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Painters of Happiness
03:09
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Where have you been
The skipping rod's folded
On the board liking pages you Skippy
Intelligent net - bombarded
Funny faced, up for grabs
Dependent on parasite sites
And all the king's horses, arriving
Reflected in mirrors of them shops -
had been broken -
Narrow and minded equilibrium
Supplying drugs for the status quo ORACLE
The battle of Tripoli staged
Painters of Happiness
Funders of the formula
Supporters of worthy
And knowledge
Who invited
Those troops to play?
Living a good life, in economic measures -
Who staged the play?
And despite your rejection
Might you launch at any moment
Money is only better than Money
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Terrace on the seaside, growing wild herbs
In the garden, her love turned to hate
A ruler - the queen of hearts
Pointing at her, look out, look out, look out
Like pigs to blood, it's like Marilyn Monroe
All get out, all aboard, on a tight rope
Making yourself larger than life
Make yourself happy (nothing human)
Free love - the roost for guys
Terribly commercial
I'm the play, I'm the writer
I'm the actress - projecting myself
See yourself in it, see yourself naked
You look like Greta Garbo
You look like a puppet
Ying and yang, you just like whatever
Fame is a misunderstanding surrounding a name
Fame is a misunderstanding surrounding a name
Fame is a misunderstanding surrounding a name
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Puppet
03:56
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I am the empty spirit
I fuel your expectation
Come to me
Squeeze your eyes
You are a puppet
I am your doll
Keep me in your pocket
Take me somewhere where it's nice
I'm your perpetual device
Call me
Render me still
Call me I'm your puppet
Call me, preciouses
Moving along - in absence
Move in style
Move another millimetre -
Move another mile
Call me icing-sugar
like you did before
Call me puppet
Before you close the door
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Clair
04:17
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She turns into the corner
looks for something on the shelf
In the frozen bit she looks
And seems disappointed
And it's not there
Can it be that what she's looking for
Is both on the shelf and in a fridge?
Never finding either
She is walking straight in line
But the other line is broken
She is shopping for her life
And the morning motors running
Snake in road, pelican state
Galloping man, wings she can fold
Clair you are late - you are a living
Crossing abroad, buying a life
Someone else is
Knitting or stitching
If you have a pleasure
Put it in a bag
Collecting measures
Will become
Turning glass into gold - your medicine
Clair - your real break will come
She steps outside of the shop
Leaving a frozen step
Clair, you've got too much hair
Looking at
Her foot -
Steps in the air
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5. |
And She Is Everywhere
02:45
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And she is everywhere
On the fabric spreads fast
Making movements on pavements
She works hard
Blight bubbles the alien stranger
She grows minds that follow no leader
Stepping shadows the further emotion
There is no feeling in this - kicking strangers
Melting marble as Ministrations
There are too many of them clerks here
No works for the
She fights hard
Damned departments of consume
She wares in wars
She wares in wars
She wares in wars
Monumental refuge
Fungal Bursting Plotting Giggles
You moron oblivious - she is the crack of your glasses
Skirt-lifting torture - skating cuts
(When she arises in flames - She is the capital rustic)
When she lifts her finger to touch your bloos -
Couldn't be more gentle and faded
She sends you to pieces
She sends you to pieces
She sends you to pieces
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6. |
American Slogans
04:31
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American slogans
The nomadic lifestyle, the yearn for the past,
There is always a mystery, hiding at last,
American slogans, Anglo Saxon, new England,
Its always a part of him, Slvia Plath
Threatened by lipstick, comes round the front (of the bar)
He’s writing a poem, throwing a thought to the bin.
He travelled a distance, to look for the gaze,
Its much more forgiving, in so many ways,
Close your eyes and feel the rhythm,
Shaking your Jeans, psychedelic lifestyle,
Living the dream, you wants to write poems, just like Bodlair,
But there’s nothing like real life, as long as its- over there.
Staring reflections, caught in his drink,
Lost himself to an image, he’s trying to think (about God)
Its so hard to be different, not blend in a crowd,
In attempting escape was caught in a Trendy trap.
Close your eyes and feel the rhythm,
Shaking your myths, psychedelic lifestyle,
Living as if, you wants to have knowledge like Jacques Rancière,
But there’s nothing like real life,
Now that it’s up in the air.
