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Most Modern Painting
03:27
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This could be freedom
This is something else
This could be a study on life living
This could be less
Hooked up on the making
Site specific installation
Hooked up on the making
The most modern painting
Hooked up on the making
The most modern painting
Feeding the ego
Sick sweet feeling
Back to the dark mirror narcissus
The conditions for being are changing
Who do I address
Conversations at breakfast
With images of ourselves
Is this life we're kicking
Something real is missing
I remember seeing
Yes, I remember seeing
Back to the dark mirror narcissus
Floundering over soft core addictions
Hooked to the classics
Hooked up to the game
Hooked up to the conversation
Hooked up on the making
The most modern painting
The most modern painting
Heavy, heavy drowning in blessings
Heavy, heavy drowning in blessings
Heavy, heavy drowning in blessings
Heavy, heavy drowning in blessings
Heavy, heavy, drowning in blessings
Heavy, heavy, busy, busy
We're the echo of the sound
We have not yet heard
We're the image of the thing
We have not yet been
Let me see then
Let me see
Let me see then
Let me see
I immortalise you here remotely
Longing to be closer
To when we sat in gardens
And made mountains out of matter
Staring at empty glasses
In gardens
Quiet whipping winds
Whisper things
As she passes
Long summer grasses
Blow curses to the wind
As she sings
Shows you things
Quiet whipping winds
Whispering things
As she passes
Long summer grasses
Blow curses to the wind
As she sings
You can lose all the feeling
Remove all the meaning
This is a very good life
Busy, busy drowning in blessings
Busy, busy drowning in blessings
Busy, busy drowning in blessings
Busy, busy, heavy, heavy
This could be freedom
This is something else
A word from the conversation
Disturbed me from my private slumber
Sugar dripping rumours
And the pleasure of the surrender
Begin a million drumrolls
To call us from our sleepy coffins
Wake us from our warm soft skulls
Heavy, heavy drowning In blessings
Heavy, heavy drowning in blessings
Heavy, heavy, busy, busy
This is a very good life
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2. |
Roman Ruins
03:31
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Become fixated on the change
What wouldn't melt would set
Salt wouldn't shake me
Terra cotta (sun burnt) planes
Would not take me away
What I would not accept could not change me
Become fixated on the change
Slam the senses
Shock the house
Bend the walls
I am the one
That keeps the clock working
My eyes must have been trapped
For I am not sleeping
I've got a lot of time
But I haven't been thinking
I've got a lot of time
But I haven't been thinking
I am the one keeping the clock working
Out of sync with the community
Why do you seem shocked
When I feel so immune to it
I can hear a cat call
And the other cat calls back out of nothing but habit
Is this love or language they have
Love or madness
The cats call all through the endless night
And I am pretty well trapped
Good manners are gone
These days
I'd rather be ignored
Walking into broken doors
Good manners are gone
I'd rather be ignored than uncovered
What goes on here goes
What grows on me
Goes on
Grows
Until it's gone
What wouldn't melt would set
Salt wouldn't shake me
Terra cotta (sun burnt) planes
Would not take me away
What I would not accept could not change me
Become fixated on the change
Let's talk about mistakes
Can we get another take
How many takes can you take
I do what I do to keep on moving
Standing still will kill you
So these are my Roman Ruins
I stepped across the thread of someone else
I felt the exhale of his cigarette
What wouldn't change
Accept
Step off the base on which you are set
From the square
Where the morning light flows
To the window
Where no nights now close
I have been living a life in the crumbling down city
Of my own Roman Ruins
Break the doors down
Bend the walls
I am the one
This house is out time
And I am out of sync
Why do you seem so shocked
When I feel so immune to it
On the phone to patience
Running out of call time
You couldn't get her number around here if you tried
Cried in airport security
To jump up the line
Got a direct line to patience
Running out of call time
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3. |
Fall With Me
03:26
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This is an ode to the most basic city
This is the eulogy to the state I adore
Fall with me
Fall with me
Fall with me
Fall with me
You can't imagine the state that we're in
You can't imagine any reason for the state that we're in
This modern condition
It comes closing in
You can't imagine the state that we're in
The cheapest religion
Is this modern condition
Too many minds on the beat
They told me to be specific
This is an ode to the most basic conditions
Fall with me
Fall with me
Fall with me
Fall with me
Let me take you further
Lullaby in reverse
Let the lullaby revert
Subvert your feeling
A shock comes as a cleaning
Fall with me
Day one
After the snow
The spring made a giant leap to faith
And the city breathes again
Basic city
It's just one place to be
On the head carrousel
You can't imagine the state that were in
(Skies scrape against)
You can't imagine any reason
(Raging carousel of seasons)
Imagine it's the direct result of our actions
Something like tragedy!
