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Soil / Displacement
02:51
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In these suits that we were born in
We punch breathing holes in swimming lungs
You fish out the failures of your fun-fair leaving town again and then
I’ll drag the lake for my long lost tongue
Then cut the meat from your soil
Salted for so long
Get back, Get back, Get back
To where you once belonged
To pass peaceful… (Get back Jojo)
Sell the sand that you standing on and
Swim with the the lies that live in your ocean
Lose sight of all the shiny things that used to make you move
Just to focus on the duller things that still do
We’ll clean your the ash from our eyes
And force a smile
Get back, Get back, Get back
To where you once belonged
To pass peaceful
To peacefully pass
Into a nothingness
To pass peaceful… (get back Loretta)
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2. |
Eyeball Blood Sugar
02:47
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The sky spat sugar
All over the schoolyard
We baked in oven
But still tasted like nothing
Its like the light of a fire
That never radiates any warmth
A loose lipped illusion
Of something that was never meant to form
Yet manifests all the time
Eating light
Stitched lips and blind
We burst every blister
Told every joke that we had
Last call existers
Trying not to get sad
Its like the sent of a garden
That never blooms until you look away
A rot within your meat
To kill the most perfect of days
The only of its kind
Eating light
Stitched lips and blind
Spill, from the fountain we drink our fill
Until the curse of confusion kills
This hoard of unhealthy hearts
I keep a hold of this one
For now, I keep my eye on this one
For now, I cut my eyeball open
For now, I bleed a sick sweetness all over all thats left of this one
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3. |
Hunter Gatherer
02:48
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Hand me down sweet nothings for tomorrow’s sons
Catch a cold, now its everyone’s
In a parking lot running in place
Asphalt fields fall away
You know we’re gonna starve
In this stand still suicide
You know we’re gonna starve, if we stay where we are
If we stay where we are we’re all gonna starve
We’ve been eating ourselves
In the shadows of a supermarket
On sale and rotting
Slowly eating ourselves
In some kind of lovers’ pact
Remember that when they call our names aloud.
This stink of sorrow can’t hang around for long
But the joy we borrowed can’t be paid back til its gone
You know we’re gonna starve
In this stand still suicide
You know we’re gonna starve, if we stay where we are
If we stay where we are we’re all gonna starve
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4. |
Love, Like a Leech
03:36
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I saw them swim, they were hunting in hallways
Hell had no name but it was chasing us always
We wade through the water, sideways in our skin
Heads above the filth that our bodies are forced to live in
Like love, like a leech, like a worm
It works it’s way within and sits in my marrow
All flesh and teeth, a kiss for the keeper of the gallows
In the silence of spring we decompose in the soil
A feast for your roots to grow, then fruit, then spoil
Like love, like a leech, like a worm
Like a hole that is yet to be.
I saw you swim upside down in a high tide
Your eyelids are liars, your eye balls are like sunlight
That settles in the hollow of my skull like a seed
Your hand in mine, or at least where my hand should be
Like love, like a leech, like a worm
Like a hole that is yet to be.
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5. |
Bloodbag Facelift
04:04
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A coward crawling inside of us
It cuts and divides us up into the points of a compass
A magnetic needle points us north again
Pulling on tongues tied to teeth in the skulls of dead men
All buildings are made of sand,
Parasites dreaming of a host they once had
Leaving can't have been that bad
Infinite cutting into a finite skin
Sticking and leaving the razors where they've been
A new face to live in
And it's obviously hideous
Its obviously a violence that made this
Afterbirth of bitterness
Stuck in the teeth of of a species chewing on an earth
And I eat myself
A self-defeating animal abound...
And it's obviously hideous
Its obviously a violence that made this
Afterbirth of bitterness
Stuck in the teeth of of a species chewing on an earth
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6. |
Help Me Dig
03:07
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Is it water on the knee?
