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Clockwatcher
03:57
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Cutting a line on a Didion,
Jar of wine before you're up.
Screw with your eyes out, I'm anyone,
Dawn collide in, Mubi on.
Telling me you're doing better now,
You pull the wool over your arms.
Another denial, it goes down well,
Well as it ever will.
So where you staying now?
Round at Danny's house?
Fuck is Danny, though?
Lover, call on me when you're sober.
Clients parading you like your owner.
You tell me you're no good for anyone,
That something's broken in your heart.
You laden with poison a chasm
A hundred men couldn't fill up.
Divided by Ealing and Lewisham,
Between being and oblivion,
Unbearable lightness, it goes down well,
Well as it ever will.
So where you staying now?
Lawyer Noah's house?
Course you are.
Lover, call on me when you're sober.
Clients parading you like your owner.
Diamonds, eyeliner, a vogue, anhedonia.
"Don't tell anyone,
But room 221, Le Méridien
Stole a part of me irrecoverably."
Lover, call on me when you're sober.
Clients parading you like your owner.
Diamonds, eyeliner, a vogue, anhedonia.
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2. |
Rid of You
02:58
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Kochana, were you ever to let me in,
Know I’ve a kiss for every freckle on your skin.
A tortured angel dreamt you up,
You don’t resemble anyone.
Don’t belie the memory that
Your lips and eyes are wary of.
To be rid of you, it ain’t so hard,
Until you run away and pull me in.
Kochana, d’you remember when I avowed
That I care, you commended me to a head check out?
You held my hand and cried a lot
And told me how I’d messed you up.
My favourite distraction,
I’ll forget about you, if you want.
To be rid of you, it ain’t so hard,
Until you run away and pull me in.
No one need ever know.
To be rid of you, it ain’t so hard,
Until you run away and pull me in.
Kochana, tell me a secret?
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Girl vaudeville Broadway Broadway
Dance elegant bow to an audience
Sing for Valium don't be someone's
Pearls emeralds lure in the curious.
Long ago I'd given up hope of being anyone
To you and your friends and your knowledge of film.
But what I wouldn't do to lie naked with you,
To be third in line, to be your fool.
You smiled at me yesterday and now I can't sleep
For wondering what it meant.
Long ago I'd given up hope of being anyone
To you, your admirers and your lofty ideas.
But what I wouldn't do to lie naked with you,
For a heart untied from your wayward mood,
To see in your eyes that you want me, too.
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4. |
My Annoying Friend
02:53
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There's a bully in my head and I can't get him out.
He insists I'm nothing and I believe him sometimes.
Agonised by idle thoughts, which, overanalysed,
Grapple on to a meaning where there's no meaning.
Don't fear the anxiety.
(Pure O, stay awhile.)
Conciliate the worry.
(Pure O, settle in here.)
Outlive the anxiety.
There's a bully in my head set out to victimise,
To devour his host, to purloin power.
But I hold dominance 'cause what's inside me I own.
Don't believe in miracles, only in yourself.
Pure O, stay awhile.
Pure O, settle in here.
Pure O, stay awhile.
Don't fear the anxiety.
(Pure O, stay awhile.)
Conciliate the worry.
(Pure O, settle in here.)
Outlive the anxiety.
To my annoying friend, this is not working out.
I won't fight you anymore, I'ma hang fire.
Now my victory will come in lieu of a war
In the form of ascending love. You know it will.
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5. |
Red Horizon
02:47
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Red horizon refugee, though I can't breathe I can grieve.
Figured I'd do a runner, me and my trillion-microbe family.
Ever go on a holiday to die
Alone and with nothing to kill your time?
Red horizon émigré, a mere half a million one-way.
Same shit, different planet and fuck only knows why I came.
Breakin' rocks with Opportunity rover.
Can a robot suffer from ennui here?
Better idea: don't eat animals.
Better idea: go renewable.
Red horizon, red horizon,
Red horizon, where's the asylum?
Better idea: call off terraform.
Better idea: follow dinosaurs.
Red horizon, red horizon,
Red horizon, where's the asylum?
Red horizon refugee, though I can't breathe I can grieve.
I figured I'd do a runner, me and my trillion-microbe family.
Ever go on a holiday to die?
Elysium, Cassini, Planitiae...
Better idea: don't eat animals.
Better idea: go renewable.
Red horizon, red horizon,
Red horizon, where's the asylum?
Better idea: call off terraform.
Better idea: follow dinosaurs.
Red horizon, red horizon,
Red horizon, where's the asylum?
Red horizon, red horizon,
Red horizon.
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6. |
Roses in Wine
03:25
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Roses in wine covering ivied doors,
Colouring lips in dye - a violet violence.
