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I've devolved
I can no longer read
No eloquence
I can't express what i mean
It’s the age of information
And I’ve never felt so dumb
It must be due to some failing in the mechanism
That’s why I feel numb
It must be due to some failing in the mechanism
It’s why I’m coming undone
I fall into the carpet
Then stand up as if suddenly inflated
Learn to put it away
Shut the lid
Even on nice days bad things can happen
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I am a flesh vessel
With illicit cargo
And I constantly wrestle
With the limitless unknown
Out on the frontier zone
Rain inside the windows
What defines ‘living’
Just reproduction and growth
The golden pendant starts to shine
A transcendent ray of light
The screen of appearance breaks down
I am shown
I now know
Pass me the silver scopes
I’ll lift them to my eyes
So I can enhance
An incapable mind
I’ll look so far in time
I’ll catch up with the past
An unending line
Where first meets last meets first meets last
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Open up the floodgates
Give you the spill
I’ve got the type of veins
That make you ill
Open up the flood gates
I’m still a fool
I was gonna ride somewhere cool
I was gonna take you
I was gonna take you with me
I can do these things with no one else
Live these things with no one else
I was gonna take you with me
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Out of the Picture
04:15
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And now You’re shut in
An egyptian mausoleum
And it's cluttered with all your things
Screens and shoes
Junk no one needs
If you wait
Too long to tell her
You'll be left
Out of the picture
Oil paints they dry
Over a long stretch of time
And old Tutenkamun’s
Dead eye balls stare at you
Eternal unease, you are doomed
If only you
Had been quicker
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Haunt the Airwaves
04:34
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And never stop
Be a body for as long as you can
Not some smoke
Be a human man
Not a grey ghost
I can't touch with my hand
The crumbs you drop
Don't guide you back
My spinning head falls through the cracks
Heavy breath clouding up the screen
Tear my eyes away from peeping tom
Pictures that appeal
Disappointed by former heroes
Sick of being the butt of jokes
Coming home
I’ve been away
She still haunts the airways
Beer all the time
On chicken-bone road
Brown bag alley
Liquid coast
Weight-lifting stranger
Scowling alone
Mutant gangs
And traffic cones
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7. |
Don't Try It
02:15
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I was playing the Field Mice
You asked if it was Felt
You drunken fool
You are tall and unpunctual
I guess you think that’s cool
Don’t try it, keep quiet, keep it to yourself,
When you left i went into your bedroom to snoop
It’s the first thing i do
I pretend this house is mine
I tell people i am you
Don’t try it, keep quiet, keep it to yourself.
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8. |
Slow Legs in the Dream
03:07
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I try to be nice, i’m a disciple of hell
Struck by the sight of a shaven headed girl
I step outside then back into my shell
Looping thoughts begin to unfurl
Yeah
Oh yeah
I feel like a metre stick on the varnished floor
Of an old classroom that is so brown
I’m a dried out plant completely at her mercy
Waiting for a drink for her to nurse me
Slow legs in the dream
Not like a physical being
I don't know what it means
Just an amalgamation of a lot of things
To the autodrome with the best intentions
Forget all the things i wanted to mention
I’ll end up with a few good stories
To recount and bask in former glories
Yeah
Oh yeah
Pulling down the picket fences
Over stimulating the tactile senses
Action stations
Cubes and stars and rings
Saturated to the point of bleed.
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Precious Segments
03:29
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Sitting in the vestibule
Wondering when Is the right time to pass through
Despite all its majesty
This place reeks of tragedy
Fold me up
Put me away
All the precious segments
Don’t slot into place
It’s not the world who has forgotten you
It’s you who has failed to move on
Now we face mass idiocy
This place reeks of tragedy
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Fence
03:16
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I can’t deal with a pained expression
I don’t want my reflection
In those sad eyes
I will sympathise
I try to be nice
Five years pass by like nothing at all
And i’ve been sitting right on the fence
It’s an electric one you can’t lean against
so i‘m stuck up high
I try to be nice
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Team Up
02:31
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My elephant son
My elephant son at the end of my gun
My elephant son
We’ll never team up
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Basement
05:31
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There's a thing i want you to see
Come with me
Another time maybe it will be back
We’ll take the same track
For now let’s wait together
Try not to talk so clever
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DIGNAN PORCH UK
DIGNAN PORCH create their own skewed variant of power pop, psychedelic indie jangle and
punk.
Whilst heavy on noise and thrills, there’s sadness beneath the skin of the band's warped visions, seeping into the fabric of the sound.
With a strong DIY spirit running through all their activity, DIGNAN PORCH have built a loyal following.
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