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Limited Edition 12" Marbled White Vinyl
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Limited Edition 12" Splatter vinyl
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lyrics
The white noise is wasting me.
A thousand spinning plates and nobody’s doing the dishes.
Breathe in, the body rises;
exhale and the mind sinks.
Cloying brains brought back from the brink,
another stimulant, another drink.
With coffee-stained nerves and finger-stained keys
furrowing digital fields, hands lashed to the plough
let it be this; let it be now.
Searching for meaning in the depths of the well,
in the wiring inside, in the ringing of bells.
The coding of elegance, the gatekeeping of eloquence
where sparking switchboards dazzle and dance into deference
where starry eyes meet light pollution,
where word of mouth meets gathered feet and dissolution.
We’re each kept in the dark as the black-bagging begins,
kicked out on the street for their sins. I won’t be dragging
my feet any more than they’re dragged through the mud,
hands riddled with wages; fists dripping with blood.
Why do the hungry pick all the food?
Why do the naked sew sequins, secluded in sweatshops?
Why do the capitalists blame those without jobs?
We’re all in, all in up to our necks;
Horizons foreshortened with your nose to the ground.
The wasting starts younger than birth;
the coping narcotics bloom neglect
and a face in the dirt.
A beating to sate latent hurt.
And, after all, things can’t get worse;
when it’s the third time this year
you’ve carried friends from a hearse.
As if for hunger we yearn.
As if to cauterise a burn.
I gazed into the tubes to find reason
and cathode rays beamed through my each, every nerve,
Persephone.
The natrescent glow of the after-dark Styx
and skin of white phosphorus leave me transfixed
on the monitor. And I see you there. And squinting revealing
these pixels depicting your fear.
The marble as cold as objectification.
No will of your own. Still passed between unfeeling hands.
With head to the glass, I wept.
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