Throw me an absent thought with neither a should nor ought.
Just following the sky from Stokey to Holloway.
All my time spent waiting for something more
Than a permanent sigh, waiting for something more...
Than a sobering thought
When faced with a room engulfed
In petals and bottles.
Roses in wine covering ivied doors,
Colouring lips in dye - a violet violence.
Throw me an absent thought with neither a should nor ought.
Just following the sky from Stokey to Holloway.
All my time spent waiting for something more
Than a permanent sigh, waiting for something more...
Than a sobering thought
When faced with a room engulfed
In petals and bottles
From out of a misty dream.
It's a sobering thought
When faced with a room engulfed
In petals and bottles.
I remember when life meant more.
It's a sobering thought
When faced with a room engulfed
In petals and bottles.
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7. |
Permanent Vacation
02:54
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You follow with a severed hand, following a spaceman.
You follow when you move around, following a mute sound.
You tolerate the city well, tolerate when you sit still.
You tolerate, you don't know why, tolerate, but you cant cry.
Throw me an eyeball wrong
Several aisles along
Throwing me over.
If it's over, someone has to tell her,
So you tell her.
A certain kind of mise-en-scène for irony to exist in.
A certain kind of tourist on a permanent vacation.
You tolerate the city well, tolerate when you sit still.
You tolerate, you don't know why, tolerate, but you cant cry.
Throw me an eyeball wrong
Several aisles along
Throwing me over.
If it's over, someone has to tell her,
So you tell her.
If it's over, someone has to tell her,
So you tell her.
If it's over...
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8. |
Lilya's Gone
03:18
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My delivery, you came along,
But I can't figure out where it all went wrong.
My Lilya, my desire, my wings,
Forever we'll laugh and rejoice and things.
Although my heart's on fire,
I ne'er realised it had got so hot.
Although I'm half alive,
You left me alone to my own device.
Will you stay here if I will?
If I told you what I'd do?
If I told you I need you?
If I showed you the needle?
My delivery, you came along,
But I can't figure out where it all went wrong.
My Lilya, my desire, my wings,
Forever we'll laugh and rejoice and things.
Although my heart's on fire,
I ne'er realised it had got so hot.
Although I'm half alive,
You left me alone to my own device.
Will you stay here if I will?
If I told you what I'd do?
If I told you I need you?
If I showed you the needle?
The sorrow within your eyes, to the eventual sunrise
My Lilya's gone.
The tragedy of it all, of a bohemian owl.
Hey, Lilya, where are you?
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A million more mini animals is minimal in the scheme of things.
Each one a wonder of a busy world, a sacramental adornment.
Yeah…
Tax avoidance, infertility, award the mindless appliances.
Conditional love in a PGD for flawless marvels in a flawed world.
May we live long and die out or shit all over the environment
To the ruin of someone else, someone else’s messiah.
Yeah…
I can’t afford you but it’s OK, OK?
It’s me before you but it’s OK, OK?
I’ve no reason for you, OK? OK? OK?
System sponsored IUD, a womb for rent with a nine month lease,
To ensure loyal hirelings, to guarantee they’re all wanted.
Natalism immoralised, the closing of existential eyes.
Savage, tasteless, vicious parasite, obstacle to transcendence.
Yeah…
I can’t afford you but it’s OK, OK?
It’s me before you but it’s OK, OK?
I’ve no reason for you, OK? OK?
There’s no future for you, OK? OK? OK?
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10. |
A Death in Spring
02:29
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Open your eyes enough to find
Something alone yours.
And why delight in the moon tonight,
When rendered so well before
On pages in some woman's scrawl?
Have you ever opened your mouth without authority
And said something that you actually feel?
A soul assimilated from verse, perforce or otherwise
Created on another's zeal.
In pursual of self you bury your
Emotion in books about books about books...
You think describe the life you have
That someone endured erewhile -
Someone you wouldn't like.
Have you ever opened your mouth without authority
And said something that you actually feel?
A soul assimilated from verse, perforce or otherwise
Created on another's zeal.
You can see but you can't feel.
And you can look but you can't touch.
You see but you don't feel.
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11. |
Interlude
02:34
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12. |
The Secret of Chimneys
02:44
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Gather 'round the old inglenook fireplace.
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William Robertson London, UK
William Robertson is an independent musician based in London.
His debut album 'Out of a Misty Dream'
was released in January 2020. His sophomore ‘Catastrophe Machine’, tackling themes including animal exploitation, psychospiritual diseases, and therapeutic practices for managing anxiety, followed in March 2022.
His third LP, covers album ‘Echoings’, was released on 12 January 2024.
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