when the lyrics for this were written down, they actually went over the page, which was the first time that had ever happened. it was supposed to be the end of the album, and not the start
lyrics
dead letter christening one year of arrest stop copycat foreigner repeating in reverse that's real long division in a forced dialect stole off dead opposition left-sided relay something you forgot mister wire from A.C already died trying still asleep in the ruin as if he hadn't said as if not worth saying don't be all crucified and furious and lashes stare into the vent made me a promise and an enemy victorian roulette point counter-point counter-point as if he hadn't shown up singing them catfight blues come out of there on fire i was a fool to switch double standard double standard splitting hairs am i as in not to look at forced not to decided i watched til i could not and the last detail i could memorise play misty for me accidental counterfeit in this desperate hour waiting for the sentence eleventh hour promise i stole from the house an indifferent reversal i expect i expect wire from A.C had the opposite effect i missed the start of the ending and i can't afford to wait
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this is a living beast of a record, you can hear it heaving in feedback breaths in settlement and panting them out in old smoke, a feverish continuum of a record, each song an iteration of the last, I listen and I can't remember which song did what, cos they were all hauling for some golden horizon. eldudowski
supported by 4 fans who also own “beatings (four track demo)”
A most beautiful record with a groove that will make you want turn off the lights, burn a candle, drink a bottle of wine and enjoy the inspiring moment... past and present jofw