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Scrawl
03:39
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Our pact was a scrawl
Just a pirouette in the tattoo wilderness I fill these diaries with
Spent my face
Face up, I lost my faith in face offs
Lashed to the mast, but in the end I wasn't terribly impressed
Your siren song was a plaintive hash
It went on too long, it was a maudlin autograph
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Unwaltz
02:23
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And now, settle up, settle down
But I can't, and I can't, and I can't
And you dance around in the dark
Where I last left my heart
I'll always sow a lie for you
My disease surrenders right on cue
Now the holy kiss is overdue
And now that my soul is asleep
I have freedom to dream
Will you dance ahead through the dark
Where the dawn leaves its mark
I'll always throw a line for you
My disease meanders right on through
Saw your guilty footprints in the dew
But I closed my eyes
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Steven, Stranger
02:17
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Steven I have built my heart
On a mile of dancing sand
Slow exposures drain the dark
I don't know what I was thinking of
Fear alighted in my hands
And broke a trembling wing
Blood is love I understand
Although it's her that I'm thinking of
Grieving for the softer dawn
By a grave of mindless sun
Bled a mile of dancing sand
A photo that shows what I'm thinking of
Steven they will lay your heart
In the blood of a thousand hearts
And I will build my trembling wings
From photos of my fears
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Capitals
03:34
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Heart outstretched
Drag net for the burning fountain
I can catch the charcoal perch before they land
But they won't hatch
Black dream of vestal embers fills my head with smoke
Anxious neck
Heartstring of the fallen mountain
In dialect
Split shells spill symmetries I must collect
Black luck of Tetris angels fills my room with gold
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Acéphale
01:56
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Bloody rainbow tongue
Always kept the faith while I waded in
Covers my retreat to the water
While you climb the spires
Of the last remaining capitals
We will float away on the water
Light a burning car
Watch it dream with solstice clarity
Martyred in its sleep
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Prehistory
03:38
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Patois crow crackles out today's espresso horoscope
The languid taste of useless truth
The curl of my circular vices
These dragon shards and foster stars emit a fluorescent irony
Could I give it up, keep it pure for once?
And now that you've left the shore
Where were the throats that were calling you onwards
Trying to guess the depth
So many stories of like-it or like-it-or-not
Chequered mate, a fleeting shape
Your face is shrouded in promises
The tranquil pace of distant hills
The call of their advertising
These sedatives and kayak scars obscure an angry colony
But I gave it up
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Faith Healer
03:04
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Creases of the morning
The origami wasteland bends into bloom
Seeds of my illusion - the sapling in the courtyard
Stranded on the morning
The call for reinforcements floats out of view
Falling from the Temple, angelic hands await me
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Joel Cathcart Genoa, Italy
Joel Cathcart is a composer, songwriter and visual artist.
He specializes in intimate live
performances in unusual locations.
His latest album, 'Flotsam', is a collection of post-apocalyptic puzzles whose hybrid ensemble sound signals the creation of new listening spaces amid flooded ruins and overgrown motorways...
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