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Who put Bella in the wych elm?
Who shook the hand of glory?
Who tore a hole in purpura?
Can four boys tell one story?
Now Jack he dreams of hair and teeth
A wedding ring, a skull in a tree
Did he? Dead he?
Who put Bella in the wych elm?
When war is a cloak for a killer
Who sinks a ship as a whisperer?
Was she a spy or a singer?
Now Joe he dreams of hair and teeth
A wedding ring, a skull in a tree
Did he? Dead he?
Who put Bella in the wych elm?
Black car, asleep in a wood
In a field where a ghost once stood
Who put Bella in the wych elm?
Is he beyond the jury?
Who put Bella in the wych elm?
Where is the court of the earthly?
Who put Bella in the wych elm?
Who died last in the Tower?
Who put Bella in the wych elm?
She fell from the sky like a flower
Now Tom he dreams of hair and teeth
A wedding ring, a skull in a tree
Did he? Dead he?
Black car, asleep in a wood
In a field where a ghost once stood
Who?
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Bye Bye Behçets
02:15
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Bye bye Behçets
A thread bound Hulusi to ‘gale cereal’
To nail signs that prove it
“Bye bye Behçets”, so said Hulusi
A road made of silk
The skin you don’t show me
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Concepción Ybarra
02:53
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Royal Free Disease
05:16
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Asleep in the Royal Free Disease
My dreams seem infected
A fool took the heads off the sheep
This war for the trees, the birds and the bees
The dust clouds they blind you
The flies in the meat they find you
The moon shines on scavengers
The moon shines and scavenges
I realised too late it’s you, it’s me, it’s you, it’s me
We’re lucky we’re just a pinprick in time
The eye lost the needle when you changed your mind
Fold me like paper, in water, in wine
This ghost ship it’s floating ‘cross continents
This hell it’s a lonely sea
Till we slip off horizons, collapse and greet the Beast
How could you disguise this tale of two tired eyes?
This creature of habit, this beast of belief is just a museum piece
This joker’s a thief, your country’s asleep
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Ouroboros
03:07
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Three Went To Sea
02:31
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Where’d you go, Bas Jan Ader?
Seagulls circle like boxers in a poem that’s caught running backwards
‘Ocean Wave’ was a grave that can’t be caught
Where’d you go, Donald Crowhurst?
Hoping still that your boat might reach the edge of worlds
And the silence drifts away from the shame inside your head
Where’d you go, Arthur Cravan?
Lost at sea like a greyhound down a rabbit hole
Through a prism, disinterred like a god without a stone
While the world thought you missing
Caught in wars like a million ghosts
Before your wife’s premonitions, you alone off the coast of Mexico
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There was a time I could recite the places where I nearly died
But now those lies like lemmings’ suicide have lost their purpose
My grandfather thought he was Hemingway’s bride
But taken by a lion they called him:
“The Man With The Hole In His Thigh”
And they say: “Roll Up, Roll Up”
Upon the backs of men you’d soon despise
You meet no Doctor, and to the Nile
A thousand miles, the sky’s horizon, blood-blue eyes
But now you are momentum, you’re aerodynamite
You gathered speed, you talked to kings
Of open fields, of cradled genocide
You’re holed up in Akron, Ohio
And now your dreams they swing from beams
Collapse unseen, without a sigh
There must be better ways to die than in a twisted wreck of fire
Like maybe in a fight, a knife that flashed, or just some virus
Or caught in gunfire in the night, or maybe too much sunshine?
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The heart is a lonely hunter
That leaves two holes in your mind
Then flees, unseen, to a desert
That no map can describe
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Poor Me
07:31
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Flavor Bud Living
02:29
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Palmyra Pacifica
07:24
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Chris Rainier London, UK
some kind of folk music. various microtonal guitars, weissenborn [a hollowneck lap steel, often with preparations]…also occasional singing, and other instrumental odds and ends.
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