1. |
Intro
01:18
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I think about how sound can travel where our bodies can’t
How sound can touch when hands can’t meet
How we can’t return its touch
How it can ring in our ears
Or lurk in our memories
I think about traces, sounds that have grown through so many lives generations and journeys
How this never ends
I think about who is heard
And what that means
About the power of sound and how we might use it
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2. |
The Sound
03:15
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This is the sound
Travelling
This is the sound
Chorus
This is the sound
It moves across borders
It travels through walls
Infects and haunts us
This is the sound
It moves in our bodies
It passes through time
Brings what came before us
This is the sound gathering
The is the sound resonating
This is the sound growing
This is the sound
The sound does not arrive
The sound does not rest
The sound cannot be owned
The sound can’t be imprisoned
The sound can’t be buried
The sound never ends
This is the sound, take it
Make your own noise
Disseminate
This is the sound, take it
Make your own noise
Disseminate
Disseminate
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3. |
Tangle Of Lives
03:28
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Stripping the earth of her self hood
Blind to the balance and tangle of lives
I can feel the earth shake inside of me as I wake
I can feel the earth
I can feel the earth shake inside of me as I wake
I can feel the earth
I feel the earth
Animated skulls with empty sockets
sink acrylic teeth into projected profit
They think their owed our labour
They think they’re owed our bodies
They think they’re owed the earth
They think they own the earth
What will it take
For us to perceive ourselves beyond the singular
What will it take
For us to understand
We become with each other or not at all
We become with each other or not at all
Blind to the balance and tangle of lives
We become with each other or not at all
They think they’re owed our labour
They think they’re owed our bodies
They think they’re owed our labour
They think they’re owed our bodies
They think they’re owed the earth
They think they own the earth
I can feel the earth is shaking
She is grieving
She is seething
I can feel the earth is quaking
She is grieving she is seething.
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4. |
Interlude (Q&A)
00:30
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They call us violent
Do you not remember?
We came with questions
They gave no answers.
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5. |
Big Mouth
03:21
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Voices of the marginalised
Tolerated if we remain quiet
Bodies of the marginalised
Tolerated under their control
Voices of the marginalised
Tolerated if we remain quiet
Bodies of the marginalised
Tolerated
Tolerated!
I’m raising my voice louder
It carries me beyond their walls
Our silence will not save us
They can’t contain they can’t control
They can’t control
Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard
But I think UP YOURS 1,2,3,4
Keep your voice down
Know your place
Bite your tongue
You best behave
Keep your head down
Stay in line
Keep your mouth shut
With a lovely smile
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6. |
Interlude (Looming)
00:41
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I cannot remain crescent
A chewed finger nail spat into the darkness
A sliver of light
In someone else’s depiction of night
I am looming, monstrous.
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7. |
Monstrous
02:19
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This is not all of me
I choose the parts you see
All my weakness bottled up
And left to tremble on a shelf
This is not all of me
I choose the parts you see
Crushed under all that you want
And knowing I will fuck it up
Hey!
I’m not so tough I’m just good at pretending
And most of my wounds are infected and leaking
I know that I’m lost and my energy’s draining
I think I’ll be dead before I can explain it
I can’t give you anymore
I can’t give you what you want
I can’t give you anymore
I can’t give you what you want
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8. |
No Love For A Nation
02:49
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Notion of nation starts to leak
Notion of nation
The centre’s warm
The edges bleed
Notion of nation
Cut the shapes
Out of the flag
Swap them switch them
Patch and stitch them
Hoist that rag
chorus
I can’t keep up
I can’t get away
I can’t make
Sense
Or let go of it
I can’t reach them
I can’t get away
I can’t make sense
Or let go of it
Wake up from a beautiful dream
That’s all you’ve ever known
Can’t shake away the feeling
That tells you something’s wrong
No no notion of nation
No no love for a nation
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9. |
Skye
03:30
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I miss the weight of you,
I
I miss the weight of you, I
I miss the weight
I miss the weight of you
How can you not exist
How can you physically be gone
How are you not there waiting at the door when I come home
Where are you now?
I smelt you in a dream
You were with me
You were real
But ever since my mind could only build a puppet
You without your indignant spirit
Your earnest eyes, expressive ears
Your noble parading tail
And there are times that I can see you racing through the fields
You tearing across beaches
You charging through the hills
But I wish that I could hold you
Wish I could pull you close
Press my nose into the soft fur just behind your ears
Or rub it on your greying old muzzle
You were there for half my life
The only half that I remember
My fingers left your coarse fur
As you exhaled forever
I miss the weight
I miss the weight of you
I
I miss the weight of you
Skye.
