1. |
Pixelate
03:43
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Suck the sleep from my teeth
Horizon shudder, tremble, sigh
Mattress spasm under me
Watch a new light stain the sky
Walk to the pantry and stand for a day
Stare at labels, plot revenge
Tracing the barcodes, reciting the names
And the names of all their friends
Caroline, quickly now, wind back the tape
Redact every message and scrub every trace
Pixelate
A capital man with his hands held aloft
Welcomes me to my new wife
Martyr a parkbench to tally the cost
Make a cut for every life
Caroline, quickly now, wind back the tape
Redact every message and scrub every trace
Pixelate
Was I the last to see that someone fixed the race?
That there’s no history which cannot be erased?
When I realised, God, you should have seen my face.
When I complain I can smell
The plague and rot
Shove me, grind my nose in it
Whisper, “No babe, you cannot.”
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2. |
Just to Feed
05:46
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Swallow every insult
Pass it through me
Throat tight with the swell of
One more duty
Just to feed
Every bone is porous,
More and more, a symptom of
Some steep decline
Call the workmen t’ward us:
“Build a monument to all the wasted time”
(Just to feed)
At 81,
Is there relief?
Set the gag
Down at my feet
The flight
Of the fat and buzzing, awful fly
Who’s begun to cut it awful fine
With the minutes she has left but
Still she butts against the pane
Start and stop and start again
Too dumb and drunk
To see the shine
Lips greased with the fat of
Former glories
Tongue curled round another
Fucking story
Just to feed
God give me
The will I need
To straight my knees
To move my feet
I saw
The people with their slackened jaws
At your castle built of dung and straw
And the finite hours of women
Still, the house deserves to stand
But not by me, a flame and fan
A tinderbox and willingness to strike
Goodbye
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3. |
Lives Underneath
05:50
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The sweat cools round my collar
As I ride, as I ride
Feel the press of one warm dollar
Fifty-five, at my thigh
I rode like I’d
Pulled off a heist
T’ward skyline bathed in sun
That golden light!
My own Piss Christ
A picture to be hung
Who needs to be reborn?
No need to be reborn
Every fall
Tucked in my sleeve
Each stutter, stall
Lives underneath
I know they call
To shed it all
Leave old scales on the ground
But I will haul
Dead skin, the smaller
makes of me around
No need to be reborn
No need to be reborn
Every fall
Tucked in my sleeve
Each stutter, stall
Lives underneath
Every cost
Tugs on the sleeve
Each game that I lost
Is following me
The ghost trails across the screen
Some slates you can’t wipe clean
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4. |
Cut it Loose
05:38
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Dog leg, miss the turn off, take the avenue
Close teeth round your tongue and hold it there
Pull red through your veins the way you have to do
Static rising, thickening the air
Sit up straight babe, it won’t make no difference
It’s not up to you
Win or lose
Not up to you
Win or lose
(It’s what you wanted
No need to shout
You’ll grow around it
Or cut it out)
You thought that you could choose?
See it through?
I don’t know what makes a rage a holy rage
You and I both know that I don’t care
No flame needs a blessing from a cler¬gyman
To set fire to somebody’s hair
So take the bait babe, it won’t make no difference
It’s not up to you
Win or lose
Not up to you
Win or lose
(It’s what you wanted
No need to shout
You’ll grow around it
Or cut it out)
You thought that you could choose?
You could refuse?
Oh baby, just cut it loose
Wage the good war, set their town to ruin
Tear the bells down from the rafters
Salt the earth and walk away
(They never loved it anyway)
Leave them calling out to you
Your fatal flaw
Was wanting more
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5. |
Cast
05:25
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Cast
Twitch the line
Flash your feathers
Floating by
Swing
From the shoulder
Show me treasure
Catch my eye
Slicker than water
Spill and receive
Give me no quarter
No reprieve
You stood there in your overcoat
The air as thick as thieves
Your pupils big as saucers
Spinning in the sky
Sitting on the breeze
Please, take me
Yours to use
Press
Into me
Bend me over
Set me free
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Yi-Lynn Melbourne, Australia
New EP Foul Water out now.
Musician working on Wurundjeri land. Writing songs about
family, gore and the apocalypse, mostly.
Debut album out now on digital and vinyl. Message for international shipping rates.
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