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Who Was The AOB?
02:47
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who was the architect of the beat
design to filter your feet down market street?#
the pace will slow and the rhythm will soften
when faced with the worst that england has to offer
on the field and in the factory
learning to cope with each other's complacencies
what separates the many from the few?
it's a cigarette break and a telephone interview
like pythagoras lost in a medieval street pattern
a series of semi-serious conversations
lost in a maze of his own making
(every independent wants to be a chain)
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2. |
One Page Wonder
03:12
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the words will often come easy
to the prince of post-pageant punditry
always soaked in someone else's subsidy
but the proof is in the profundity
oh, here he comes
break out the bunting
his words hang heavy
like a forgotten cup of coffee
every sentence
creaking with hidden meaning
a gin and slimline tragicomedy
a penny for your epiphanies...
they possess a certain kind of symmetry
his shoulders tense under
an umbrella of malevolent energy
he has come to offer a fresh perspective
on penmanship, death and celebrity
the punters line up like pylons, crackling with ecstasy
words of whimsy tailored for maximum efficiency
as he collates the tale of the funniest thing
that never had to happen to me
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3. |
Official War Artist
01:48
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4. |
Crossing The Bridge
01:58
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5. |
D2D Salvation
02:25
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6. |
FAO: The Alchemist
01:06
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7. |
12 Months Service
03:38
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former star of the month
drags his obsolescent circuitry
across the pay & display
of a crumbling infirmary
in his inbox sits a cordial
invitation to spiritual and
physical annihilation
his coping mechanism kicks in
as he shimmies into the city limits
surrounded on all sides by buildings
of indiscriminate height
brothers and sisters
reduced to mere dots in the distance
their dreams have been mishandled
their corporal forms sure to be dismantled
you've lost your coat
you've lost your keys
you've forgotten the name
of either referee and
your one month rent
deposit fee?
you can forget it.
stand and await your fate
in 15 acres of open space
where i could hear
the bubble bursting
i could hear
the bubble
bursting
i could feel....
brothers
and periodistas
reduced to mere dots
in the near instance
now disassociate in
anticipation of an
ever approaching
witness statement
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mr vista & the trainee baristas Manchester, UK
false collective & made up label.
home of POWER USERS - lolloping, po-mo pre-cog dad-bod, avant-garage rock.
also featuring official war artist, whelpes, & others probably.
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