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The Cotton Optic
05:25
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Brittle air for blue lungs
Shuttle fare for radiant tongues
Untie your sleeping sores to wake up scratching
Rejecting deathreign in a moment of bewilderment
REDEEM REDEEM
DEMAND DEMAND
CONTORT CONTORT
REALITY REALITY
Basement and backyard skymachine bleachers
A corroded drone is all that is left
Abate my eyes with bear traps and snares
The fear pounds in your chest
Like claustrophobic demons
Brittle air for blue lungs
Shuttle fare for radiant tongues
Untie your sleeping sores to wake up scratching
Rejecting deathreign in a moment of bewilderment
And the fear pounds in your chest like claustrophobic demons
The mummified trauma of daylight delusions
Dilapidated posture dazzled by filth
Baking soda smile - Jackknife in the passenger seat
Sit back and watch retired ambitions croak
Fascination is wearing thin
Hag-ridden abscessed teeth of hope
The wrecking ball toll of crushed coal dreams
Decoding the pearls in the whirlwind
Disposable antidotes as fragmental cutthroats
These plastic superhero suits are starting to choke
CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE
REDEEM REDEEM
DEMAND DEMAND
CONTORT CONTORT
REALITY REALITY
It hits like a kick in the gut
Smashed through the floor
To find (out) what I was looking for
Rusty brain matter floating in rainwater
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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
It’s 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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3. |
Becoming Host
03:41
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(Their wings block out the sunlight from my sky)
In shifting I watch the flies gather over this picture like a sheath / Wrap their lips around its secret and deceit
Suck the light from my eyes and burrow beneath my skin / And when it called I let it in
Swallow your soul and cut a hole right into you / They shudder and shake and cut a road
A body that lay like a stone stargazing now / shivers with life of its own
Make me a host / Make me a palace, parasite / Pull out the walls of my world
And build me anew / Build me from your antipathy / Shameless, complete and unfurled
A most becoming host / There's no pain here - a strange salvation to find
All confusion is simply traffic on these wires / Only hunger like a furnace
Only longing in the chaos / Gaps that burn with contemplation
Blister and split with a new infectious greed / A most becoming host
*Swallow your soul / and cut a hole right into you / They shudder and shake and cut a road
A body that lay like a stone stargazing now / shivers with life of its own
Make me a host / Make me a palace parasite / Pull out the walls of my world
And build me anew / Build me from your antipathy / Shameless, complete and unfurled
(*Their wings block out the sunlight from my sky)
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4. |
Glimlight Tourist
05:04
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Swallows of sulphur, Swallows of Sanctuary's hope
In misted trains arranged
Spores in suspended rain
Course under spells
On predator wings
Blank invocations, Hollow and mute control
Binding the ruptures, Wringing the features strange
How will I mould you? How will I fill your eyes?
Slithers in silver or chiseled from pyrite and lime?
In misted trains arranged
Spores in suspended rain
Course under spells
On predator wings
Paradigm sweepers, Obsidian minds
Scanning the starlight for signs
Hues of dementia blur at their sides
And the boundaries of energy fray and decline
Their strange eyes shine
Fused to another
Palms raised to goad
Wisdom from ether
They form holes between worlds
That I follow with an eagerness
Down the dark slides and passages
Into gloom
Where wide, white pools of reflection
embrocate and charge their bones
Bleach out my memories back to the core
Where knowledge is energy
And magick is a cannibal, animal fire
Reign in the spores
Spoils of my soul
Adhered to worlds below
They form holes between worlds...
Conjure my others under my features
Doused in the river, pure and in pieces
Seek out my brothers, snuff out the candles
All of your emptiness I shall dismantle
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5. |
Smother the Crones
04:03
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What would it take to smother these crones?
From scratch starts the sloping off
To a wilderness
Undertow colossal leads me like lead
Past life trespassers
Sold strange to my soiled my eyes
Underwater rain parade
I can’t collide!
Oh Lord… What would it take to smother these crones?
Let’s get skeletal
Necro-spiritual
There’s murder in the cronehouse tonight
Their skullharp scriptures
Catholic boyschool
We’ll smother the bones of our past tonight
Let’s get skeletal
Necro-spiritual!!
Skulls grin from passing cars
Through the traffic of the dead
They laugh me up their ancient sleeves
Into the borderless beyond
Wayside pastors gracing black pastures
“I’m boarding sinking ships”*
Oh please God smother these crones
Let’s get skeletal
Necro-spiritual
There’s murder in the cronehouse tonight
Their skullharp scriptures
Catholic boyschool
We’ll smother the bones of our past tonight
Let’s get skeletal
Necro-spiritual!!
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The statues are tilted
In priest-like poses
They’re moving their arms
In rhythmical dreams
Possession is the medicine
For the tainted blurred within
Lined up on pedestals
In pestilent postures
Possession is the medicine
For the tainted words whim
Imprisoned in spine
Tending lights in the tunnels
Speaking in tongues
Shining in spasms
The invisible presence
And his toxic torrents
The clocks have all slowed
To the sound of howling throats
Acrid fumes on the horned horizon
Altars stained with blood
Cutting off thrones to spite the face
All phantoms underground
Walk with me now
Possession is the medicine!
Memorial wolds of fanaticism
Medicate the worship within
Nefarious roads of old omens
The overpowering will
Disturbance in the root of the self
A loose thread reveals
In too deep to turn back now
Just a spoonful of hate
Helps the medicine go down!
Possession is the medicine!
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7. |
The Lazarus Cord
06:05
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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...
- 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 smokes 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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8. |
White Triptych
07:10
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Night limbs lean out to trace those long roots
The many arteries of this forest
And somewhere in its web I can find rest
Feeling entirely all the fractures of this space.
It shines out on hunters in stasis
Frozen in the membrane of night
Rapt under the Moon's cool skin on earth
And charged with purpose
I trap a fragment
An echo strapped in amber
Moth-like and held from home.
You, then, are my reluctant tutor
And through you I interpret the stark lunar stare
The mad visitation
Savour – fasting guardians of night
A black watch on the heath stilled by low currents
Grace – trickles of scent and heat
Fissures affixed as petrified twine
Bask – vain sepulchral hairs
Whose blossom aches and huddles close
Course – milk-light over hushed hearts
And breath's crystal hung celestial
For you the bellicose thorns wind
Like secret serpents from light
For you the players sway on a stage of alabaster
Clasping their hands
Clasping their hands
Bold in rich cobalts
From a bottomless well
An amour of ivories
Sutures of spell
Don't fade in my prism
I shall empty your book
And deliver to midnight
The majesty took
Shine!
Flood the fields deranged
Silver-white stain
It seeps to draw the wonder through the web
To teeter at the edge
For your gaze turns the cold stone
And bears a monument out of waste
For your dead walk ingrains Life with Death
And makes marvels of the gradients
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9. |
Brass Dogs
08:43
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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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