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Yearning For Vitalists
02:27
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Do microbes have a soul?
And does it matter?
Not so long ago
They thought they were miasma
An unproven theory
Always sounds cool to me
My human brain has a go
It's always impossible
Then I think of the ways
To inject romance
To a world we explain
With temporary science
I'm an easy fool
I'm not chasing the truth
My human brain is rational
As the world is animal
I've a long way to go
I've got stories in embryo
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I was drinking in bed
Reading about medieval man
I’ll join him in pseudo hell
In history’s dustbin now
Just follow the star
To send over the goods
Deliver to where
It’s happening in the woods
The baby was born in the moss
Now it’s talking
From humble origins
To irrational and mythic
Creation tale archetypes
First nothing and now there’s life
I’ll take you to where
The lightning hit the ground
It happened right here
You should have heard the sound
The baby was born in the moss
Now it’s talking
I don’t know if the spirit is invited
I don’t know if the spirit is invited
Please knock on the door
I’m feeding something great
Breadcrumbs in a line
From genesis to fate
The baby was born in the Moss
Now it’s crawling
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3. |
Indicator Species
04:06
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Walking through Victoria Park
Some show off
My singing really loud
I thought "there's no real need for that, because there's so many people out"
Like a hierophant
Of self appointment
My eyes open only
To my requirements
I'm a classic backseat driver
So how could I deny you
My expertise
One sunny day on morning
I was almost mugged right in the street
I ran straight into the traffic
My fear followed by my feet
Do I regret my haste that day
On morning lane
Like an indicator species
I gave it all away
If beauty is the harvest of our presence in time
Then I'm scrubbing the steps of the convent tonight
And I' filming the chaos in an Apple store fight
Then maybe
I'm Scorcese
In my own strange
Fantasy
I've arrived
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4. |
Orangutans
03:57
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A midsummer heatwave
A day out at the zoo
A suburban carpark
That we drove to
Queuing for ages
In the blazing hot sun
Waiting to see the
Orangutans
I watched that baby climbing
And it looked like he might fall
It was all grace no danger or fear at all
Our faces pressed up
Against the glass
I just had a second
To take my glance
Before the next one
Some other person could see
Movements so graceful
So peaceful and free
I saw the long haired old boy
And I thought ‘what would he say?’
If the worry for the small ones
kept him awake?
Now its winter
I’m on the phone
Something wild
Has happened
So I remember
The moment i saw
The baby scaling
The ceiling and walls
We watched that high wire wonder
And it looked like he might fall
What we cradled in our futures
I can’t recall
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5. |
Retroscopic
04:41
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Gazing down
Through a clearing in the clouds
Looks like we all live
In toy towns
In my seat I wait
For things to look real again
I don't know exactly when
It happens
Far horizons in retreat
Bring closer to this dichotomy
You laughed at my t shirt slogan
I had to agree, it made no sense
I love when you're so plain spoken
By accident
You text my phone
With pictures of your food
Like broadcasts from the moon
Like watching footage
Of Victorian school kids
With colour added in
It could be now
So familiar yet alien
The past is an illusion we live in
My dreams are retroscopic
I hope you'll teach me the meaning someday
I know if I forgot it
You'd say
When I wake
I never thought I would meet you
It's obvious but that's the truth though
I can now find out
How yesterday turns out
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6. |
Living Like A Mystic
03:34
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Today I’m alive
And my breath is on loan from the wind in the sky
One day I will die
Then I’ll rest with the dust that blows in your eye
You
Fill me up
I’m human
Is that enough?
In the shape of the
Greatest mystery
You’re love’s microphone
When I’m called to the stage to speak on my own
You can describe the stars
When a poet can only employ metaphors
You
Fill me up
I’m human
Is that enough?
A faint silhouette
Of the great
Unanswered
Shows me how to live
Like a mystic
Tell the me answers
I’m living
Like a
Mystic for now
I’m a disciple
I’m righteous
I’m walking
Into the deep alone
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7. |
Botanising The Asphalt
03:37
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I moved to the city because I thought
Something would happen
There I could find my promised land
And join the pilgrims
Only I never left my room
I slept whilst signals loomed
Asphalt is making promises
Streetlights bear witness over here
Unreal city made up in my dreams
Mapped out in my sleep
Let's go and get good and properly lost
Like Bobby Frost
Concrete is so easy to hate
So let's ambulate
Now I'm stood in my yellow wood
The road to take forks in front of me
Asphalt is making promises
Streetlights bear witness over here
Can we make sense of this concrete palimpsest?
My own geology of memory's metropolis
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8. |
Jane and Dian
03:57
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It's strange what people treat as litter
I saw an atlas thrown in the river
The borders floated apart
Before me a new world was formed
I imagined their nations and laws
Somewhere was born
An idea, that's all
I dreamt late last night of Jane and Dian
Their lives were defined by dedication
They told us that our use of tools
Is not unique as we assumed
But they're all that we've got to use
For our points to prove
To make life new
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The Birthday Letters Sheffield, UK
Sheffield based alternative/folk/pop
New album 'Yearning for Vitalists' out
24.6.22
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