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I Land
03:41
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Off to find me a high place
To watch the day come in
In the waxy end of summer stasis
I'm a hot breeze through the inner districts
Trying words out on my tongue
You win some when lonesome
I need no one
I need no one
I need no one
I need no one
Now the sky is bloodied and bruising
As I count what I have left
Nothing was taken but for illusions
And I have the whole place to myself
And O! truth's like electric currents
Through my boots
The right kind of two kinds
Of solitude
I need no one
I need no one
I need no one
I need no one
Cross the Gürtel to the library
Climbing 103 steps
While the hills stretch out behind me
Doubled over trying to catch my breath
Count time in moments of clarity
Today I will be all I need
And all hail to the rising sun
All hail to the rising sun
All hail to the rising sun
I need no one
I need no one
I need no one
I need no one
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2. |
At Eye Level
03:24
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I was a body
Now I’m a symbol
I am dressed
I am covered
I am distinguished
From another
How do I look?
How do I see?
How do I seem?
How should I be?
At eye level
I was a body
Made from a model
I am blessed
I am repressed
Guilty or welcome
By association
How do I look?
How do I see?
How do I seem?
How can I be?
At eye level
Went from an outline
To an icon
To a button
You can click on
What are my functions?
What are my uses?
Can I be moulded?
Can I be lucid?
Comprised of organs
Of many skins
Am I more vicious
More viscous
Than I admit?
How do I look?
How do I see?
How do I seem?
What do I mean?
At eye level
I had a vision
Victor and victim
From a loner
To a killer
Am I insane?
Am I in pain?
If I was once
Will I always be that way?
Tied to my birth
Tied to my nation
Tell me my worth
Tell me my station
What’s in a name?
What’s in a face?
On each encounter
We leave our trace
My past and future
Fixtures to frame it
How my emotions drive my observations
How I view
And group the world
And how I feel
Affects how I formulate it
No longer fluid,
But crystallised
We need markers
To locate each other by
Now I’m a sign
A signifier
A plus and minus
Narrativising
A single object
From a composite
I was a body
I’m just a body
At eye level
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3. |
Tunnelvision
04:17
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The spines of moonlight
Tremulous
From footsteps
How we’ve tried
To climb
The shrieking pipes
From the depths
Born below
Ever-bowed
Minds transfixed above us
Til it’s all I can see every time our eyes meet
Just trying to get out/ Are we / Just trying to get out
Stretching up
Not a rat, I’m a shoot
My future is up there
Stretching up
With a nail, with a tooth
Feeling a universe of yearning
A raised bouquet
Of fingertips
To the ceiling
Is that
The one
That leaves you
Kicking and screaming?
Oh that night
Of disquiet
Be enough to believe in
Cause it’s all I can see
Every time our eyes meet
Just trying to get out / Are we / Just trying to get out
Stretching up
Not a rat, I’m a shoot
My future is up there
Stretching up
With a nail, with a tooth
Feeling a universe of yearning
The torrent
As it swells
Behind those crooked teeth
The drip
That slips
In fitful steps
Down your throat
In the wee small hours
I might just have
The queen of the mud to myself
The most beautiful rat
In all of the sewer
As the two bright pins
In the pools of your eyes dissolve
Just trying to get out / Are we / Just trying to get out?
Stretching up
Not a rat, I’m a shoot
My future is up there
Stretching up
With a nail, with a tooth
Feeling a universe of yearning
Clawing up, I’m crawling out
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4. |
Turn it Over
04:03
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To tie a tie
To say goodbye
To make unique
Or make alike
The doing
And undoing
Of everything
To make a hole
To make a whole
Just as the sculptor
From blocks of stone
Every cleft retrieving
From the infinite
To the definite
That's the trick
Turn it over in my hand
Let it catch the light
Turn it over in my head
Hand to eye
So into the abyss I tripped
Arse over tit
To throw rings round the infinite
But as a I reached
They split
Now tendrils teem about my head
Might I ever encounter the thing itself
And retrieve it?
Because it gets heavy
To carry
So many fragmentary
Pieces
Turn it over in my hand
Let it catch the light
Turn it over in my head
Hand to eye
And oh it's a dark cloud
But it's my design
Turn it over in my hand
Let it catch the light
Loosen certain certainties
For a hiccough of an epiphany
Just beyond me
Perhaps there's nothing more
To it than that
Just taking things apart
And trying to put them back
Knowing when to think
And when not to think
That's the trick
Turn it over in my hand
Let it catch the light
Turn it over in my head
Hand to eye
And oh it's a dark cloud
But it's my design
Turn it over in my hand
Let it catch the light
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Since the word Einsam means 'solitary' (literally 'One-some'), it made sense for a solo project by someone called Sam.
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