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Nude
03:54
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Desperation echoes grey and beige
at the end of an era
of flesh veiled in faith
introversion becomes a kink
like we’ve forgotten how to dance
Somewhere between now and the future
turbines power the sea
and bulldozers make the beach
while foxes scream at midnight
I admire the way
they couldn’t give a fuck
if anyone hears their song
Ghost rose digs in her nails
no shade for the trouble we’re in
can I watch for daylight
until I turn to stone
I don’t care how long it takes
Or crash out the scene
like living for a showy getaway
you see through the pose
of eye contact stark and unchained
Can we play to hurt one more time
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Aces
04:12
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Back to feeling
vision corruption
do you ever feel
shivers of defiant colour
time phases out
make-up chicanes
on a mask made to fade
formular icons
aces a line of idols
dream on belladonna sunsets
in still-life anti-social
it’s you this time
if only one word
whispers nothing’s forever
it never felt like a weapon
incendiary taste of emotion
burns out the backdrop
he is a place
dealer of easy darkness
I made it let go casino
filigree thug music
dressed up wrong
forget-me-never savage
a skull to hang electric
for days we nearly got killed
in blind fascination
Curl up inside a shameless movie image
you know how real you made it
made it concrete remember made it black-out
if you believe in slow motion flash of light
die one more time
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Fighting for lightning I thought that flash was someone taking a photo of midnight. Storms that never make it big get stolen all the time. I never did catch that thief. Slow aura caught on barbed wire
We plant a coin on eyelids and turn up the volume of stasis. While kisses sting like thorns of euphoria shot with sudden changes of light. In danger, no danger
As I realise fake astroturf is real grass and the sun is so high in cartoon blue. Shiny show-off. Cut by wings the rays land starry to black-out safe in a war zone
It’s only shadow play, but I like it anyway. And boy am I glad so many people take photos, as leaves buzzsaw through brick walls in a dream machine swing of time
Draw another wing shaped life around my shoulders, like it wouldn’t even draw blood in this manmade landscape. Someone tell the storm they’re on in five minutes, while the hanged man waits for me to fix a pose
So we stand in line for the human race. Who’s racing now the walls of this prison mean too much to me. And swallow the heavens through heathen lips
Mythical sin goes bodybuilding for the love of cherry blossom. Dressed for silence she never lives long enough to tell us her secrets. As the horizon stares at me and says, ‘you first’. ‘No’, I say, ‘after you’
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Girlface Occupation
04:45
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Half tone no show
Haze division
Sapphire gold scarlet black
Photo story haiku
Jasmine zone
Violet rose emerald cyan
Heartbreak style
Diagonal ways
Sapphire gold scarlet black
Abstract perfect
Asymmetric gaze
Violet rose emerald cyan
Action blaze
Hi time control
Magenta ruby amber ice
Nature duet
Blush entact
Eyes reveal eyes lips reveal lips
Rumours simulate her rumours simulate her rumours
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MAP 71 Brighton, UK
Hypnotic drum rhythms build an environment for stories told by a restless observer. Ritual pulses, angular grooves and metallic clatter woven with a dialogue of Pagan surrealism, existential social comment and abstract sparse verse. Map 71 make haunting, darkly engaging music which is still danceable. Based in Brighton, Lisa Jayne (words/voice) and Andy Pyne (drums/synths) became Map 71 in 2013. ... more
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