EFFETISM

Effete, makeweight Nobody cares about you On your birth date Wake up: pretend you’ve Beaten sleep I guest you’ve finally Made it to the back teeth Effete: to weigh less Maillot jaune scars But now you’re staring At a set …

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Effete, makeweight
Nobody cares about you
On your birth date
Wake up: pretend you’ve
Beaten sleep
I guest you’ve finally
Made it to the back teeth

Effete: to weigh less

Maillot jaune scars
But now you’re staring
At a set of new stars
Free Lance from a packed cell
Hematocrit’ll kick you
Where your hope dwells

Effete, weightless
Depress to depress
Shake off to shake off:
The effete

Everyone was gushing but you never did blush
Bawdy implication was it part of the rush?
Acting so ephemeral according to style
You bully and you sully with a national guile
Everything was open but your mouth stayed
You’d been dealing with the feelings of a seminal cut
The single greatest story and I hoped it was true
But the words on the cover said a lot more about you


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GIFT OF SOUND

Words that fall from stature Do not enrapture Chin feels like a chisel Lost its fizzle So hold me like a stranger Absolve my danger It’s the similarities That bring me down. Given the gift of sound Given the gift …

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Words that fall from stature
Do not enrapture
Chin feels like a chisel
Lost its fizzle
So hold me like a stranger
Absolve my danger
It’s the similarities
That bring me down.

Given the gift of sound
Given the gift of sound
Given the gift of free flowing language
You don’t own
Given the gift of sound

Everything’s collapsing
Can you fill the gaps in?
Search for something higher
Than desire
Man is like a mountain
Never any doubt in what you do
It’s the realisation that we have all
Been given the gift of sound.

Touch brings you nearer
Could this be any clearer?
It’s the waveform you need the most.
Eyes like a vandal
It’s the truth I can handle:
Let the waveform take you home.

Given the gift of all that’s elitist
Given it so you know what defeat
Given the gift of stairs made to crawl
But cherish the heft of those you can walk up
Given the gift of thoughts for the silence
Given the gift of faith and defiance
Given the gift of Sound
Sound
Sound
Sound
Sound
Sound
Sound
It’s the final pulsings of basically nothing.


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B & B

I codify: next week there’s a new born tax Not married so I can’t relax Honest so I don’t react, yet. Silence has kissed my back Licked fickle by the bedroom pact A rumour never moves with tact, no. A …

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I codify: next week there’s a new born tax
Not married so I can’t relax
Honest so I don’t react, yet.
Silence has kissed my back
Licked fickle by the bedroom pact
A rumour never moves with tact, no.

A heart like a candle
Melted with a frying pan handle
Left on the heat too long
Now only can I sing this song:

Even my own mother cannot take me back.

So I drive around this town
Thatched new by the thrust of the cuts
Bollards and the legacies they all outgrew.
Coastal but wrecked by blue
Ripped ships from the skills we knew
Moreish so you’ll see this through.

A heart like a candle
Melted with a chip pan handle
Left on the heat too long
Now only can I sing this song:

Even my own mother cannot take me back.

I’m sleeping in a box
No windows, no door locks
My head is a shambles
Kipping in a row of brambles
A heart like a candle
Melted with a frying pan handle
Left on the heat too long
Now only can I sing this song:

Even my own mother cannot take me back.


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THE ASSISTED

Maybe my hands won’t shake Faces I don’t recall Each of these finer points Lost on the whitewashed walls But at least it gets to be a choice Look at me closely you can see Just how broken a man …

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Maybe my hands won’t shake
Faces I don’t recall
Each of these finer points
Lost on the whitewashed walls
But at least it gets to be a choice

Look at me closely you can see
Just how broken a man can be

Assisted by those who know
The memories I used to be
Suffering grips all my days
Taut like an elegy

Look at me closely you can see
Just how broken a man can be

Still loss, still grief
Still a tragic energy
But I need control
Death will bring me
A calming neutrality
If you let me go
And make a choice

