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Evil Clocks P1
04:53
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Outside, outside. I remember, I remember everything.
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Geordie Robertson 2008
My baby klaks, like the teeth of a shotgun cow,
dead meat, hits the killing floor.
My baby ticks, like a deathwatch beetle,
waiting patiently beneath, linoleum.
I dreamt I was homeless, wandering the strange avenues
In a daze lost and lonely, I called out for you.
My baby fucks, fucks like a hurricane,
tearing up the coastline at, break-neck speed.
My baby fucks, fucks like a hurricane,
tearing up the coastline at, break-neck speed.
I dreamt I was homeless, wandering the strange avenues
In a daze lost and lonely, I called out for you.
I dreamt I was home lying in, your arms like a child.
Until laughing and loved I, kissed you awake.
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Wordplay
08:24
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Wordplay Angie MacIvor 2009
Disturbing the heart and the head,a heaviness descends.
Words spoken in a tongue of flame.
The three-eyed demon of, lust, envy and deceit;it knows your name.
Close your eyes, nothing will be the same.
Close your heart, only way to escape the pain.
Pull away, retreat into yourself.
If you feel nothing you won't feel your own heart break.
Inspiring deep feelings of dread, another chapter ends.
Mere tokens in a heartless game.
The three sweet angels, fall on their knees and cry, they cry in vain.
Close your eyes, nothing will be the same.
Close your heart, only way to escape the pain.
Pull away, retreat into yourself.
If you feel nothing you won't feel your own heart break.
Disturbing the head and the heart, like actors playing a part,
words spoken in a strangers tongue.
Inspiring deep feelings of dread, another chapter ends,'til the story begins again.
Close your eyes, nothing will be the same.
Close your heart, only way to escape the pain.
Pull away, retreat into yourself.
If you feel nothing you won't feel your own heart break.
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Scales Of The Ebony Fish
05:40
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Scales of the ebony fish, the blind poet's wish, as the cities lie dying.
Tales of the mariner's rime, the song of a time, the dawn of denying.
And this, the moment of naught when all that we've got
are the bones of past movement.
This, the age of decay, the era when day,
is no different than night.
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Settling Of Bones
05:20
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Part 1: Convent
From Ben Jonson's (1572-1637) The Masque Of Queens
Dame dame, the watch is set.
Quickly now we all are met.
From the lakes and from the fens,
from the rocks and from the dens,
from the woods and from the caves,
from the church-yards and the graves,
from the dungeon, from the tree,
that they died on, here are we.
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Part 2: Hags 1
From Ben Jonson's (1572-1637) The Masque Of Queens
I have been gathering wolves' hair,the mad-dog's foam and the adder's ears.
The spurgings of a dead man's eyes,and all since the evening star did rise.
I last night lay all alone on,the ground to hear a man-drake groan.
I plucked him up though he grew full low.And as I had done the cock did crow.
Under the cradle I did creep,by day and when the child was asleep.
I had a dagger; what did I with that? Killed the infant to have her fat.
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Part 3: Mad Night,
From Ben Jonson's (1572-1637) The Masque Of Queens
The owl is abroad, the bat and the toad,and so is the cat-a-mountain.
The ant, the mole sit both in a hole,and frog peeps out of the fountain.
The dogs do bay and timbrels play, the spindle now is turning.
The moon is red, the stars have fled, but all the sky is burning.
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Part 2: Hags 1
From Ben Jonson's (1572-1637) The Masque Of Queens
I have been gathering wolves' hair,the mad-dog's foam and the adder's ears.
The spurgings of a dead man's eyes,and all since the evening star did rise.
I last night lay all alone on,the ground to hear a man-drake groan.
I plucked him up though he grew full low.And as I had done the cock did crow.
Under the cradle I did creep,by day and when the child was asleep.
I had a dagger; what did I with that? Killed the infant to have her fat.
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Part 6: Hags 3
From Ben Jonson's (1572-1637) The Masque Of Queens
The scritch-owl's eggs and the feathers black.
Blood of the frog and the bones in his back.
The worm in the mouth of the dog's remains.
I killed a black cat and here are the brains.
I went to the toad breeds under the wall.
I charmed him out and he came at my call.
I scratched out the eyes of the owl before.
I tore the bat's wings; what would you have more.
Yes I have brought to help our vows, horned poppy and cypress boughs.
The fog-tree wild that grows on tombs,and juice that from the larch-tree comes.
Basilick's blood and the viper skin.
And now our orgies let's begin.
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Evil Clocks P2
02:47
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14. |
Convent Demo
06:23
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Part 1: Convent
From Ben Jonson's (1572-1637) The Masque Of Queens
Dame dame, the watch is set.
Quickly now we all are met.
From the lakes and from the fens,
from the rocks and from the dens,
from the woods and from the caves,
from the church-yards and the graves,
from the dungeon, from the tree,
that they died on, here are we.
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15. |
Mad Night Demo
08:13
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Part 3: Mad Night,
From Ben Jonson's (1572-1637) The Masque Of Queens
The owl is abroad, the bat and the toad,and so is the cat-a-mountain.
The ant, the mole sit both in a hole,and frog peeps out of the fountain.
The dogs do bay and timbrels play, the spindle now is turning.
The moon is red, the stars have fled, but all the sky is burning.
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16. |
The Rebel Wheel Ottawa, Ontario
Steeped in dark cinematic soundscapes and complex, turn-on-a-dime arrangements, The Rebel Wheel features a frenetic mix of rock aggression, complex compositions and unpredictable odd-meter vamps. Originally formed in 1991 as a fusion-based midi ensemble, the floating lineup has gradually focused on a modern, more performance-oriented, genre-blending Prog. ... more
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