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Your holiness
Still waiting here
For the signs
You have for me
It’s been so long
When is due
I’m waiting on
I’m waiting on you
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Colours & Chords
Plate glass doors hanging from rusty hinges swinging in a force nine
tambourine full of nuts & bolts shaken in six eight time
a large woman on trampoline playing baritone for a
small ballerina dancing a tango across a turquoise feather duvet
hermit crabs chasing an ebb tide digging into liquid sand wind off the sea blowing
silver triumph thunderbird on amber open throttle foot waiting green
burn four lane highway accelerating through tense openings between
red & white light rivers flowing intermittent orange blinking
watching for skyline & city flickering high-rise towers of home
splintered yellow fluorescent tube night tunnel with mirror windows dark
mirroring almost empty last train gliding towards Gothic railway cathedral
echoing along silent platforms
rim shots in a basement full
of desires & discarded contradictions of form
scads of heavy snow fall on brick & concrete & glass wrapped silent
shadow frost evaporating from grass in morning cold sun distant
quarter moon lingers & a tall black haired brown eyed woman
riffs along a staccato double bass line& disappears
before my thoughts can discover her happy lips
sapphire days forge carmine nights amidst ebony sound rain & cascading chords
a church aisle full of running spiders
a gymnasium full of bouncing ping-pong balls
a soapy bowl full of tea spoons
a hi-hat full of rhyme
I like free jazz
abstract democratic collective
maintaining constructed philosophies of chance orchestrated
with precision discourse
all together
& the drummer is windsurfing among the stars
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Parallel Action_Blazing
05:11
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I don’t like it overground
So and so said so and so’s sober now
all this chatting shit gossiping bitching switching me bro I’m really trying to hold it down
Still im glued to the web like Spider-Man
This one for the swms swms hyperman
For the heads looking sketch in the back
Can of paint in the bag see an opps and they lining man
Pint in hand silly-cybin no cider man
The kids been on it since stryderman
Friday night was always fighting
Small town violence and running from the riot van
It weren’t the plan to have the mic in hand
But I’m alright so I’m a write with that
in fact I’ll write that down and make a rhyme with that
Came from a town where nothing goes round just inhale and blow out
All for the love all for the jealousy
I ain’t got enough space here for the memories
Blurred from the drugs
Blurred from the Hennessy
Slurred speech sir filth if you remember me
I guess I’m everything I’m meant to be
Nothing like you lot what you lot pretend to Be
No need to act so defensively me I went over the fence and brought friends with me
Got the funk no fucks and some pungent trees
Couple gal some naughty some nice with me
Teams fucked up too notch geezers
Garries few rennies and our handsome features
Ye Manson the handsome devil Charlie your boy with the boss on a level
Bish bash bosh come to the cotch to the residence
Ghost writing 16s while we bevvying
Yeah I know what I want I’m never hesitant a fat stack and a gaff to put the presents in
Evident in the present never be a president one I’m more likely to catch a long sentence in
All for the love all for the jealousy
I ain’t got enough space here for the memories
Blurred from the drugs
Blurred from the Hennessy
Slurred speech sir filth if you remember me
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C7NEMA100 (label) London, UK
C7NEMA100
Soundtracks to now.
Downtempo, trip hop,
Contemporary Classical,
Braindance to Future Jazz.
Sonic Storytelling
is at the heart of the label.
Music to make your own film to.
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