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Ode to OD
03:32
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"Ode to OD"
When you wake in the night and pray for the dream
When you softly cuss but long to scream
When you eat real light but wanna drink real hard
you walk a mile in your head but your feet move a yard
When you prune in the bath as your soul walks the plank
When your watching grey weather from inside your fish tank
When time is tort and your skin starts to rust
When you strangle your eyes from staring in lust
When you weep in the trees but smile in the cage
When you write in your book and burn every page
When you want to throw up but you swallow your spit
You chew on chip butty when you’d rather throw it
at every fool you bump past in the crowd in the line
You hard hate the happy from your chest’s bag of wine
When you see the street stagger under any excuse
When you flee through the years of masked bottle abuse
A stranger writes a book and changes your life
A stranger gets stabbed and a stranger’s his wife
Lies fly round her glass but drop dead in your ear
When an ugly home smiles with two teeth and a tear
Somewhere floats a soul mirrored in your soup
they’ve swaned in your eyes they’ve kicked in your boots
Starving sonnets break hearts blind in two
God rots in a coke can. Angels sweat on the tube.
A pretty chav’s caught thieving
his pocket full of sweets
telling pretty stories
through council flattened teeth
The boxer bites banana his son punches his palms
The mother’s cooking beans on toast blue bruises on her arms
The farmer and his best friend
whimper as they herd the sheep
When the old man blows his brains out
and spills the chicken feed
Through a fat and angry bouncer
to a sad and lonely pint
Beneath a sink of soggy tea bags
is a cupboard full of mice
The poetry of Pinocchio put Woolworths on the web
The cool class clown is caned
his sadness soft as lead
A sympathetic handshake
enough to clutter up a smile.
There’s nothing like an ugly town
to make you feel worth while.
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2. |
Casper
02:04
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"Casper"
Oi doyoulickadickaday...
Grounded to play day to day in day out
Shout bulldog hog the ball
No byline play off the wall
Tag gat tag that no tag back twat
Fat Tom sings songs but the girl ras-clat
Rest rap in the mens when barely boys
Casper plays with pens not toys.
Batty boy says
So’s your Mum
So is mine? So what
My dad’ll have yours any time
Tim your shady and slim with a gimble grin
Dip DINLO down low in the bin
Bog bully maced his woolly
Hat-red tears sad like Dad’s beers
Sad? Sob
Sod this god.
‘Cause my Mum’s gone from Mrs to Miss
Now a cuss is like a kiss and a hug is like a fist
Be rude be crude you’re on the same ship
for battle cry baby rattles
my tiny star shoots the cattle
Come sunday carve-a root
Manuva the hoover
Do the washing up drop china cup
Line up world cup doubles
B.U.M youz in trouble
Bubble up against the fence
Leather to leather two cheeks tense
Hence the war veteran ramble gamble
tummy rumble tommy tumble football fumble.
Playground honesty burnt by the bell
Back in your lines back in your cells
Beat with betrayal wiser with words
Sword bitten sore swore like a nerd
Headmaster heard
I know one hundred lines fingers on lips
Confiscate rhyme? You’re chatting shit
You sure can’t Sher-lock up street Shakespeare
Shakes fear down your bones
Belt buckles your back
Kids versus clones
Bart’s slingshot brats.
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Salt
03:14
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"Salt"
Jewel’s Jesus juice
hangs hitched high
in a mourning noose
Numb night
of memory loose
Need feed
Dry brain bleeds
Cheeks chew
Light wooze
Belch caught
Noose taught
Tight muscle
from lovesick tussle
Laid puffing
Feel nothing
Lies lie bare
The truth of last nights mares
The west romantic
The cure less care
Fair feather lies
inside sand skin
Early eyes
drown hands in
Snatch her faster
down h-our tower
Ridden host
the thin closed flower.
The one I love in moments
dies every sundown
Honest
sum up
Every sunup
I rattle my tiny heart.
You pinch my twisted bone.
Salt
Salt
Salt
Salt
Held helpless blinking
Handcuffed sinking
into jaded waves
Goodbye ain’t enough
My heavy stare
Bull lust to tear
at lips so-fair
Soft air marbles
smoke and hair
She laughs
my heart scares
Scarred quick
down route whiskey fix
Sip and pis into bottomless
regret that lucidly picks
thoughts to treasure yet sunk below
In the heart of my art I say
So what I’m not.
So what I’m not
So what I’m not
So what I’m not
So what I’m not
So what I’m not in love
So what I’m not
So what I’m not in love
Salt
Salt
Salt
Salt
So write wise forget green eyes.
They flutter for another use yours to shy.
