MWSTARD! Cloc

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released January 16, 2017

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Track Name: Dance Mwncis
Under wraps at the back of the class.
Training hard not to get it all wrong.
Somewhere deep are the pieces of me
ticking off the moments before its time to go.
Dance mwncis, dance.

Time served. Hard hands.
Soft palmed rebrands.
Head down. Hold fast.
Stay tight. hang tough.
Tap it out crackpot, fight back, its time to go.

One more hill and were over the worst.
If we make it to the weekend, then we know its been earned.
Its the time of our lives and each moment that shines,
screaming get up and go!
Track Name: Bin Voices
Flawed
Scarred.
Impure.
Like anyones not.

Imperfects fine.

ideal, unachieved.
Expect what can never be.

Imperfects fine

Building holes that can't be filled with stuff.
Holes that can't be filled with "God"
Unfail.

Imperfect is.
Imperfects fine
Track Name: Windburn
Exposed on a rock
in the ruins of
a place that time forgot.
Take back the power.
To breathe normally.

Caught in a current
Waves of old dissent
Trees all growing bent.
Take back the power
to breathe normally.

Voices in the wood,
silenced now for good.
Burnt out on the wind.

The sea brought me to your door.
The wind will bring you to my shore.
Track Name: Lichen
Lichen, keeps you company.
Old man's beard and bones, bleached to sepia.
Lichen, in your finery.
Young mans flag unfurled, all gone across the sea.
Lichen, the colour of memory.
On human stone and rune, carved in misery.
Strike, hammer, chip, scrape,
rune, stone, tree, bone.
Track Name: Molluscs
Neolithic fears into red-top hate.
Myopic observation in a hell of a State.
Where compassion and intelligence is showed down.
By xenophobic gobshite, beer-soaked clowns.

Channelling frustrations, whilst stoking up hate.
Into a a well stacked deck, into a well rigged game.
And the blaming of the targets. And the calling of names.
Avoids the real culprits. And the game goes on the same.

Hate filled rhetoric. Flags are waved.
Fingers are pointed. And the "they" are blamed.
Whilst the business of business goes on and on.
Whilst the manufactured bigots keep, keeping up the con
Track Name: Undividual
Where to begin. Re-imagining.
Our old skins, always changing.
Our old selves, always changing.

How to fit in re-wilding
Our fragile forms still evolving
Always evolving.

These words fly out past the edge of me.
Voice becomes sound, sound entropy.
Borrowed briefly, ideas of self are born.
Cycled and recycled and recycled in a never ending process of change.
So change.

We're not running, redefining.
Not homesick now, journeying.
Always evolving.

New landscapes re-creating us.
Borrowed space, always revolving.
Always revolving.
Track Name: Groundswell
We are not. We're not falling
Synaptic. We are surfing.
Tuned in to the storm. In communication.

In this now. We're not alone.
Anti-static. We are dancing.
Tuned in to the storm. Channeling connection.
Track Name: Shadow moss
I came across a book by accident
Sheltering from the rain.
Made a friend in another's head
No longer alone in a dream.

I came across a book by accident
Escaping from the pain.
It said it didn't have to be this way.
That there could be a different ending.

I came across a book by accident
Waiting for the bus.
Helped me learn a new language.
Wright better songs for the future.
Track Name: L'Homme Arme
L'Homme Arme.
Doit on Doubter
On a fait partout crier
Que chascun se viegne arme
D'un haubregun de fer
L'homme arme doit on doubter.

The armoured man should be feared
Everywhere it has been proclaimed that each one should arm themselves.
With a coat of iron mail
The armoured man should be feared.
Track Name: Sundogs
Fire a mind
Mind a fool