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Clive
04:52
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Your name is Clive
And somehow you’ve survived
With me all these years
Delicious monster
You’re not just alive
Somehow you have thrived
In bedrooms and bathrooms and hallways
You have clung to life
I’m sorry if I’ve been cruel to you
From time to time
It’s only ‘cause I envy your capacity
To entwine
Tied you to a pole
Tried to gain control
But that only kept you in check
For a limited while
Before, once again,
Your lecherous green limbs
Coiled around the shoulders of my
Unsuspecting friends
And I wouldn’t be surprised
If you outlived us all
I can picture you harassing folk
At my funeral
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If I Were A Seagull
04:05
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If I were a seagull, where would I roam?
I’d fly in circles, ‘til I found home
If I were a seal, what would I sing?
l’d sing a ballad to lure you in
If I were a sea-horse, what would I do?
I would have babies, leave them with you
If I were a sperm whale, where would I hide?
I would just dive
If I were a lake, under the sea
I would invite eels into me
They would contort in my briny depths
Coil themselves into a basket of death
If I were a diver, run out of breath
How could I know what options were left
If I were my happiness where would I be
I would be anywhere but here
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Ancient Goldfish
02:53
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Where you going?
You wouldn’t dare leave me
My olive branch
Is a shepherd’s crook
Please like me
Where you going?
I haven’t done nothing
What’ve you done
To my baby?
I’ll gnaw your foundations and fill you with doubt
All that matters to me is who won the last bout
If you give me an inch
I’ll take a mile
And I’d sell my soul
To see your smile
Where you going?
Tell me three times more
I need to know
Why I’m so angry
Don’t hate me
Where you going?
I can’t see the future
And my past just plays peek-a-boo
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4. |
The Magician
03:59
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This place is an open-plan waste land
Without that strange lamb
Stuffy, static and sterile
Without that strange child
A pretty girl told you to lighten up
But she didn’t see the fire that glowed
In the strange, curated corners of your
Administrated soul
And so we go to Mexico
Just like they did, those 60s kids
Just like we jumped off the grid
You said that I was the lover
A traveller, a child, or both
And maybe a little magician
The archetype of office life
And so we go to Glasgow
Just like they did, those twenty-something kids
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Splendid
03:54
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We had a good innings as they say
We had a good vision in those days
Chasing down our moment in the sidelong sun
But when it came, it was a sliding one
We had a good innings as they say
I have a dark picture of you these days
And in the dark we look for things to constellate
When all we can do is scatter our signs and wait
From the south-bound carriage I saw two people scanning
For gold in the fields behind an East Lothian housing estate
And I remember the way that you made even
The most mediocre of motorway service stations
Seem splendid
You said that you were fifty percent pain
Fifty percent rage you can’t explain
But you knew what it was to sit in your car and watch the rain
And feel all these boundless things contained
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6. |
Lovely White Sofa
02:40
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We sit in coffee shops and discuss
The subject of fluff
We speak of our men folk then we give up
She says that she loves him
But at night when he’s sleeping
She dreams of Captain America
We sit in hipster bars and discuss
If we’re poetic enough
We pet our neuroses til they curl up
He says that he loves her
But never does anything for her
That she couldn’t order online
So baby come over
We’ll sit on the sofa
And pull the wool off of
Our eyes
Let’s get blood all over
This lovely white sofa
These old lady loafers
Must die
The guilt will always find you out
Hang above your bed like a nebulous shroud
So you might as well have something
To be guilty about
We sit in coffee shops and discuss
The subject of lust
We speak of our men folk til they give up
We wouldn’t pass the Bechdale test
We haven’t done our homework yet
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Paintbox Ladies
02:51
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Mrs. Blue’s packed her bags, she’s turning her back
On the life in this city, it’s done in five acts
And you know in her shoes you’d stay one last time
But the story’s too stretched now, the thread’s grown too fine
Little Ms. Green has misplaced her heart
She set it down carelessly
One drink too many, the rest, as they say…
In her shoes you’d be a wreck
She's eaten mistakes and she’s written the check
It never seems totally broken
It never goes neatly to plan
Wind it up, wind it up, wind it up tight
Your job is to soak up the fight
The Duchess of Red embarked on a train
A trunk full of memories is her ticket out
She says, "I like bastards and bodies are safe
It's your twisting words that have made me lose faith"
Lady Yellow is drifting, she's thought it all through
These rhythms they cannot be burning for her
But she has a dragon with life in its fire
Together they'll cauterize her inner liar
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8. |
Fractal Pterodactyl
03:36
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What did you do to-day
Well I mostly stared into space
I don’t have no super powers
I’m just a girl who’s wrestling with the hours
If I had dragon-flight
I would surely dominate the skies
I’d slay vampires and take them to bed
Lasers would fire from my eyes
But these fragile capillaries
They rupture and bleed
Bruise and break
And eventually refuse
To cooperate
When she was only a child
They came and told her
You’ll be set aside
Men in white robes, priests in white coats
Nurses with needles and horoscopes
Will she have six-fold strength?
And fight demons by cutting off their heads?
Tell me, doctor, how does this work?
He just looked at her and said…
Some days feel like a fractal
When all I want is my own pterodactyl
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The night upon the common
The plane trees hang their pom-poms
Not death I fear, but in disgrace
Lord save us from this place
If I could ride this tide of entropy
Until my gloriously organised demise
If I could see what the gods had in store for me
I’d be fine
Parakeets shriek from empty trees
Challenging the wind
Rats scatter into the aqueduct
But the crows don’t flinch at my approach
So sit inside your room
Accumulating orgone
If the universe tries to shake you off
Just tell it who’s boss
I jog across the common
Avoiding all the potholes
Not death I fear, but disarray
Not hospices but hospitals
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10. |
The Orchid
06:20
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Sir, your orchid is about to flower
No power on Earth could contain that birth
She lies dormant months on end
Leathery leaves gathering dust
Moss growing in her pot
Until, unbidden comes that thing
Awake or asleep, in winter or spring
That thrusting
Call it art, call it mess
Call it sheer bloody mindedness
Call it inspiration, call it egotism
Call it amphibious urges
Sub-aqueous yearning
Sir, the passion flower is dead
I did it myself, severed every head
But now, inside the family home
Its children are growing ten-fold
Call it art, call it mess
Call it sheer bloody mindedness
Call it narcissism, call it repetition
Call it monotreme urges
As something emerges
Like a bird in a cage
Like a prisoner in a sealed-off cave
Like the beast that hasn’t been fed
It may be weak, but it’s not dead yet
Call it whatever you see fit
The thing is, it’s not dead yet
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Suddenly I'm feeling
Everything I haven't felt
In about a year
And that's good I guess
That's good I guess
‘Cause everything happens for a reason
Or at least there's something to be learned
From every situation
No more crying in the toilets at work
Give me my fucking puppy you bastard
Give me my fucking puppy you bastard
Finish what you started
Finish what you started
Give me my fucking puppy you bastard
Take all the time that you need
It's been a mad, mad week
Take all the time that you need
You've always had a genius for anxiety
Just leave this toilet
Leave this toilet
Leave this toilet
As you would wish to find it
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Storm the Palace Edinburgh, UK
Radge folk pop from Edinburgh
"Taking their cues from modern
classical, left field folk, and stubborn indie songcraft, Storm The Palace vault over genre barriers without looking back."
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Illustration by Faith Eliott
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