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Culd
04:44
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And the ground grew culd, and under our feet
We hardly noticed the subtle atrophy
The shore recede, the forest cleared
Where ash may die
When the time was short, the rivers divide
The thaw and freeze, gradually ossified
A leaden stream, no tide to turn
No ash will burn
Oh, but where waters meet
Where there is truth, where there is you
Oh, dark waters alight
Where there is truth, where there is you
All the sorrow, love, and all the lustre’s gone.
My head, my hand
Darling, I had faith in you but you let me down again
Oh, you never had the power over that you thought you had
My head, my heart, my head – not around
Oh, loud voice, sharp words, dark memories
My head, my hand, my heart, when cherry’s not around
My head, my hand
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You look better in black and white
The camera never lies… but the photograph
Shimmer, sugar, surface, Ashmedai
Get thee behind me now
What do those hands do when they’re left to themselves?
Devices, entices
We’ve each built a shrine to ourselves
To throw stones, make offerings
You hover, ever gentle, on me
Ring bells, alarms clamouring
See the object, envy the prize
Come collect your bow and arrow, cock robin
Familiar, but we’re strangers yet
Disappear, but the closer we get
No ash will burn, but ash may die
Get the behind me now
Enough red to make St. Patrick’s blue blush
Idle, idols
We’ve all built a shrine to our selves
Throw stones, make offerings
Hands together, eyes closed call me
Sharp words, dark memory
See the object, value the prize
Come collect your bow and arrow
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3. |
Interlude 1
01:31
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4. |
Wanderer
05:46
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Ever gentle as you hover, peregrine. The broiling waters of Hareshaw Linn
Limbs disappear, radiate sunburst form from white, through orange and red
Into the depths of dark waters fall
Gather up your grave goods and left alone. Churning, leaving minerals in foam
Bull – you were ever with us. Even then, we were nowhere
Even then, found secluded
Wanderer – cut out valleys as you go. Wanderer
Now and never embrace, their sediments collide. Neither late nor early, that cold hillside
The valley liminal as ever. We eroded together. But you never left, you only changed with the vista
We offered up a penance in the sleet and stone
We were together in feeling alone. Now photographs belong to yet another shrine… mine
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Gabriel's Trumpet
09:05
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Asking questions like ‘how did we get here?’ maybe we’ve always been here, maybe we never really left
The sorrow solution we were born in arrivals and we die when we close the door
19 14 – was the date he arrived, let firmament rain down (apparently)
In the burned over, paranoid, closed up the worst is still here
Jump cut – bad luck, this quaint other eden, ever a private garden now we’re remembering we’re meant to be right at the end
Can I hear Gabriel’s trumpet? Or is it the four-minute warning?
Breathe kind words to a broken heart, a broken promise, cull all the ropes (silent)
Silver darlings (remember them?!) yield the ground to the black starling, forever ravenous… daring
Another moment where we got it all wrong, another god has abandoned us
Quiet, heightened, the lies that we tell ourselves, set to embarrass us anyway
Late is our worry now the dark days are already here
Curse our bad luck this quaint other eden was ever a private garden now we’re just realising we’re stuck on the opposite side
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Curse this drowned world, this fake other eden had cast out their heathens so many times before, we hardly knew
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6. |
Culdpoem
02:52
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7. |
Dark Days
06:25
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The dark days aren’t coming
The dark days aren’t coming
The dark days, the grief, unpleasant days, they’re already here
The dark days aren’t coming
The dark days aren’t coming
The dark days, the sad, uncommon days, they’re already here
The dark days aren’t coming
The dark days aren’t coming
The dark days, the anger, bitter days, they’re already here
How long will this moment last? How will we know when it’s over?
Because it’s all ready here.
When will this sad veil yield? When, apparent dawn rise day?
Because it’s already here.
How dark was the nigh, left dusting of stars out glittering
We were all of us down to bone and rags and we buried resentments, sentimentally
How dark was the night we gave our grave goods offerings
We shook hands in the light and made a promise not to forgive
The bull, sweet cherished relic.
This other eden, now drowned
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Octavia
05:36
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9. |
Interlude 2
04:12
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Culdirge
11:15
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Oh, dark waters draw me in and you can wash over if you like
There will still be ghosts on the walls, they hang from the ceiling – ghosts everywhere
All the sorrow, love, and all the lustre’s gone now Cherry’s not around
‘Darling, I had faith in you, but you let me down again’
My head, my hand, my heart, on Cherry’s borrowed time
My head, my hand, my heart ‘as birds come in to land’
August in summer, we walked with bone and rags
And in the woods we discovered what we knew all along
That there had been ghosts among the living, they haunt the objects on the table – haunt everything
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The Palps Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
[Good, wholesome, ethical music for fans of intellectual lo-fi prog
rock.]
The Palps' music has been described as "quietly monumental" and "cinematic", and at other times redolent of Sabbath and Sonic Youth.
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