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4. |
Suspension of Disbelief
03:44
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"Suspension of Disbelief"
You had plenty money nineteen ninety two
You let other fellas make a fool of you
Why don’t you do right
Like them other girls do
You had plenty money nineteen ninety two
You let other fellas make a fool of you
Why don’t you do right
Like them other girls do
Get out of here
Get me some money too
You’re sitting down wondering what it’s
All about
If you aint got no money
They will put you out
Why don’t you do right
Like them other girls do
Get out of here
Get me some money too
If you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn’t be wandering now
From door to door
Why don’t you do right
Like them other girls do
Get out of here
Get me some money too
Get out of here
Get me some money too
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5. |
ww(doubleyou)
06:55
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"ww(doubleyou)"
When world get wider web get tighter
Static strangled to our chairs
Bastard son tocks old mans ticker
Boiled brains our eyes are square
Lives lie lynched in space
‘Sained the human race
No sleep only addiction
Blades run in and out of fiction
Triple W dot
Trip out
Double drop
Blinking in the pixelated dirt
Drinking in reflections that flirt
Buy high lies on satellite
Dye the craze black panther fight
Shrinking into static bass
The wincing city microwaves taste
Three DJs flicker artificial white noise
Tick tockin’ to monkey brain boys
Flinching in a sea of advert foam
Inching sky high to the mess make valley we roam
Alone
To die a collage hoarding fast
and cry inside pixelated mask
As i type my hurt
on this metal tree
With no name no age and no family
Satellite suns dry the whiskey in my lungs
Killer gorilla kids pick a pocket
Download a gun
Now load the gun
When world get wider web get tighter
Static strangled to our chairs
Bastard son tocks old mans ticker
Boiled brains our eyes are square eyes
Square eyes
We got wifi in the graveyard
By the skin of my sleep
Can’t blink too close to the screen
Take a toke
Smoke my hair
Take a sip
of my moulding tea
By the skin of my sleep
Smoking like a chimney
Drinking like a pony
Triple W dot
Trip out
Double drop
Drop.
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6. |
Isambard
05:29
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"Isambard"
In the sphere of my sorrow
hung at my lung
is the black on bone lust
for the death of the young
The constant cold hangs
loose on pink necks
Their paws of soot
itch pores of soot
Cook in the soil
and wear down the skin
under the closed cloak of the grey man
His british bark burrows in
My splintered heart bleeds grey in sin.
A London hush lies
between the blinks
Its hard art to hear
but you can see it stink
between the milk and the sugar
Sadness shares a shudder
Stung and hung stiff on a thought
Behind white eyes
a london hush lies
between the lines
before a homeless man’s thinking time
is stolen in a flash
As the piss streaks down the pavement
Dodge wet dash
Trod in phoenix ash
Cash in your swan song
for last orders
Tredmil pavements
you’ll never reach the borders
So sit tight and write
cause that’s how nerds fight
asthma lungs like casper
Gassed by second hand pollution
from industrial revolution
Lotion to lips
Pursed to pollute
minds to twenty one gun salute
A London hush lies
between the blinks
Its hard art to hear
but you can see it stink
between the milk and the sugar
Sadness shares a shudder
Stung and hung stiff on a thought
Behind white eyes
a london hush lies
between the lines
before a homeless man’s thinking time
is stolen in a flash
The bitter litter picker
knows love is a bar of soap
The subway subtracts sublime
and everybody on it knows
hate is a length of rope
Anonymous opposites
like photos and funerals
Semantics
Call me romantic
My pedantic eyes are the colour of the thames
Sigh
So the devil may cry me a river of spilt milk
so white my face float ghost like
Token taking a toke on a stereotype
A London hush lies
between the blinks
Its hard art to hear
but you can see it stink
between the milk and the sugar
Sadness shares a shudder
Stung and hung stiff on a thought
Behind white eyes
a london hush lies
between the lines
before a homeless man’s thinking time
is stolen in a flash
A London hush lies
between the blinks
Its hard art to hear
but you can see it stink.
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7. |
Jo
04:16
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"Jo"
She’s defenseless
to the lucid limbo
of tablet lull
Abiding to her minds white gates
Feeling the dream world walls
with animated R.E.M
and lag lip mummers
Touch
to wake
Skin shudders a bone scape
What’s funny to a dying woman?
Adjust adjust adjust
i just can’t
say
Sad knowledge of dependence
in the oak
Barks and cackles in a straight jacket of invasive smog
The rush
Rush through temple flushed
What’s funny to a dying woman?
A subtle panic
in her island eyes
Don’t dare give in
Rock a bye jo
Shipped side to ride
Grandma’s irish stone
hands swell
and determin
That nowt is funny to a dying woman.
Death wins fight
Hair from grey to white
Flowers bow to molly
alone in the hurtz that
dirts black brogues
as hurt slaps vogue
Wet under bent brollys
old suits burst
Two tone prayer
Tone deaf verse
Hum a hymn for sins
Bin book then can’t look
at an old body boxed cold
Sags way down in the hole
of my heart wants
is a warm hand to hold
to talk at let her time unfold
Snap back to the bar
Theres whiskey in my lap
but it’s dry in the jar
As Danny’s boys play with toys
Suits seem as silly as
Tears.
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8. |
Somitude
06:12
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"Somitude"
What does one start with
when describing what’s in here
I can’t describe this place
I can’t describe this fear
All I know is that where I lie now
there’s no sound
My senses take in
only natural sin
and the shit I thought grew out
I can’t talk about anything
that lies beneath my chest
I don’t let anyone in
This boy’s not thin
This hurt’s my burden blessed
Why don’t I feel the need
to surround myself with friends
I wonder if I bleed
will i feel anything
‘Cause this hurt’s so deep
It’s under my feet
I’m walking on my pain
There’s nothing left
No one to accept me
but the old familiar strain
All I know is that where I lie now
there’s no sound
My senses take in
only natural sin
and the shit I thought grew out
I can’t talk about anything
that lies beneath my chest
I don’t let anyone in
This boy’s not thin
This hurt’s my burden blessed
I lie here alone
satisfied in solitude
I don’t go where they go
I’m not obliged to follow you
I’m a rogue and I’m a punk
I don’t need your sympathy
I’ll dance on my own and I’ll get drunk
Why do i need to share that with somebody
All I know is that where I lie now
there’s no sound
My senses take in
only natural sin
and the shit I thought grew out
I can’t talk about anything
that lies beneath my chest
I don’t let anyone in
This boy’s not thin
This hurt’s my burden blessed
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