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Coming to Terms
04:06
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And only later have I noticed the proportions
Of the Cell:
Mother-like embrace
Father-like pat
Sister-like console
And it grows like the Four Tall Trees
Stretching out into
The Heavens
Of simple Pleasures
Of no way out
Those cold confines of the future
Those dark corridors of the promise
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Sour Sunset
05:11
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The sunset’s trembling before it
Falls with the slumber of swallows
I move my head ever slightly
Hoping I can now forget it
That at the end of the passage
That at the foot of the stairs
There’s a small door that leads
To a room in Josef F’s flat’s own image
In tiny folds of some days
In attics basements or lean-tos
Hidden behind the lids I see
I hear I sense the secret of silence
‘Cause the sunset’s turned sour again
It’s wading in crimson of a dying day
I’m watching TV with closed eyes
Turning away from the secret of silence
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Whenever James came back from work
We on the pavement looked at him
A faceless man with sagging arms
With blisters on his fingertips
He seemed to like the dirty slush
The comfort of grooved workday paths
But a sudden gust of wind blew close
“Beautiful Blueberries” across his feet
He ran straight home
And started to pack
Trousers and pants
And socks and shirts
A penknife from his dad
A jumper from his mum
A Tolstoy a Beckett
Packed in one bag
And then he rushed right out away
Sped down down down the streets
Of heavy hanging buildings’ fronts
Singing High Hopes at the top of his lungs
There was that ship about to leave
So James up up up the board
With mouth money to pay the toll
First on the deck to see his new thoughts born
On the deck with eyes fixed on the Far
Content to meet the promise of the Unknown
Blood flowing faster around his stiffened limbs
Eager to see in a mirror what he’d always feared
But a gust of wind chilled him to the bone
Putting out the fire in his flesh
He took out the jumper from his mum
And he started to have different thoughts
Having different thoughts
Having different thoughts
Having different thoughts about back home
And then he knew! He suddenly was sure!
He wasn’t going on ‘cause the current moved him back
He started up looking desperately for
A boatswain or a captain or whoever was in charge
“I want to get back! All’s been a bad mistake! (All is just a conspiracy of cartographers)”
“No, you can’t, sir, we’re midway on the sea”
James broke away in search of any PFD
Until he found a lifeboat and started rowing back
Rowing back, rowing back, rowing back, rowing back
Backbackbackbackbackback
Back, back, back, back!
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Oslo Kill City Poland
OSLO KILL CITY (2010-2016) was a three-piece band from Poland. They released three EPs: „Our Private Safari” (2013), "A Conspiracy of Cartographers" (2014), and "Clarity" (2015). . .
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