1. |
On Blinding Larks
03:28
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their melody sips
from cracks in the pavement
virulent poison
primal and long
like my poor blind birds
I will never see the sun
no morning
for the sight I've undone
only choruses for midnight
and memories of mornings past
one was of sorrow
shaken with anger
one was a sweet trill
with measures of light
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2. |
Cocoon
03:17
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in a cask where I am constant
hidden article of hurt
like a hapless plane descending
like a flower without dirt
what will I be
if you return me
if the parched heart
stutters to motion
will your new tongue
clap in my head like a bell
a clamour of secrets
under gauze and under the rapids
under covers sick with attention
slowly sinking far
from the setting sun
and for no one
changeling -- I am caught in a blur
in only your view
my bleakest transition
powerful sleep
what a powerful sleep
this must be
come to me oh come to me
I feel you only
as something remembered
distant and ended and
pulled in my path through a fog
and
what would I be
if you return to me
freed of pigment
free of sensation
will you leave me
dreams of the cold cocoon
under skin and under construction
will I work with my hands
with a wonder
never certain
that you have left at all
but what does it matter
if I am distorted here
I have you to compose me
I have you to replace my fear
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3. |
Affliction
03:28
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Whatever you are
I acknowledge your shade is moving
Potent and cool
Maybe empty
For where there were mars
Now the summer hides uneasy
And whatever you are
Made it so
Dim lights unbury you
Broken words and crumbling stone
Softly loom the night affliction
From a blackened benediction
From the thickening darkness
Soundless
Tyrant-eyed / rejecting light
An uneven crawl of hunger - slow steps of neglected dances
Unremitting flower of shadow
You have called to me in slumber
Stole out from your quiet collection
Latched your veins about my stupor
Dim lights uncover you
Broken words and crumbling stone
Cautious is your circulation
Toxic flux of cruel intention
Whatever you are I acknowledge your sight expanding
And somewhere in the room you are breathing
For where I was lost only you could fill my vision
And whatever you are made it cold
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4. |
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On a mattress of salt
On a sea of wounds
And only my arms for oars
White-knuckle dream ride
Cling on for dear life
Fare thee well my black-hole bride
My mirage cocoon of horses sail into the sky
It's so strange
What life looks like
When you're falling
Falling
Falling through the cracks
Is there anyone there
On the other side?
Do they know who you are?
Can they bring you back?
And in my deepest darkest dreams
The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing
In the heart of my brain
There's something coming
And it will never leave you behind
Itís pulling you and tugging you
Til the light goes out in your eyes
When fate hangs you out
You out to dry
When you're finally coming apart
Then you'll start to know why
And in my deepest darkest dreams
The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing
In the heart of my brain
On a mattress of salt
On a sea of wounds
And only my arms for oars
White-knuckle dream ride
Cling on for dear life
Fare thee well my black-hole bride
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5. |
The Lazarus Cord
05:57
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Wading gapers lash & mow
And in flicking pitch
They call from the bottom
Restless arms
Stretching-out
Blindly bat at the scent of the surface
Where a nodding forest draws
Sweet airs from the sky
To weep down upon them
Beneath the crust
Skin like chalk
Features eroded & cracked hulls breaking-up
A sigh
That flies straight like an arrow
To bury itself beyond these halls of mould
Reprieve
Rise a bolt from the strong will
Another clambers onto the Lazarus cord
A line like dried skin, pearl & taught
Hangs through the barbs and lips of the shadow
Pressed by wide thirsty eyes
Wet with failure and wild with devotion
At its base a brawl of souls
Scrambled structures, flapping and broken
Fallen high from the cord
Dashed apart on the shards of their fathers
Alone upon that ivory line
A figure climbs the rope from the rotten heap
Back to life
Out of death
Watched by ancient, toothless and open mouths
Bawling out their crimes to the shadow
Elemental, hoarse and forgotten
Beneath the crust
Skin like chalk
Features eroded and cracked hulls breaking-up
A sigh
That flies straight like an arrow
To bury itself beyond these halls of mould
Reprieve
Rise a bolt from the strong will
Another clambers onto the Lazarus cord
And the rope reclaims a soul
To its weave of sinews
Enervating, the dust on their dry fingers
In a slow-formed intimated cascade
Curling smokres step across and, embracing
Like hunting nerves they scavenge for reason
On the Lazarus Cord
And the rope reclaims a soul
To its weave of sinews
Blind husks cling to the cord
leveled, their gaze at the roots and the damp soil,lined soft with light gossamer
Beheld from the catacomb by piercing black diamonds
A glazed and gelid ether
As waters over
Waxen features
Their eyes a glass
In granite seizure
But it's all that matters - It's all that matters now
On the Lazarus Cord
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6. |
Brass Dogs
07:49
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Street lamps stoop and kiss the street
Cover their eyes in the blazing heat
Turn the night against the sky
Fold it through the moon
The light slides down the reptile tiles
And gently lie
Run you through the streets of night
Run from the sound of laughing
Knock you out and hold you down
I hear brass dogs barking
Break your head against the wall
Strike the night it's blinding
The stars are sharp the moon rotates
It doesn't glide it's grinding
I've wasted time within your mind
Time that I came clean
Show this stallion city buck
And trample my subversion dream
What's it like to shout your name
Ten thousand voices asking?
I try to speak it but I hear
The brass dogs barking near
Down around the back
Stand up pushed down
Backs against the wall
Pushed over pulled back
In the alley taken behind
Like a puck on your back
That turns as you turn
Turning with you
Like an imp on your back
That titters as you turn
Worming into you
Trample city flay your hooves
Call us home
Our city, our city, our city
Our city breeds a twisted creed
Crepuscular creatures seethe
Try to sleep then just be silent
Coast the edge of dreams
I'll curl around you but I hear
The brass dogs barking near
I'll curl around you but I hear
The brass dogs barking near
Trample city flay your hooves
Call us home
Our city, our city, our city
Down around the back
Stand up pushed down
Backs against the wall
Pushed over pulled back
In the alley taken behind
Like a puck on your back
That turns as you turn
Turning with you
Like an imp on your back
That titters as you turn
Worming into you
Tin cans skitter the ground
Mimic the sound
Of brass dogs barking
The brass dogs are barking...
The brass dogs are barking...
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Code UK
Fundamentally thoughtful and intrepid CODE have been burning their own low path since the 2002 inception (London, England). Through the brittle avant-garde of Nouveau Gloaming (2005), the Spellemann-nominated Resplendent Grotesque (2009), the mad theatre of Augur Nox (2013) and the bleak, anaesthetic wash of MUT (2015) CODE has carved-out a stark new shape in modern music. ... more
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