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Desire Rites

by Sieben

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River Sheaf 01:49
River Sheaf River Sheaf, I write you these words, I ask you lead me. To truly comprehend, bank the turns of desire's twisted weir. And Sheaf – help me hold my course. Every woman has a...
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Learn some sense, Howden Honey-sweet words are sticky, Flowering metaphors unclear. Of all the fucking stupid things I’ve ever done this ranks as, err, just one of many. Tell it straight, and keep the beat. Don’t worry Bean, I’ve not gone wrong. Venting vitriol, spitting heat I’m just kidding, having fun in song. When I learn, when I learn some sense. I won’t stay too long. When I learn, when I learn some sense. Too much, too often – too long, being reasonable has made me creak under the insidious grip, the incredible power of the weak. When I learn, when I learn some sense. I won’t stay too long. When I learn, when I learn some sense. When people go wrong. So, no more, bollocks to it all. So why tell this to a river? This is the rite to say it clear. This is the rite to deliver… When I learn, when I learn some sense. I won’t stay too long. When I learn, when I learn some sense. When people go wrong.
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My prize, my punishment You swore you’d fuck me, fuck me up. Now I’m just fucked off, not fucked up, like you. You swore you’d fuck me, fuck me up. You virulent cancer – infecting canker. But another song, an extra notch, and a brand new sound that goes ‘you’re worthless, second-rate, spitting pain, spreading hate. But another song, an extra notch, and a brand new sound that goes ‘you’re worthless, second-rate, spitting pain, spreading hate. Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower desperate for some power. Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower desperate for some power. Your violence-anger-sex distorted (sorry for you) - a fetish to fit, a perfect collar for your psychosis. Your violence-anger-sex distorted (sorry for you) - a fetish to fit, a captive dominatrix, hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured. Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured. Serial-killer material. (As if!) Abused trainee-abuser, you cum-soaked user. Serial-killer material. (They’ll catch you!) Abused trainee-abuser, your pitiable nature - hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured. Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured. There, there - all said, all done - my rite, my song, these thoughts, this hate… with the snap of finger and thumb, are gone. Are done 
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Rite of Amends Off-guard. I was caught on the back foot - dick-led, my thinking head. Just so you know, I got what I was due. Believe me I got just what I was due. Unskyld. I was sat on boxes, mayhem, darkness, when your mail came through. Just so you know, I got what I was due. Believe me I got just what I was due. My abrupt reply smacked of guilt, of water under the bridge - and desperation too. Just so you know, I got what I was due. Believe me I got just what I was due. Sorry too, I never hired the banner-ad, credited you that our love was true. Just so you know, I got what I was due. Believe me I got just what I was due. I got what I was due. En garde! If this rite could amend, erase hurt, raze skies and spell – it would sear our love, pure, mistimed and true on a starry, clear, cold Aarhus night.
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Rite Against The Right You sad bands, you poor 'Nazi' boys I hope you get a history book or lessons in consequences. Licking the dregs of evil - its feeble. You sad bands, you poor 'Nazi' boys Using symbols to shock because your music is cock. Using symbols to shock because your music is piss-poor.
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Missolonghi sky The world ruptured my innocence and the pallid English sky. Here while I sweat the Missolonghi sky. A sensual abyss. The final sensual abyss. Plant my heart, a seed to bear a tree to bear the fruit for the birds that sing for me. I cut the hair and bled too- possibly, so let them sing! Here’s to her who long has waked the poet’s sigh – The girl who gave to song what gold could never buy. Here’s to her who arched her back my desk – The girl who gave to song a tongue, my quill and the rest. Here’s to her naked truths – I penned them all – That girl uncovered genius between the sheets of dross Here’s to her, her lines that made the poet’s sigh. I’ll wring that obstinate little heart.
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Come to my bed Come to my bed. Come to my bed. Come.
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All-Encompassing Rite Keep you warm, wrapped in my arms - I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same. I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same. Feel this charm keep you from harm - I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same again. I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same. Feel this charm locked in our arms - I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same again. I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same again. Thrive and glow with the ebb and flow - I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same again. I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same again. Keep you safe, wrapped in my arms - I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same again. I’ll never feel the same, never love, never lust, never be the same again.
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Rite For The Unfulfilled Dan changed the Royal's projection room reels for forty years. The peril of his job, and the many stairs down to her ticket booth meant they never hit it off. Apart from the slap in '68, his first true sign. He'd say “Beryl” passing her on the stairs. He contented himself. He'd decapitate her from brochures. But his own internal movie remained unaltered; over and over without judder or falter, his Beryl from reception, his Beryl at his alter. Sat aloft as the film reel flickers, he'd stick her head on girls without knickers. Stuck to a box. Beryl akimbo, Beryl astride, Beryl unspeakable, a Beryl tide. But his own internal movie remained unaltered; over and over without judder or falter, his Beryl from reception, his Beryl at his alter.
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Turn the power Turn the power on Turn the power off
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Communication Rite I click-select ‘I decline’. You demyspaced, filtered, bounced. text block, privilege locked. Off-line. Your you-tube vision, phishing for derision. Access is denied to my existence. I click-select ‘I decline’. You demyspaced, filtered, bounced. text block, privilege locked. Off-line. Your you-tube vision, phishing for derision. Access is denied to my existence. It is safe to turn your computer off.
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Desire Rite 04:32
Desire Rite I lust for you, just for you. Sent for me. I lust for you, just for you. Given to me. Let two be one, let two be two. Let all we are be what we do. Let two be one, two be two. Me be me, and you be you. Take from me, sent for you. Lust for me. Take from me, sent for you. just for you. Let two be one, let two be two. Let all we are be what we do. Let two be one, two be two. Me be me, and you be you.

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From 2007, originally released through Trisol/Iceflower in Germany. Thought I'd get round to adding it, finally. As you can see, my superpower is to never absorb light under any circumstances.
My girlfriend (now wife) came up with the cover idea, and took the photo whilst on a step-ladder in a field, laughing. And has a lifetime ban from Yorkshire Sculpture Park ;)

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released July 10, 2020

Written, performed and produced by Matt Howden at Redroom Studio, Sheffield. P+C Redroom Records (Original CD release on Trisol/Iceflower) 2007

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