Look at me closely you can see
Just how broken a man can be


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COVER YOUR RAIN

You change the covers And I’ll make a will Punish me rotten For the way I feel Woe betide me and you And anybody who’s Got a lot to lose Cover your rain Cover your rain up Maybe I will …

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You change the covers
And I’ll make a will
Punish me rotten
For the way I feel
Woe betide me and you
And anybody who’s
Got a lot to lose

Cover your rain
Cover your rain up

Maybe I will live in fields
Paint all the colours with a new found zeal
Black and red
Deeper blue
Treat every crescent
Like my own tattoo

Cover your rain
Cover your rain up

Celebrating like an ocean
Celebrating’s all the same
Maybe I am washed up
So I’ll cover your rain
Cover your rain up

I was pale everyday
Born so mono in a fashioned way
Now I revel in stereo
Peel back the caution
And away we go

Cover your rain
Cover your rain up


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CREEPING UP APPEARANCES

Sunshine: keeping up the rain Sunshine: keeping up the rain But I don’t see you falling, for that to gain. Daylight: deal at your rate To everybody’s delight: you inebriate But I don’t see you falling, for that to gain. …

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Sunshine: keeping up the rain
Sunshine: keeping up the rain
But I don’t see you falling, for that to gain.

Daylight: deal at your rate
To everybody’s delight: you inebriate
But I don’t see you falling, for that to gain.

You lobby hard
Tripping on shop bought plosives
Picture this, picture this.

Four holidays, two new chalets
Paid off in a week says:
It’s a mess, it’s a mess.

Every scam, needs a new
scam to use as a ruse
Flotsam is as flotsam is.

Reset it, move on
Same mirror, old hand, new gun
Hopelessness hopelessness.

But I don’t see you falling, for that to gain.


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EX-CATHEDRA

Shake the windows and the doors Put ex-cathedra on the floor Because there’s a part of this That I don’t think you’re ever Really going to understand Eat your hate and burn deceit Give fallibility your knees And maybe redefine …

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Shake the windows and the doors
Put ex-cathedra on the floor
Because there’s a part of this
That I don’t think you’re ever
Really going to understand

Eat your hate and burn deceit
Give fallibility your knees
And maybe redefine the question
What’s the difference
Between a woman and a man

Stand with me
Stand collected
Standing weary
Stand dejected
Stand winsome
Stand easy
Let the wind blow
Through the tall trees

As the sanguine heats your bone
You feel a joy you’ve never known
And get excited by the
Rattle and the hum of something
You don’t understand

But in the guilt of all the night
You find it’s easy unrequited
And it’s a part of me
That I don’t think you’re ever
Really going to understand

Look through me
Be tainted
Like a window
Heals the sainted
Stand winsome
Stand easy
Let the wind blow
Through the tall trees

On a rainswept morning
When I stared lost
For the first time
At the designs
And the centuries
In my baby’s own eyes
And I learnt more
In this moment
Than the inert
Rustings emotions
Of my twenty odd years of life
I’ve got to relay
Got to relay
Got to relay
My foundations to be humankind
And never let the winsome die

Hope is Just a State of Mind.


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THE DAILY GRIND

Tears on the abdomen Of a woman but it’s ok For she has a baby. Flexibly skiving with Benefits driving the Daily Mail says it’s a holiday We always seem to denigrate Ourselves again at the point of being Fear …

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Tears on the abdomen
Of a woman but it’s ok
For she has a baby.
Flexibly skiving with
Benefits driving the Daily
Mail says it’s a holiday

We always seem to denigrate
Ourselves again at the point of being

Fear kills
Even the most
Fecund of seconds
And I hold these close
Why should
Having a child
And a career
Not be reconciled?

We always seem to denigrate
Ourselves again at the point of being

So lost
The ephemeral everywhere
No cost
That our future should have to bear
A sure start
Has unraveled been turned into
Dust and to gravel to trample upon
You must feel so proud
Stigmatising every single mother
While your own world’s falling down.


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