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Casper

by Mate

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1.
Ode to OD 03:32
"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.
2.
Casper 02:04
"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.
3.
Salt 03:14
"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.
4.
"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
5.
"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.
6.
Isambard 05:29
"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.
7.
Jo 04:16
"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.
8.
Somitude 06:12
"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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"Casper" our debut album is dedicated to and in memory of Clive Egginton who passed away two years ago today.

Mate
September 30th 2016


Kingdome Recordings (2016)

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released November 17, 2016

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