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I have to go back there
04:11
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I have to go back there
to before I knew
I thought a world would take me
I felt a fire would fly from me
streets lined in chalk
they don't do that, do they?
truth can't take that from me
it's not investigated fully
enough I have to go back there
I have to get free
book; Poverty Point read;
yes; scales fell
I have to go back there
I have to see the chalk
I have to go back to
where the lines were drawn
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what do you think you found?
take a look down a trench; a world
circle these streets ‘til the world starts to spin
spin the world ‘til I know everything
oh friend it seems the world
cannot be here without you
all of those books work on me
and none of them on you
a slot-blue search, blackened walls
it’s easy to find the way
head uphill and ask until
somebody knows the way
oh friend it seems the world...
oh friend it seems the world
cannot be here without you
I can't see what you see
I don't know how to talk to you
I tried my last recourse
it coughed out empty rooms
there's nothing like your last card
for a chance to force your hand
oh friend it seems the world...
it winks and pukes
grey and thin, I shuffle on
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Canyon world
03:22
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I stumble inside
have tears in my mind
I don't know
this canyon, this gulley, this
this this shadow of a world
I cross the threshold of a café
I think the site
held significance
when it was soot black
I took my first tea here
I thought they might play 'we’re at war'
it was cheap and good
a collective becomes the world
it's not configured as it was
look for the door at the ATM
I can't make sense of the variables
I can't remove the variables
I cannot measure what's past
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Line 100
03:56
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At line 100
I have to remove all variables
Look, I figured
I could remove them
by coming back here
they’re not there
but, it seems
the variable is not time
I say it's precarity, I say
it's not the same
tell me what it’s like
to be here
In this age
I nearly removed every variable
it's like trying to remove
every second of the day
I return to the
radical bookstore
and buy badges
I'm in a street like a canyon
I'm in a bar and I’m not afraid
I'm in a reality I never dared try
because of precarity
I'm in the midst of variables I cannot calculate
I am here
and love it so much
look I can hold these variables
I found a launderette of all things
where every value was the same
was that the purest place?
but apart from a shrug, what did it mean?
stop at line 100
stop
it’s all very old
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6. |
The heart of a city
04:19
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this is the shadow of the world
the heart of the city
the canyon world
I want to see the chalk
I want to see where the lines were drawn
over there I stood alone
I can't see things as they were
I can't see things as they are
and penury's coming
precarity's coming through
I got lost here
I cannot locate where
it was somewhere in the vicinity
it was somewhere in the precarity
yet another lost decade
and the shadow it casts
your antecedent
your own god stood there
I can't see things as they were...
kill the soul of the city
kill the heart of you
bringing it back
to what is true
I don't know how I got
to any of those places
I don't know how I got home
a precarity
no ticket money
in a thin coat
but I had games to help me
I had worlds to hide in
trust me and we can escape from here
I can't see things as they were...
kill the soul of the city...
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7. |
I have to stop
04:22
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I am here
and the depths I feared
I am not there yet
I sit in the bar
and who would talk to me?
look, this is all brand new to me
and who would I want to?
I have nothing to say to you
I have nothing to say
well it might have worked
if nothing made sense
I ask you to tell me
I’m not the world
if I knew what
to stop doing
I would stop it now
all of it
I don’t go often
and I don’t go far
but when I go, I go all in
you were the world outside
now I don’t know how to say it
I would not be me
come to Liverpool
find what you lost
the architecture is beautiful
oh I’m so post-punk
I don’t know anything
look, argot
bricolage
other
revolt into style
whatever that is
do not accept your social ties
tax billionaires
until they scream
a place I’d only dreamed…
a place I’d always dreamed…
oh have you been to canyon world?
we are all pulled down
look, the monks could have written it down
preserved it forever
they could have used a “it tapes tapes”
but they chose to do other
a place I’d only dreamed…
a place I’d always dreamed…
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8. |
Fend
07:32
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how much did I have to drink
to enjoy this bar?
anyone would think
it hasn't moved very far
I visited close to here, bought
Doom II and DOS 6.22, a gate
was where you stand now
(approximate)
it's overwritten
it's not overwritten
there’s an overlay building
like looking through a butterfly’s wing
the door is plate steel
but if we lean against it we can
pass and descend to a red-lit cellar
what do you think we’ll find then?
just across the way he told them
they would have to lower their sights
just before they took the world
you played down there, I think
I hardly went further
it was where
the world stopped rendering
it was where
the world stopped rendering
it's overwritten
it's not overwritten
unpicked threads
tried to close off the meanings
but they multiplied
sometimes it’s like
looking through a butterfly’s eye
the streets and buildings multiply
doors aren’t there
walls aren’t there
sometimes I forced
a little more draw-in
but truth be told, I hardly went further
if you close your eyes for six hours
on a bus and open them
then the world has shifted
but truth be told, I hardly went further
it's overwritten
and overwritten
it’s unwritten
it’s unwritten
it’s underwritten
it’s overwritten
and written
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9. |
The spectre of a city
05:06
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every little thing is set down
on this page
it stabs pins
it stabs pins into the thing
it stabs pins into the thing
that they try to draw in
a major city bookshop
every word on every page
a major city bookshop
they sell caramel
it tries to draw in
look I'm trying to tell you
all time breaks down
there used to be something
without intertextuality
but I was very young
and now it falls into threads
and they’re not
in your hands
look I'm trying to tell you
all space breaks down
she is gone forever
she cannot verify or refute
the simple things
today the sun breaks
through the shadow
and now I can visit
any street I choose
is all drawn in
and the thing is
I never chose
and no matter how bright the colours
no matter how sharp the edges
all time breaks down
and you'll be back there
or somewhere like it
or quite unlike it
and it will get you
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10. |
When is gone
05:51
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my heart is gone
look, I see it
can I tell you what it is?
there's no grounds to do so
the more I see segments of the same
the more I see
it's just segments of the same
my only conclusion
is that I walked
in delusions
different ones
I did force a draw-in
if you’d just tell me
what is a thing
I could lay down now
in all your philosophy
you’re a person of letters
what is a thing?
we could trade lines
of poetry
I couldn’t do that
with anybody
it is all safety
can I tell you what it is?
there's no grounds to do so
I see segments of the same
cinema, several-media
art installations
take-you-outside duration
there's just no grounds to do so
it doesn't matter
if you are sane
I see segments
of the same
there's just no grounds to determine (too many variables)
there's just no grounds to determine
hello
I say
hello
I’m so post-punk
I haven’t seen anything
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