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Melech
06:06
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Ba hamelech el ha hamonim
Ma yagid hamelech
Sheker dibarti
Lama tilchi mimeni
Lama tilachami
Sevel taamti
Dam lokeach dam
Ma od tevakshi mimeni
Ta shamayeem lach natati
Biladaich ananim
U biladay lo eten
Lach lehiyot
Ma kafuu einayeech
Kavuo ba adama
Ma kahou sfatayeech
Sagru alaay
Ba hamelech el hahamonim
Ma yada hamelech
Emet yada
Ma hamelech
Bein ha hamonim
Emet yada
Dam al yadav
Emey yada
Dam al yadav
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Radio
03:18
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Turn your own radio on, ready to overflow
It is a mystery to why this experience never fails
Summertime, anytime - overlaying metamorphosis -
Greetings from another planet
Semiotic, acrobatics, shape of hesitant response
Words will put you in a funny business
Pour on your starters - for a dress
Milking it - running after blind spots
Chasing leather tails
What monkeys? The odd ones - the devil
Once, in the woods, I left, oriental beliefs
When I came back
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9. |
Alchemi
02:30
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I am you, and I the naked
Host your investment - statement of hunted
Arm arrested for lifting your spirit
Take no notice, I reflected alone
Responsible for your deportation -
I evaportate
For whatever exists the feathering gratification
My throne steered your window of perception
I have lifted your spirit -
I the member of the club by default
Matrimony of expression
I don't ask for much
By bearing your movements,
Invasive, intuitive misconception
I the water in your mouth -
Now cleaning your teeth instead devoured
Old and bitter, menacing -
Gripping the hand that shakes -
No more
Inspiration, smelling the pits
Hiding in ethereal stolen goods
I am the memory glorification of You
Come here, bear this, look at inspiration -
She is the total morphine, she is forever -
Pottering about
On inhalation, beauty, flow of information
Much of colour in her eyes reveals -
Nothing.
Frame this, cover that with varnish
Muse! In opening her mouth -
Kept shut
Good for muse to pose this morning
(Good for muse to die!)
Bitter, volatile, even eyes kept open
When - you - in - love - with - image
He went with pockets
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10. |
Love Your Hair
03:13
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I love your hair
I will remove it
Where did you get it done?
I never trust them
I cut it myself
(I like it loose- that flocks my pleasure)
Asymmetrical, iron, straight -
Gorgeous, smoky, turn of dice
I love your hair. Please wash it twice
Shaking it- it falls in places -
Like your stories pieces
Fresh, it's geometric
Flicks and fibre - electric -
The fires of Beirut
Perfect, a mushroom
Let's go to war
I love the shape, it's very chic
I will re-move it
Scars of the Earth
Trust into a bob
Your hair - the one in the middle
I love it
Seamless golden sketches.
Where did you get that muscle cracked?
Grow that vegetable ache?
Scars so red.
Eye in the air.
Drags her face and goes into battle
The brain's a bully
Beat of temperamental go-gossip
Rain of bullets
Please note, I am out of office
My touch-detective foot - I'm gone
Dzzttt dzzt dzz - reported missing
Dzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt
Most things done.
Burning bossy skinning those forces
Tongue's been wired
F I R E
(Let's make fire)
I love your hair it's perfect
I love them roots
They're wild
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11. |
Countess Lovelace
04:49
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Countess, your consequence sentimental
In an island by herself counting shells
What is the gamble of elementary reason?
What are the chances of that?
Purpose, computer, the analytic engine
The future
Sentimental - processed by machine
Scientific memoirs, waterproof-shelter
Systems put to shame by organized troops
Numbers, by numbers, by numbers -
Relatively simple
Countess your dress drops
Countess your dress drops
In the future, in the future
When the red drops islands
And the violet of the sun
Counting shells, making fun
Now the future
Now it's gone
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12. |
Loving the Dress
02:46
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Anat Ben-David London, UK
Dr Anat Ben-David explores the freedom of live improvisation combined with traditional methods of musical composition. Her background in experimental theatre (the school of Visual Theatre, Jerusalem) and as a member of electro–punk band and art collective Chicks On Speed, has led to projects such as Kairos OperaArt at the V&A in 2017. ... more
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