Is this what is feels like
To speak too freely?
Is this what is feels like
To be too specific?
If this is sleeplessly dreaming
Tell me
Fall with me
Fall with me
Fall with me
Fall with me
Confusion is the war on us
The sister to our revolution
Tangled inbetween
The spokes of wheels and what she said
Perpetually in motion
Involuntarily floating
I don't want to win anymore
Less is less
More is much more than
Too many minds on the beat
They told me
To be specific
This is an ode to the most basic condition
Fall with me
Fall with me
Fall with me
Fall with me
This is an ode
To the unnegotiables
This is an ode to the most basic victory
This is what it feels like
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4. |
Strangers in Danger
04:45
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I knew I was worse then than what I thought I was
Plastic flowers in bloom and the sound of soccer
Men bonding ten shades of shy
In lost lines I go walking
Back and forth between loss and worth
What worth are we to one another talking
What worth are we in words
I am not worried or certain because this is not my life
This is just the dust before the fall and the rise
It's hopeless being so focused
I was better off then than I what I knew
Better stray than in such close proximity to the blue
One step removed
I thought I drew well
Until I drew you
I was better of then and the best of you
Plastic flowers in bloom
That's how I knew
The City in the summer
Is like a machine
Turns you til your essence is gone
Keeps moving
After the feeling is gone
You could find yourself under a rock or table gone
With all the lost lines
Poetry of the cemetery
Secret societies and false memories
Of the Summer's dawns you never saw
You said you saw
Streets move in time with our minds
Only I see it this way because I am a stray
Only I said it so I gave it the life of day
I am a stranger in danger
I feel more close to home away
Everybody is running after the wrong one
Strong feelings for wrong people
It's all the strange wild ways of the unfamiliar forces
Strange things
Are strangers
Other people's people
Until they're familiar and unappealing
The pace slows
The range it narrows
The other people become realer and you become further away
A solitary revealing
Moves the meaning of the street we live on
It's a strange range of normal to be
Is it normal to feel in facts
To deal in doubt
I doubt the words are worth what they were
What worth on earth are we
What worth on earth are the words
Chinese history could tell you that
Anyone could tell you that
The Strange Danger is suddenly gone
The streets become moving time machines
Of minds gone by
Making one step removed memories
Of this crying
Laugh of a life
Daily Distance
The cause is typical
They say history has a historical way of repeating
Karma comes back again to fix us
These are the danger days
So wrapped in far aways
Other people's secret societies
Rows of fathers in parked cars
Away from new children
And lightly married wives
These are the other people's lives
Strangers In Danger
You begin to imagine yourself
In cold doorways like a lost girl grown up on the wrong side of safe
You could find yourself under a rock or a table gone
The sound of soccer again is on
Public secrets play in windows
Men in parked cars drive on
Bars get fuller
Streets grow long
What's your worth in words
What worth on earth are the words
What's an unworn idea worth
Whats an unspoken idea if unwoken
What worth do you unearth with the way of your words
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Sinead O'Brien London, UK
Relentless, surreal, incendiary, O’Brien operates inside her own atmosphere even as she constantly forms her response to the contemporary world she moves through. In 2022, with the release of her debut album ‘Time Bend and Break The Bower’, and multiple tour dates, the artist is blazing a trail into the new – always questioning, and asking you to join her. ... more
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