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Bible Study
04:58
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The bookmark that juts from your Bible
Is patterned with smiling bears
With their saccharine, scared
Drawn-on faces
They whimper unanswered prayers
Pop stickers cover your Bible
Like a greying and gathering mould
Leaving ghostly gum imprints behind them
As you pick at their flakes and grow old
Quam Singulari
Jezu Słodki!
Eyes burnt by transubstantiation,
I'm blind in my subjugation
To a wedding dress
Under the veil
Child bride of Christ
You’ve broken the back of your Bible
Its spine of inoperable strings
Hangs slack in a library laminate
Whilst you think on involuntary things
You are never without your first Bible
For your whole adult life it sits tight
Maimed and unread in your pocket
And silently spoiling each night
Quam Singulari
Jezu Słodki!
Hands burnt by my temptation,
I'm weak in my supplication
To the devil's breast
Under the veil
Child bride of Christ
Under the veil
Child bride of Man
LJ & EG
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2. |
Missing Person
03:48
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You’ve become a reflex
A muscle memory
Something I don’t see
An unclaimed used-to-be
You’ve become a reflex
A muscle memory
Something I don’t see
An unclaimed used-to-be
Your face, can’t place, you’re killing me
Your photo-fit facsimile
Your voice so clear and yet so far
A synapse snaps and there you are
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
You’ve become a concept
Something ill-defined
I grimace from a distance
Trying to be kind
You’ve become a concept
Something ill-defined
I grimace from a distance
Trying to be kind
Your face, can’t place, you’re killing me
Your photo-fit facsimile
Your voice so clear and yet so far
A synapse snaps and there you are
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
Your face, can’t place, you’re killing me
Your photo-fit facsimile
Your voice so clear and yet so far
A synapse snaps and there you are
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
- LJ
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3. |
Life-Size Marilyn
04:26
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Sun-bleached
Warped card
Jumbo Cut-Outs Of The Stars
Missing lower left arm
Shop-bought face of static calm
Vicarious living!
Brought back at last!
She’s anyone’s friend
When the copyright’s passed
Carry her round Budgens
Carry her through town
Carry her to Parents’ Night
Carry her upside down
Long drives to ex-wives
Strapped into the Ford
The card gets bent about the neck
Car boot sale once you’re bored
Life-Size Marilyn
Life-Size Lara Croft
Life-Size Jennifer Aniston
Life-Size Carmen Electra
Loyal as dogs
There for you
Like the coathanger mimics
The human shoulder
Like the coathanger mimics
The human shoulder
-LJ
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4. |
Die Tryin'
06:29
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Nah nah nah nah nah nah
La Vida de Rodilla
Shhhhh.. Cool your jets…
I first encounter my plastic likeness
In a shop window
On a friendless afternoon in 1980
I am fourteen, she is a US Size Four
I wear a tracksuit patterned with cartoon mice
She wears a fishnet dress
Over a fluorescent swimsuit
I hide under matted hair
She stares eyelessly
Through smash-proof glass
As overheating spotlights
Bounce off of her bald head
It is something
To aspire to
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
La Vida de Rodilla
Shhhhh.. Cool your jets…
Eight years later I am charged
With stockroom duty in the same store
My daydream souring as I grapple
With a new shipment
Of bubble-wrapped mannequins
I match heads to necks and legs to thighs
Unpeeling swathes of plastic
From kind-eyed disembodied faces
And torsos with cut-glass hipbones, US Size Two
When my wordless colleague
Leaves the room for a moment
I steal a glance at the mirror
In the corner and find myself lacking
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
La Vida de Rodilla
Shhhhh.. Cool your jets…
The century ends
And I have worked my way up
To Deputy Part Time Window Dresser
Late nights are spent pinning polyester
Around frail resin waists
My focus broken occasionally
By a bang on the glass
From a passing stag party
Or a set of reddened eyes
Staring and staring from a parked car
Exposed to this nocturnal audience
Whilst I struggle to loop a fake arm
No bigger than a child’s
Through a Size Nil blouse
I wonder if they are comparing me to her
My clumsy contorted flesh
Versus her immaculate deadness
Before slipping on a discarded wig
And colliding with the windowpane
I feign polite interest
As my life flashes before my eyes
And I hope that there’s a next time
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
La vida de rodilla
Shhhhh
Cool your jets
Shhhhh
Cool your jets
Words by LJ
(With abridged chorus lyrics by EG)
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5. |
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Anna Home
When did you come from?
Anna Home
When you comin home?
Back when you made
The Doppleganger
It’s mirror eyes
Sharp as glass
Cut my childish mind
in two..
The Young Person's Guide To Going Backwards In The World
Back when all I knew ....
Suicide Saturdays
Moulding strange faces
Blank Generation Beach
Breaking my nose,
When all was out of reach...
The blood clots forming
Inside my nose
The clay that squeezed
In-between toes
‘The Changes’ which formulated your dreams
You passed them back to me it seems
Anna Home
When did you come from?
Anna Home
Did you belong?
Anna Home
You slipped out from my dreams
Dramarama-rama,
Anna Margaret Home
Dramarama-rama,
Anna Margaret Home
The Young Person's Guide To Going Backwards In The World
- EG
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In Santa Mira
Something’s creeping nearer
Don’t look in the mirror
There’s something to fear-ah
On the seventh day
God hung up her peg
But Boo Boo’s hanging in on
Her eighth leg
Years are turning into days
She’s crawling around in a daze
Devising her diabolical stage
Professor Boo Boo invents the Plague
A scholar scorned
In a world cursed
On the Sabbath you're Born Again
But under-rehearsed
She turned her mind into a web
With formulas inside her head
The Petri dish in the kitchen sink
Disease spreading like black ink
First we laughed, then we coughed
Then our ears and nails fell off
And now we’re leaking
Orange fluid..
Boo Boo’s the one who foresew it
On the seventh day God
Hung out to dry
But Boo Boo’s hanging onto
Her eighth eye
Spinning into a biblical rage
Professor Boo Boo
Invents the Plague
Yoo Hoo
Professor Boo Boo
Boo Hoo
Professor Boo Boo
Who knew?
Professor Boo Boo
- EG
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7. |
Third Level
08:45
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It’s an active volcano
Shift
Crack
Fractures
The heat beneath our feet
The magma rises buoyantly
Kagu-tsuchi
Forged into myth
Before you and me
Geothermal energy
Forged before you and me
Forged into myth
It’s an active volcano
Forged in the earth
Before you and me
Kagu-tsuchi
Forged into myth
Before you and me
Geothermal energy
This is where
Forged into myth
This is where
Forged before you and me
The third level comes in
Shift, Crack
Fractures
Oil - well? Oil - well?
Conspiracy theorists!
Divergent boundaries
The heat beneath our feat
The Polynesians knew this
She who shapes, the sacred land
-EG
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