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Turn Back Metropolis

by Map 71

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Cyanide white see through a one-way mirror the harem is a liquid embracing a powder tribal saccharine nothing sacred love hearts and diamonds the harem is a liquid embracing a powder for boy-cut perfection limbs marble blue your only deception suicide pact in a mandala the harem is a liquid embracing a powder the nevers never touched your lips cruisin' for a bruisin' take a cliché in cyanide white and breathe deeply for a one-way mirror the harem is a liquid embracing a powder
Stitches 04:33
The clean-up didn't stand a chance. Tough kid faction in streets that never see summer. The sky's a tragic shade of grey and the only silver lining is in your pocket on pay-day. This town has edges like a blade. Perspective is a weapon here. Over the other side of the world they live in circles, so what's vertigo anyway. The triangle balanced on a point just has to remember to love. On a keychain lucky charms and a penknife can't do no harm 'That'll need stitches,' he said. 'Well yeah,' she said, 'but I've always wanted a scar.' Thinking in black 'n' white a jail bait street urchin with a split lip plays with ideologies and closet fancies. Yeah, y'know there are ways of getting out of here. Here's one dropping from his hand now, 'slip me a mickey boys,' let's see what his main squeeze can do. On a keychain lucky charms and a penknife can't do no harm No, fight it. Photo reality. No time for confusion. Small birds move so fast you think they're all in the mind. But that one on the roof has seen it all forever. Some houses are a throne for ravens. Slow motion and fast forward in the same frame, like romance coming to life in the dev tray. Colour of carrion after a few from the bottle. On a keychain lucky charms and a penknife can't do no harm He doesn't believe in signs, not from her anyway. He's just waiting for the signals to change. A blurred electrical drone turns abrasive in focus like the sound of RUN AWAY NOW.
Spirograph 03:40
Don’t try and be free you're not free where do the words end feral iron railings stage arrogance out of sync take a detour climbing through winter the lines run and vanish have they seen me invisible in black I heard Saturn's rings are leaving town the last embers before fashions change permission for delirium the rah rah salamanders hit metal and understand circles aren't always the kind of stories that only make sense in space Deception halos out of place riding a spirograph on a fizz bomb of adrenalin phantom love formula is the loudest sway blushing like a fortune teller now ambition is a dirty word Fascination rumours look like plastic in control of time was that a dare manic silence games in the street eclipse before dawn
Highrise 02:27
You just have to look for a change in the eyes movement on stand-by romantic notion of a missing person eyes catch falling girls highrise or basement in the passenger seat life stories which end too young she got famous her photo her face everywhere open your eyes she's abstract and staring something like fear what do we know did she know when she got lost zig-zags and time slips she saw everything before through the window her eyes saw herself leave
Siren Tank 03:50
Shock waves rip through illusion lazer star line synthetic hexing machines on collapse Mayhem nouvelle Clockwork flamingo floor show fever muse veiled glitzy-rock demoness Mayhem nouvelle Naked enigma out on the town first call the Siren Tank hard trade sputniks Mayhem nouvelle Again and again and again and again bitch blade sequins safety-pin exotica mannequin swing Mayhem nouvelle Flesh lights black-out slips to the floor in it for the money in it for a shimmy nothing's for free at the Deja Vu Go-Go Mayhem nouvelle Baby-Doll Nobody and Cherry-Pop Slipup on carousel ponies solid gold now carousel ponies all the rage now Mayhem nouvelle Liquid moon pours herself into backstreets see through Cerise underground love hazard flesh lights blackout Mayhem nouvelle
Nova spys Flame exile Scissor kiss experiment Moon theatre Captives Scissor kiss experiment Violet miasma Oblivion ritual Scissor kiss experiment Roulette wheel Sanity drops Scissor kiss experiment Lay spirituals Descending Scissor kiss experiment Surreal mirage Lightning play Scissor kiss experiment Fatal hypnotic Trance operation Scissor kiss experiment
Suburbanites 05:21
Intoxicated by the rip and strip one of the heat waves hangs like it should be frozen this time of year holding onto dear life half a century of show-time until experience leaves her bewildered or just wild visions of new designs and gateways of even rhythms easy now this creature wants to take us somewhere if our weight lifts us clear of the traps 10 7 3 9 6 1 4 1 It's no easy chain of some meaning out there somewhere numbers in the distance someone waits to be eaten it's not like hostile or horror show just figures in high viz static I doubt they've seen me I just want to catch a look before sundown when every flower with any sense gets away or closes high heels are insane 5 9 8 10 2 1 7 1 It's no easy chain spray-paint done fast and close turn me silver or anything flawless semi-precious is good enough who wants to get stolen or locked away across the crater lake birds use this when there's nothing better yeah survivors have the identity to survive and use fairy grips no one'll feel a thing 3 7 10 6 4 1 5 1 It's no easy chain the missing panel beats a reminder my way out as some new recluse writes oriflamme over and over for attention or to somehow fill the silence twice now devil claws hold what's left of some essence of beauty I gave it away it's the sky not the traffic moving fast today 7 4 2 9 5 1 3 1
Turn back metropolis casting wrong shadows like street fighting lovers in the half light of a house of correction a replica disguised as himself says he really means it this time and other classy crescendos hung up on time as a deadlock sense apparatus slips into his life damage for sale Turn back metropolis shape shifter idols naked as framework blink from a tower block sold us as heaven search lights imagine demons in symbolic dreamers one side going nowhere the other writes the script and opens another door to another step to another bridge to another stage don’t look down Turn back metropolis freeze instinct on impact reflex now there’s nothing but a cling clang image flashing from fire escapes to sedation cells words on the wall as a flock of black butterflies rise to escape no one believed they are real sparks from their wings and scrape of metal slash at the backdrops Turn back metropolis negative nerve splash someone takes the blame for a miracle no one wanted the horizon’s a strip light on a broken glass river weekenders grab at seduction grown in a lab as cheerleaders of atomiser passions turn on a riot in a dead end street trying to walk away Turn back metropolis in the distance the road’s a narrow stripe of stereotypes reality drags someone shouts party bam-a-lam box militant pzazz in the clone palace press emotion on automatic now she has a crush on a duplicating machine and the face of a generation in uniform


Joint release by Foolproof Projects and Fourth Dimension Records, PRJ053 / FDCD123


released September 4, 2020

MAP 71 are
Lisa Jayne - words, voice, art
Andy Pyne - drums, noises

Viola on ‘Turn Back Metropolis’ by Sebastian Blue Pin

Recorded and mixed by Andy Pyne Jan 2019-Jan 2020
Mastered by Julian Tardo at Church Road Studios


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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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