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We are talking with the other voices talking,
We are crowded, I am here, I am here
The air is something words can travel on,
The current shifts the tone, sometimes
The language isn’t mine, I find I lose you
Somewhere in there with all those words
And meanings, tones and feelings
What just happened? What just happened?
The air is dense and crowded, the sky abruptly clouded
Where did you come from?
Dusk and dawn and dusty, desert skies,
I am the centre of the storm, the letters swarm, collide,
And fix themselves together
I changed the weather
Nothing makes sense
I am here, I am here
Is it real
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Bread
03:41
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I am the underwater king of one current,
Hear me echo down to nothing.
Hear me cry, "My people, cometh!
Eat my body, fill your stomachs!"
I am patron saint of clicks,
Why does nothing ever stick?
Why are my people so ungrateful?
Eat my body have a plateful.
I am the anti-club king of low depth,
Reverb my platitudes in thy breaths.
I didn't interrupt my waking dead
For an audience of shaking heads.
Make a good song.
Make a bop.
Get a following.
Never stop.
Buy some new stuff.
Get a korg.
Right now, you're no bite and all bork.
I am the lo-fi queen of good grain,
The crops only grow in the rain.
The songs write when in pain.
The dog plays dead if he’s trained.
I am that back in style old gum.
I am that Frankenstein of no-one.
I am a past trend dragging my legs,
Remember me when I’m--
Make a good song.
Make a bop.
Get a following.
Never stop.
Buy some new stuff.
Get a korg.
Right now, you're no bite and all bork.
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Favourite Mug
01:46
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Waiting List
03:27
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Roots
03:23
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Everyday's The Same
01:44
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No Fangs Bared
02:52
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War On...
04:41
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You can't be torn of a habit
You can't reform a fascist
The ground up is built on bones
Of old Empire bodies and souls
Everything you own is magic
To the touch, everything you know
Never feels enough,
And what they steal from what you think you own
your blood, sweat, body and home
is unmatched next to the sap sucking
parasite, mouth dribbling sight,
oil drained from global south veins
our every day un-challenging the powers at home
is disdain for the exploited labour of foreign bones.
Every day’s the same
We’re gonna break
Intervention is terrorism
Prevention of national living
Sanction the means to feed
The workers means is a "villain"
And we're just sitting at home
Reading the paper they give us
Going "yeah, sounds right, yeah, we oughta be killing"
We oughta be sorting that mess out,
it's the gift we've been given by god
moral deliverance.
Funny when a country brings up the literacy rate
The BBC does a piece on dismantling the state
It's typical when then people fight for socialism
Banksy does a piece on authoritarianism
Every day’s the same
We’re gonna break
The cycle, starting
At the top,
The life they beg you not to stop
The money doesn’t trickle down
It trickles back into their cups
It trickles down into their cops
Who breathe beat us to the dust
Need to see a little blood.
You’re either one of them or one of us
They’ve got genocide on their tongue
You’ve for fight left in your lungs
Every troop and every cop is dirty,
And guilty of a wrong
Find where you belong.
Fangs bared, stay strong.
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Moths Dream of Sunshine
02:18
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Spoons
01:41
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my ponderings on change are stale
and lacking in the pocket,
i'm biting up my tail, i'm shooting
emails out to jobs,
they'll take me on a part time contract
i'm only part time well,
i'm only half a heart this week
i woke up, lost all my XP
Next please, they havent got the time for me,
sad, i had to waste all mine
I'll be back in bed, making beats,
and wishing someone got my mind.
Taking me days every other,
waste my energy on not crying,
pendulum moods, make me wonder where the time
went, it can all become so violent,
but my grasp is getting better,
though i'm still spending days in bed
because my map of helpful places
is still stained with danger red
I work with what i get, i guess,
i take each day in little steps
my ponderings on change are stale
and lacking in the pocket,
I work with what i get, i guess,
i take each day in little steps
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I Changed The Weather
02:34
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moving forward is easy
when they market researched
your thoughts, built cities on it
i for one cant breathe in the smog
so i had to build closets
but everyday is changing
and i am not the same
everyday is changing
and i am not the same
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Quiet Nights
02:29
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I will never remember this sun
So plagiarise our fading memories
Flame erupts for the love of smoke
Smoke brings the ghost of heat
Quiet nights like this, you and me
Forever
Fracturing everything
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jord UK
jord is a producer and songwriter, working from her bedroom, making songs about dust
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