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Drip Feed
03:22
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Rebel, re-tweet, share it, mind rot.
Anarchist page, communist plot.
Act now, your voice, stand up, slack off.
Click-through, adsense, buy now, blood clot.
Drip Feed me.
Drip Feed me something real.
Drip Feed me.
Drip feed me public appeal.
Snowflake, scumbag, slogan, fight back.
Elate, enrage, extort, distract.
Demograph outrage, kill for a safe space.
Sex sells brain cells, incest, lab rat.
Drip Feed…
Hysteria.
You’re alright.
Drip Feed…
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2. |
Go Outside
04:37
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Dreaming out the window of my childhood home.
Trespassing on foreign lands and foreign thoughts.
Escape.
Trying my whole life to discover what was lost.
Trapped in this room between a skull and two eyes.
Stuck in this space, beheld by fluorescent lights.
Teach me how to comprehend this hateful place.
Silent beside a campfire, your ancestor.
Remains.
Trying my whole damn life to recover what was lost.
Trapped…
I think I’d like to go outside.
Taste the air, drink sunlight.
How could these dull and forceful tones,
Compete with sweet, perfect birdsong?
The sky is a map of dot to dot.
And for a moment I felt them draw my loss.
When words escape us, resort to sound.
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Dead Bands
05:01
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A perfect moment etched in time.
A monolith mundane divine.
There’s no light outside you in my arms.
The universe collapsed embrace.
This density of love gave way,
To our tired diamond remains.
They bled their lives onto compact disk.
Their gift to give, blessed release.
Primal bonds formed of chaos,
Discover solace, ignite,
And put their microcosmic worlds to rights.
Burned a hole through silent thoughts.
Embers smoulder in a stranger’s heart.
Pass the torch we’ll all keep warm.
They bled their lives onto compact disk.
Enthralled in dreams, delirium abyss.
A heat to suffer cooling eclipse.
Their gift to give, blessed release.
Release…
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Eloquent
01:50
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My life’s about to start again.
Punching holes through walls, eloquent.
Fuck this shit life.
Fuck this.
I feel not the sum of my wealth.
Contention stunts your growth.
Fuck this shit life.
Fuck this.
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BEDSIT Hull, UK
Bedsit are on a pilgrimage to channel the healing power of live music. Grounded in Grunge, ranging from Hardcore Punk to Shoegaze, Bedsit's sound is instinctive, but original.
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