1. |
Cyanide White
03:41
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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
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2. |
Stitches
04:33
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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.
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3. |
Spirograph
03:40
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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
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4. |
Highrise
02:27
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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
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5. |
Siren Tank
03:50
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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
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6. |
Scissor Kiss Experiment
03:56
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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
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7. |
Suburbanites
05:21
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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
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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
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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
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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
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8. |
Turn Back Metropolis
06:08
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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
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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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