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You missed the heatwave
The Sun is a clock that counts down each day
But not for you, you left us to our fake pink castles
Maybe I should move on (don’t stay in)
Buy new clothes (go join in)
Invest in the future (find a friend)
See how that goes (drink some gin)
But I think I prefer it (you won’t change)
Here in the mud (the world you know)
Waiting for something (unless you can)
To sprout and bud (let her go)
My heart is broken.
We’re all bound for the same place
You just arrived down there first
The planet won’t miss us
I’m joining you under the earth
TV clowns killed at birth,
Businessmen with smug fat smiles.
I dig my hands through the earth.
I’ve tuned into the songs of the dead.
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The fakester genocide
04:05
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My lover lived somewhere over the sea
until the day that she died.
She was wiped out in 2003’s fakester genocide.
I try not to miss her.
She could have been a he.
Trust disappears as the world grows in size
but everything is possible.
My lover lives in a town full of hope
where nobody is miserable
and nobody lies.
Put down your drugs,
close your tired eyes,
fly through the air with the greatest of ease,
there’s a nun in Japan likes the same films as me,
we’re doing lunch today, I’ll be back for tea.
I travel to survive, there is nothing to keep me here
but if every country is basically the same
where does that leave all the glorious escape routes?
I lie about loneliness, try to stay sane
by reaching through cables for something like friendship
or something like love.
What can I do here? I miss you like crazy,
miss the earth’s surface stretched out before me.
I’m in the ocean, my plane has come down,
but there are always rafts, there are always voices:
‘Fakester boy, don’t give up yet. swim for shore, you’re fine.
They can’t kill us off quite so easily. Trust us, she’s alive.
You’ll find her in the unsaid words in sentences,
in the spaces between strangers on trains.
You’ll find her between reels at the cinema.
She’ll love you, keep you safe.'
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The dark ages
03:10
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The dark ages are approaching,
or we’ve been living them for years.
it kind of depends on the state that her heart’s in.
The city centre’s full of people.
it’s been one of those rare days
when it feels like the earth
could be moved if we all shoved hard.
But she knows much better than that,
she knows how much cruelty is wrapped up inside them:
‘They’ll march and they’ll sing and wave flags,
then go home, hurt somebody.
They just came here for the pop songs,
they just came to feel less scared,
and to feel someone else
will take care of the problem.’
But if she decides that, she’ll drown,
and then the dark ages will really have got her.
She might not much care for this town,
but it’s full of children in need of protection.
from men who think money will save us,
from men who would like to enslave us,
from boys with their heads full of bombs
who think God has sent them to take us
back to the dark ages.
She will learn to feel less hopeless
at the lack of maps or torches.
We gave it our best
and i know that she’ll make us proud.
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Andrew Eaton Lewis Scotland, UK
‘Exhilarating… stirringly fresh and smart.’ The Independent
'Adult pop with heart and brains.' The
Guardian.
'Like minimalist classical composers working on adventurous ballads for R.E.M.' The Herald.
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