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Sheltering Lies
04:08
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Sheltering Lies
We live below sheltering lies,
contrasts drawn across the air,
like knives drawn in the night,
it took us so long to really scare this time.
We live below sheltering lies,
as others’ lives burn to sunder,
feeding us their charred remains
of glory and hope and it’s tangled wonder.
We live below sheltering lies,
lying naked below the leaves,
with only passing psychotropes, they
keep us warm, these errant sees.
We live below sheltering lies,
with tinderstick rooves and forgiving flames,
to light the remnants or our house we
call demise.
We live below sheltering lies,
we glide through phosphene altitudes,
riding on her rising scars,
we scrape away space for food and faith.
We live below sheltering lies,
they keep us safe in our lives’ holds,
prayers come, prayers grow,
in this ever darkened truth we know
we know,
we know,
we know.
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Scared of Swimming
06:49
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Scared of Swimming
Titus leaned in and laughed at what he’d seen,
the tyrannies of greed and the speed of change,
the hunger mongers’ conspicuous cravings,
the relentless reports of rain.
The elders hoarded guns and rations.
In the streets,
boats were built on sleepers.
In the streets,
there were hushed moonlit departures.
And we sailed, and we sailed, and we sailed.
The desert’s growing up North,
passed hapless Spanish irrigations,
the old ice flushing us,
cold, and clearly
there were these, and there were these
continuous orchestrated quietenings,
the stilling of a still yet raging nation.
There was gun metal terrors,
there was mass observations.
there were pills proving only too bitter
For those who could whisper,
‘no surrender.’
And we sailed, and we sailed, and we sailed.
So we started sending letters
about how seeing the new sea
told us whole old stories,
sung the children up,
told them where we stood
and where we’d been.
Here!
Giving thanks to the stars for speaking to us,
they told us we were not alone.
And we remember
the grief in the leaving,
And we remember
the deceiving we could not take anymore.
Our hearts the only mooring that we found,
since we slipped our leftover hills
To each other, to each other
And we sailed, and we sailed, and we sailed.
We remembered each other,
We remembered each other.
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3. |
Last Sounds
04:31
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Last Sounds
Take me back down
Where the grief stands cold alone
And I can pretend, I can pretend
Like a wounded hero in the sun
Take me back down
Where I can sip on my bone’s bitters
Wraught and snap broken
Watching dark stars leaping for the light
Take me back down
To glimpses of others on the edge of the world
In the speeded hushed up night
And the silent mornings of strangers
Take me back down
To where it never ends
And the needle drops silently
Glad at last, oh God, I’m glad at last
I’m ready, I’m ready
To hear the last sound before the last
I’m ready, I’m ready,
To hear the last sound before I’m past.
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4. |
Medicated-on-Sea
04:58
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Medicated-on -Sea
At Medicated-on-Sea
we made the waves at last,
watching the Sun
as it spattered mercury pools over mackerel shoals.
The glare drove our eyes to the horizon,
the glare drove our eyes to the horizon
curving from pier to pier.
Still and lost,
we drew on its endless calm,
the harming’s numbing hush
the crushing that had brought us.
We came to this ocean’s drifting kiss
where it gripped us,
trying to forgive us,
trying to forgive us
at the edge of our sea land.
Meanwhile the winds had changed
the turbulence at our backs,
the stacked hacks jabbering across coffee shops that
the new city of Hackney-on-Sea,
the new city of Hackney-on-Sea
was now no doubt the place to be,
was now no doubt the place to be.
At Medicated-on Sea,
where the sun runs out slowly,
we left that water’s edge
to a thousand-starling helix
black brush stroking the last chilling burn
settling in the dusk air,
to the herring gulls hunting burger scraps,
the leaning dinghies soliciting jailbreaks,
while the mugging continued briskly
in the corridors of the town,
while the mugging continued briskly
in the corridors of the town.
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Lensmen UK
Lensmen four piece are dark and atmospheric.
Formed in Stroud Gloucestershire in
2016 their explorations of the passions with diverse influences from post punk, new wave and psychedelia.
Drawing on themes of death, dying and property speculation they provide a soundtrack to our lives.
Alternating between hard and soft, quiet and loud, Lensmen tell the stories that bind us all together.
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