Directed by Rosanna Wan
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Deep in the deep
Backwaters of sleep
I wait for a while
(i wait for a while)
Sequestered away
In microsaccades
Its a sleight of the eye
(a sleight of the eye)
Where have you been
And what did it mean?
In the dregs of your dreams
(the dregs of your dreams)
You in the rain
The room rearranged
THe shedding of teeth
(the shedding of teeth)
You say “it means nothing to me”
But you don’t even know the things i seen
And all of it tagged and labelled and catalogued
In the grand repository
Metaphysically
S’all getting strange
The edges are frayed
Oh but after I wake
(its like the skin of a snake)
The shape of it stays
A fossil a case
Oh these relics remain
(out on the astral plane)
Well i been dwelling at the foot of a hill
Where i been dwelling well i’m dwelling still
I wanna get out of the house
An action of the will
Leaving this idyll
And we’re all alone
And we got our own minds to know
But wouldn’t it be so nice to find
That i could go where you go
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Spin a song out in the gaps
And what happens after that?
Hidden in the scullery
A worried orb white-heated
Cars are going
Nails growing
Cells replacing
Over and over again
Seethe and soak in pickled grudge
As I do the washing up
Fester in forgotten slights
And other wrongs imagined
Scoop the leavings
From the plughole
Pickled in the brine
Dogs are loosing
From their shackles
Right before my eyes
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Atom Bomb
02:44
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The whalesong of tennis shoes
Upon a parquet floor
The pheromones and muscle rub
Coalesce in the hall
Images of earwig
Trowel cut in half
Wriggle on the patio
Yellow flags in the yard
And you were scared of the atom bomb
That fell on you
And so you would sink to the bottom of the swimming pool
And you would stay under the water til yr lips were blue
And there was no-one at all to bother you
where you lay
Deep in the day
And so it goes...
Now The hoverflies are clambering
Across the cellophane
Blacking out the residue
All the stuff that remains
You were a morsel in a memory
A beetle in a stream
A parcel of a particle
And all the stuff in between
And you were scared of the atom bomb
That fell on you
And you would stay under the water til yr lips were blue
And there was nobody there to bother you
As you lay
Down in your way
Deep in the day
Out of the way
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When there’s barely a shoulder you can cry on
And there is no-one that you can rely on
And you cannot tease a flame out of a dry log
There is always the black ground to lie on
When the carousel starts its new rotation
And the bag never came with yr name on
And when it finally does you let it glide on
There is always the black earth to lie on
When there’s not enough paper for to write on
Grab a napkin and steal a crayon
But you can keep your dirty fingers off of my one
There is always the black earth to lie on
And you come loose cos yr shoes were never tied on
And you fall in the cracks in the cosmos
Neath the crackle of electricity pylon
There is always the black earth to lie on
Amid the mire and the muck under yr new lawn
Them who squirm in the dirt that they’re fed on
And with the ripening tang of fermentation
There is always the dead earth to tread on
There is always the black earth to lie on
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Museum Piece
05:48
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I woke with a taste
So unreal and strange
When I was marinating in the morning
And taking a train
In the Lancashire Rain
Found myself alone in some great factory
All the relics were out
stuffed and labelled with epithets
In Edwardian cabinets
Behind my reflection
I went on towards
Dim-lit corridors
Down tunnels and into the cathedral
Where papers were signed
And i’d made up my mind
To be (oh) so very far from anybody
Dressed up in a suit
With a corporate logo on
7 orbs round a glowing sun
The sun in the centre
And there at the back
Just next to the offices
S’where they kept the sarcophagus
And i lifted the hinges
We were gardeners and poets and cooks, oceaneering the black
Going onwards and upwards and outwards
Gathering steam
Black obsidian dream
Finger grease up the screen
Mirror-pool
Miles and miles of just nothing
Nothing at all
We was stuck in the belly of a slumbering whale
That drifts getting right to the heart of the matter
Permanent night
We were snakes in a bag cable tied
Jellied eels in a sack how we wriggled
all seamlessly stitched up
Along for the ride
Seven months a time
Oh what a cost
All all our wires crossed
Days blurring into days
Light filtering
Through the pines
Hills homes and factories
And razorblades
On your skin
Waves waves beyond the waves
The sound of it
On your tongue
Knives scraping over toast
A spiderweb
Radio
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FELL London, UK
Fell is Nicolas Burrows, an artist, illustrator and musician living in London, with band members Jon Rulton (Bear Driver, Dream Giant), Dav Shiel (Beth Jeans-Houghton & The Hooves of Destiny) and Matt Giraudeau (Dogtanion).
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