My eyeballs are leaking and I don’t know why
No wisdom teeth
An open casket buffet, a sneeze guard lie
Riding on the undertakers coat-tales
I hold tight
This is what all you can eat defeat tastes like
So if you wanna go down, help me dig
If you feels like you’re breaking, why not try to bend?
Victory gin
An elbow to the large intestine money maker
That we’re swimming in
The faecal matter finally meets its maker
And rolling in it only makes you cleaner
This holy hatred
Wash me in the weight of what makes me meaner
And if this is the product, one could ask could we have not done better?
If it feels like it’s falling apart, why try to hold it together
If it feels like we’re breaking, why try to bend?
If you wanna go down, help me dig
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Rudolf Kloos
02:32
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I've been seeing dead things coming alive
A nightshift, necromancing captain dries his eyes
We've been wetting our lips, and pissing lies
Lying on a lawn made from the beard of a dead beast christ
How do I know it’s right, man?
How do I know I'm wrong?
To trust those fading shadows of
A party, you crashed into the sun
Battered up, old livers and lungs
Saddled up for another run
Pick me up, walk me home
I can be your ID, I can be your ego
How do I know you’re right, man?
How the fuck do I know I’m wrong?
To ask those fading shadows
For answers long gone
How can you ever know a war is won?
How can you ever know a war is done?
How can you ever know a war is won?
What can you ever be sure of?
Is it a blood moon waxing on?
Or a black hole hunting us?
Or just the beginning of the bleaching of
The colour of the sun?
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8. |
Bathtub Marinade
05:00
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I was sleeping on a meadow made of mould
I took the staircase down,
To where the forest will let you in
And said “hey, you’re not here,
and here it comes”
So come alone
And tell…
No one knows how long
How long it held you down
until you drowned,
While swimming in a song you sang to soon while fishing for a moon
That isn’t real
But really what did you expect?
To see the edge?
For it to be perfect?
A self-cannibal soaking in a marinade of time
You ripen as you sharpen the knife
“This is the best party that I was never invited to”
This is an anchor to pull on the things we don’t want weighing on our skulls.
So take what you can, cos we’re all infants waiting to be reborn, and bored
So come alone
And tell me
Tell me know
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A spinal staircase unworthy of
The septic sunset that fills its skull
With shadows growing long
Obscuring the way home
As the poorest among us
Pull on a compass
And our fool’s truth folds in on itself
As our sigh of relief
Breaks upon the beach
As our bath water babies cry for nothing
A viral voice at the centre of
Every choice, a velvet glove
Finds fine, young shiny cells
Bidding foul-mouthed friends farewell
While love as a finite resource
Rides a dying dark horse
Pulls a knife from its side
And kills
Our collective sigh of relief
As it breaks upon the beach
While the bandaids on our cancers cure nothing….
Fingers in the soil
Crawl upon me
A sweetness from the vine
Now rots within the teeth of
The ghosts of gardens gone
That live again one last time
A silent spring of mine
After the loudest winter wasted on…
A teacup survives the storm
Inside itself
All the while
Safe in a harbour that looks a lot like hell
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10. |
Slow Bleed
07:45
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A tangle of roots run right through every decision
To punch breathing holes in hands now ripe for amputation, here
Where the weather knows us better than we know the weather
Where somethings died in my blood stream
Yet keeps swimming against me
An enemy for which I’m now forced to grieve
The heart feeds on every loved one that sits within her
Peel back a faith, expose a slow bleed, the smell of sulphur
Hello confusion, hello old friend, selling
Hell on this version of earth that hasn’t always been cursed
With such dissonance, pestilence, diffidence, ruin
An ever-present itch on which our fingernails feed
I am the housekeeper of my own homesickness
A spoonful of sorrow in the soil helps the old medicine hurt less
Never turn your back on an outgoing tide of
What started out as a simple slow bleed
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Freddy Fudd Pucker Berlin, Germany
Freddy Fudd Pucker is a one-boy-band with ethos firmly rooted in DIY.
Although originally from Aotearoa, Freddy lives in Berlin.
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