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10. |
Burn
03:33
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What happens when we burn from the inside?
What happens when we burn inside?
You know your time is running out
It burst and now its pouring out
He locks all of the doors and hides all the keys
Incase outsiders come to take what they please
He locks all of the doors, hides all of the keys
He thinks outsiders will come
To take what they please
Home sweet home is not the safest
Place to be space to breathe face to see
Because he’s all walls
Evading emotion
Talk about threatening talk about threats to me
Home sweet home’s become a prison
Lets make longer tables rather than building up
More walls
What if we’re trapped in here
Talked our way into this
Why can’t we talk our way out?
So they say
So it goes
So it is
If we talked our way in to this
Why can’t we talk our way out
If we can talk our way into it
Why can’t we talk our way out
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11. |
Talk In Tongues
02:07
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I want to talk in tongues, speak right as I feel
His mood fills entire rooms
Untangle a toxic youth
Swells to fill the space I leave it
Put my heart in place, synch up to its tune
I don’t know how to move round it
Speak in granted space, I want to tell the truth
Want to tell the truth
The truth is locked behind our teeth
I see you gritting your teeth
Its secret ink on see-through sheets
I feel you sweat into the sheets
Everybody knows whats wrong
I think that I know whats wrong
Let’s break the pattern and overcome
Same old pattern same old song
We thicken up
You fall too fast
On lower heat
I can’t catch you all
We play it safe
I can’t catch you all
Embrace retreat
You fall too fast
We’ve come to terms
I can’t catch you all
We walk the walk
No please don’t make us talk
Can we please fucking talk
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12. |
Interlude (They Say)
00:57
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They say what they say
They say you can’t trust your memory
They say emotion is an enemy
What they say isn’t truth but is maybe
And they say what they say.
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13. |
Rootless
04:12
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I pulled up my own roots
Tore each fibre from the compost
For fear of stagnation
Picking encrusted blu tac from the back of crumpled photos
Folding yellowed tape over the corners
To stick them somewhere new
Drinking red wine in the bath together
Pretending the speckled mould is a constellation
Filthy lino
Our names carved into the table
Unstable
Breaking
Blood and dirt and bones and mud on unwashed sheets
I became one of the lost boys
That tried to carve a home in me
For whom I made myself hollow
And left once I was empty
Now I’m knocking at the doors
To which I used to have the key
Craving and evading
Craving and evading
Taps from the flat across the hall
High ceilings, single glazing
The sky constantly changing
Skeletal plane trails reminding
Gritty sheets from dirty paws
The smell of heated dog hair from the hoover
Smashed glass glittering in the street lamp
Tall men and mountains
Bracing then embracing the wind
Plunging into icy water
Damp hair and spreading heat
A mattress in the back of a van
Rain on the roof
The moon through the leaves
Waking with the dappled light
Entangled limbs
Jigsaw pieces
I can’t absorb the rain directly from the sky
I’m desperately thirsty but it passes too quickly
It takes time for strangers to mean something
I think of tables I have sat around
I’m homesick for somewhere that I’ve never been
Nostalgic for memories I have yet to make
I warned you that I’m restless
That I’ll refuse to settle for less
If I can even settle at all
I’m scared I might be shrinking
Limp and pale
Craving and evading
Craving and evading
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14. |
Weather Warning
02:57
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This works for me
It might not for you
Come on
Pull it back together
No one sails smooth
In erratic weather
Come on
Get your shit together
No one sails smooth
In erratic weather
Sometimes we have to go back to basics
Sometimes we have to ask ourselves difficult questions
Sometimes we have to fucking face it
You might have to wane
Before you wax again
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15. |
Naive
04:44
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I’d rather be naive
Than a nihilist
You choose your chair
I choose to fight this
I’d rather be naive
Than a hopeless cynic
You argue for your ego
Not to be constructive
Can you see the future?
Is it crystal clear?
How in this short life
did you find all the answers?
Can you see the future?
Is it crystal clear?
How in this short life
did you find so many answers
I choose to fight
I won’t give up on life
I’d rather be naive
And learn to fall with grace
Not tense brittle with fear
Open eyes face my mistakes
I’d rather be naive
Dare to care and to create
Moved by each encounter
Contaminate
Collaborate
Oh you know how its all going to pan out
Don’t you?
I choose to fight
You cannot bleed our sense of possibility
In the darkness we see constellations
We will not be silenced
We are imperfect
Entangled
Looming
We’re not finished
We never fucking will be
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