say:
Elusive I sit on your grave
A ridicule – fairer than you had imagined
Peculiar father!
Your children will not disappoint,
They're walking the earth with god steps
No really... here is my place,
My father's tumble-down grave...
Gods – do forever guard this place.
(Where am I?)
We will never disappoint you
We’ve got nothing else to cling to
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