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Rat in a skull
04:10
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You let another love wither and die
And wonder why,
You feel such revulsion
Every time you are obliged to make some sacrifice
You are back at Golgotha
And everything seems so small,
And your love so insignificant
That you let it slip,
And wander softly away,
You hold up your passion,
Against the window of history,
And nothing is illuminated
It remains a shadow,
Something dark and vague
A single thread
To a modest grave,
A single thread
To a modest grave
You are not asking
For a love of the ages,
Or something that rages
Against the dying of that light,
But something,
To get you through the night
But something to get you through that night
There is a terrible stillness,
A sudden pang of shame,
As you think, with a delicate sadness
Of your life, of your own things
Your own pathetic little pleasures
The TV crackles to a commercial
A sad happiness, just shy of contentment
Washes over you
Today is the day, just like any other day
Today is just another page,
In your history of loneliness
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You wish you could shed your skin
Begin again
A tender blank,
Something pure, forgotten
Cool clear water,
running through your fingers
The beauty of a blank foetus
Curled up tight,
with the elasticity of potential
That perfect still symmetry of a cross
Of a cloud crossing the sun
Of harr sweeping in off the ocean
Closing the frame
The darkened lens
Of your history clicking shut,
Like a noose, snapping taut
You’ve forgotten every memory
you were ever taught
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A passive apocalypse
05:05
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As a child you dreamt of nuclear war
It did not scare you it felt like deliverance
You obsessed over the range of Soviet missiles
You took out your school atlas
and in pencil tried to work out the distance between Moscow and your home
You long to feel this dread for Russia
For something so clean, and simple,
As a rain of missiles,
An endless rain of missiles
One catastrophe and then nothingness
A purity
You want the Soviet Union to devour you
Within its cold grey steel and obsolescence
You conclude that the problem with modern life is this
Doomsday is too diffuse
The cold war was mankind at its apex
A balanced scale of mutually assured self destruction
To you this sounds like a metaphor
For a perfect kind of love
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I am Skeleton
03:54
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There is a deception that lies between us cold and harsh,
Like a dagger beneath a mattress,
All that would become us has departed us,
like the dregs of a party spilling into a rain swept night
All empty shouts and hollow echoes,
broken promises turning sour on the lips,
heads drop and hearts fail,
but the hunger remains,
ancient as the night
Another night, another drink, another girl,
always the first, always the first,
and never the last and never to last
In the morning the baubles and charms of our affection,
are just tarnished tinsel in the weak winter light,
Christmas decorations left out in the rain,
waiting for collection with all the other trash
Take us away, take us home, take us away from here,
from these broken, tired, unspoken words,
meaningless gazes and hands that lead from the bedroom to the grave
I am drained,
I have no blood left in these veins to give you,
I am done,
I miss you,
but I am skeleton
I am skeleton
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Requiem for a Wolf
06:04
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Canaan Balsam Edinburgh, UK
Canaan Balsam is an electronic musician based in Edinburgh, Scotland.
Canaan’s work
explores the dead space between ambient and new age music; the liminal zone between the harshness of industrial and the beatific serenity of devotional music.
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