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(Intro Slide)
00:36
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Brand Ambassador
02:44
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brand ambassador
brand ambassador
best friend of every apprentice,
dead wrestler and emergency dentist
brand ambassador
brand ambassador
"your cops must be under cover"
as he casts a spell on every corner
on every corner / on every corner
choreographer
of extreme street-theatre
an unceasing work of drama,
as captured on every security-camera
brand ambassador
in the future yugoslavia
his life was an open agenda
and he met his end in a riverside render
a riverside render / a riverside render
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3. |
Top Comic
02:36
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everybody's favourite court jester
in a second failed attempt at adolescence
in a city centre context he was feeling effervescent
medieval imp in a netflix special
spilling himself on the altar of free expression
backstage reflexologist
his back catalogue in the bargain bin
the desolation of the dressing room mirror
two dead eyes on the DVDVDVD cover
'tis the season to say sorry
'tis the season to say sorry
'tis the season to say sorry
surging over the border
of ceremonial counties
ceremonial counties
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4. |
Origin Myth
04:37
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come and see our city before it sinks
pick a spot in the six yard box
of the pitches waterlogged
he operates outside of office hours
so do not leave the door unlocked, my dear
cos out in the communal swimming pool
there is a sudden induction for his newest recruits
a rotting, swollen wooden beam
watching the final ferry leave
(flick the silt from off his lips)
there goes custodian of the origin myth
flicking the silt from off his broken lips
they say he was born in the back of uber
they say he was conceived in an air bnb
face wrought deep with desire lines
the dead still ring his doorbell at night
his calling cards still litter the beds of artificial rivers
come and see our city before it sinks / come and see our city before it sinks / come and see our city before it sinks /
come and see our city before it sinks
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5. |
Gatwick Drones
04:30
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here is your prisoner of split-second decisions
his piano-led death-sentence is polluting the atrium
everything seemed easier at 3,000 feet
or when stuffing your glove-box
with V.A.T receipts
"i was only searching for the centre"
(lying through his tea-stained teeth, in saturated scenery)
I got a fistful of ostmarks, image rights to die for
a dream of a proper metropolis, a kiss for my co-conspirator
according to his televised confession - we are merely servants to the centre / we are merely servants to the centre.
"i was only searching for the centre"
"i was only searching for the centre"
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6. |
Office Radio
03:29
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i got my orders through the office radio
i got my orders through the office radio
you never know who isn't listening
when you're redefining mediocrity
this one goes out to the meritocracy
a coded warning for a common enemy
it's so easy to flick onto the wrong frequency
as gossip and whispers will stiffen into official policy
cat shit in the sprinkler system
back-flips in the mental gymnasia
this warehouse only has one storey
starting and ending with a formal warning
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7. |
(Appendix)
01:00
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8. |
God Help Us
02:35
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i'm looking up the latin for "not in my back yard"
so I can turn our family crest into a coat-of-arms
flooding into cul-de-sacs in a state of self-hypnosis
muttering through your letter-box:
"there's no place like the coal-face...
...no place like the coal-face, no place like the coal-face"
and every village idiot will want to do his bit
see the fresh insignia on every pedestrian bridge
a legacy of over-zealous intercontinental hot-deskers
centuries of heavy petting distilled into a whispered "god help us..."
"god help us, if there is no war"
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9. |
Here Stood A Wall
06:42
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human taxidermist in an easy-iron shirt
steps onto the concourse where the incident occurs
and sends the insect sailing up into manchester sky
as half a million people take one step to the right and hold tight
here stood a wall
of no clear purpose
a sleep-starved eccentric
with an unquenchable thirst for an ending
his travel-card had opened up a strange new stargate
he steps on through to make good on his end of the bargain
here stood a wall
here stood a wall
here stood a wall
here stood a wall
(human taxidermist)
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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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