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WOMAN, WALKING
04:32
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WOMAN, WALKING
Hot, dark night in the city
Rain machineguns the sidewalk, which steams like a griddle
We follow a woman walking quickly and with purpose; long coat, collar up
The rain
Headlights smear across her
A wind blows
Taxi horns blare
Footsteps
Footsteps
The rain
We follow her into a narrow alleyway strewn with garbage. She steps over the body of a dead animal, perhaps a dog
She makes her way toward a blue door; she stops
Maybe she is running from something
Maybe she is running toward something
She draws on her cigarette, yet the orange glow fails to illuminate her face, and we are forced to consider the idea that she has no face. Maybe she has many faces, yet in this moment is not in need of any of them
She approaches the blue door, stops again and flicks her cigarette, which we watch arc through the darkness and the rain before winking out of existence in an oil-slicked puddle; despite the rain and the noise of the city night, we believe we hear the hiss of its death
Looking back, she is gone, gone where we cannot follow, the blue door slowly closing
She is gone where we cannot follow
She is gone
She is gone
She is gone
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HUNG BY THE HAIR (FANCY’S SMILING BAG)
Fancy never planned on being dead, and yet found herself so
She found herself dead yet refused it, pushed back
She would live
She would rise
And none who saw her would ever be the same again
She would live
She would rise up
If she could only get out of the bag
If she could only get out of the bag
If she could only get out of the bag
If she could only get out of the bag
The bag
The bag
If she could only get out of the bag
None who saw her would ever be the same again
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DANCING. UNDERWATER.
05:28
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DANCING. UNDERWATER.
She is dancing, underwater
Her body moves like clay on the drunken ship of her pelvis
Her hair is like golden fingers. fingers pointing
Red ribbons snake from her many wounds, drawing hieroglyphs in the deep, dark current
She is smiling
She is nude and she is dancing, underwater
Her heart is full
She does not remember you
You are nothing to her now
She is aflame there in that dark, dark place
She is dancing, underwater
Her hair is like Sobranie black fingers. fingers pointing
Fingers pointing
She is dancing, underwater
She is dancing
Dancing
She is dancing and she is underwater
She is dancing and she is underwater
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TELLING LIES
03:45
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PARTLY CLOUDY, VERY STILL RIGHT NOW
A storm is coming
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REDEYE
03:42
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REDEYE
I got it. I got it bad
Got the no sleep. Got the no sleep
(Got the no sleep. Got the no sleep)
No matter how far down I go, my mattress eludes me
No matter how far down the stairs take me
Doors where there were no doors before
And down here the fish are bigger and more frightening
More frightening
Got the no sleep an the walls are crawling with negative and unproductive ideation an there’s this thing in the bathtub, it has the body of a cat but the face of a man an fingernails like sickles the size of a boy’s hand, and it can’t get out of the bathtub it can’t get out of the damn bathtub. Body of a cat, fingernails like sickles and the face of a man an it has red eyes. Red eyes. Red eyes
Red of eye, short of fuckin fuse
And my heart plays like a drunken band
(Got the no sleep. Got the no sleep)
(Got the no sleep. Got the no sleep)
No
(Got the no sleep. Got the no sleep)
Got the no sleep
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SUCH A SADNESS
05:20
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BIRTH OF REDHAND
03:20
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BIRTH OF REDHAND
A man that is not a man
That only looks like a man
Wears a dark suit, a tie
White shirt, yellowing at the cuffs
A smile like bad meat
A man that is not a man
Hairless, pure white skin
A red handprint on his face
The face of a man who is not a man
The face of a man who is not
Shivering with ill-intent
Shivering with ill-intent, hands reaching
Redhand is born
Redhand is born
Redhand is born
A smile
Shivering
Bad meat
Yellowing
Not a man
Redhand
Hairless
Dark suit
The face
Not a man
The face
Redhand
Redhand
Redhand is born
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TRAIN CRAWLS
03:59
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TRAIN CRAWLS
In its heart there is fire, growling low
So slow
So slow
So dark
And so slow
Train crawling through a long, dark tunnel toward an uncertain future
Train crawling
So dark
So dark
Train crawling
So dark
Train crawling
So dark
So dark
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(SUDDENLY MY HOUSE BECAME) A TREE OF SORES
Suddenly my house became a meadow of carcinoma
Suddenly my house became a garden of disease
Suddenly my house became a city of madnesses
Suddenly my house became a deluge of knives
Suddenly my house became a forest of arms
Suddenly my house became a facsimile despair
Suddenly my house became a nest of infections
Suddenly my house became a minefield of wounds
Suddenly my house became an embarrassment of stitches
Suddenly my house became a choir of injuries
Suddenly my house became a valley of sickness
Suddenly my house became a well of heartache
Suddenly my house became a home to darkness
Suddenly my house became a network of lesions
Suddenly my house became a germ of disquiet
Suddenly my house became a contraption of agonies
Suddenly my house became a mouth of sorrow
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THE COYOTE WAS SMILING
03:18
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THE COYOTE WAS SMILING
A dog was barking, but made no sound
No sound
Billy watched it, confused and unsure
Confused and unsure
Confused and unsure
When he woke, the dog was gone
The dog was gone
(Gone)
While somewhere, in the hills, in the shadows, the coyote was smiling
Smiling
Smiling
Smiling
(Smiling)
Smiling
Smiling
(Smiling)
Smiling
Smiling
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PETEY’S HAND COVERS THE SUN
Petey stood in the yard
The golden sunshine
The sprinklers stuttering
The morning’s promise
He held up his hand to shield his eyes, and the sun disappeared
And he knew then his power
And he knew then his power
And he knew then the world would feel the weight of Petey’s hand
The weight of Petey’s hand
The weight of Petey’s hand
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DANCE WITH ME
03:23
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DANCE WITH ME
Do you hear the music?
Do you hear the music?
Then dance with me
Move your feet
Heartbeat to no heartbeat
Hold me
Hold me tight
Sway with me
Dance with me
Your blood underfoot
This is the last dance
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
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SOMEDAY
01:49
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SOMEDAY
Terrible things are coming
But not today
But not today
Terrible things will happen
But not today
But not today
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unsong London, UK
Pseudo-faceless vibrational dream-self of author Mason Ball and disreputable Lynchian figment Benjamin Louche: a non-holy trinity of drone, tone and happenstance tintinnabulation, with added audio white elephant.
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