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LOCKDOWN SIEBEN VOLUME 5

by Sieben

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Minack Theatre All this, all finery, all fade in time. The stage remains, acts continue, time crashes its wings. All this, all finery, all fey will play out. Nature weighs reward with task, waves still wreck thrones. Cut cold stone with a warm heart, replenish seas with a tear. Force of will, act of love. All this, all finery, force of will, act of love. Our bodies' costume jewellery. Ocean-kiss her sweet lines. Cut cold stone with a warm heart, replenish seas with a tear. Force of will, act of love.
2.
Barleycorn 04:51
Barleycorn His feet, the lilies stoop to weave a path before him. His knees, the briar buckles to the ground, to weave a path before him. The trees bend to his will. the stars draw their thick black cloak around him. His thighs, the husks rub, the corn to rise before him. His chest, the barley reaches for the sun, the corn to rise before him. The trees bend to his will. The stars draw their thick black cloak around him. His head, the Harvest Moon, Beckons his slaughter. His head, the seed drops at his feet. The seed drops at his feet.
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Oh Yes, there Will be Blood Oh yes, there will be blood. Oh yes, there will be blood. Oh yes, there will be blood. Oh yes, there will be blood.
4.
Loki Rides Again Before the end of days, Loki will ride at the Ragnarok, Naglfar will sail again. ‘Til the end of time, Loki rides again. ‘Til the end of time, Loki rides again. Father of the wolf, mother of the whirled, Embla from the embers, his blood spewed Ask. Lies have their cost, but the Gods they have lost. ‘Til the end of time, Loki rides again. ‘Til the end of time, Loki rides again.
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Ignore the Apocalypse I will ignore the apocalypse you play out in my mind. I will discount the cut-price doomsday you prep, you enable in my soul. Emblem a grasping hand, icon a barren land but heart trumps hate. Your face itself is cause enough. Pig-pin-prick eyes, cheap chancer lies in fear’s dirty void. A cugana in our stable. Comical, self-serving, loathsome, hate’s toxic spore. Being human binds us, being smart will guide us – A better nature will endure. Being decent ties us, speaking out will find us – A better nature will endure.
6.
Floating 05:47
Floating He was lying in the road, pointing. To the party up ahead, a shaky mpeg in the road showing as a modern Holbein of our own: The Driver. He was lying in the road, over-shadowed. He was floating in the ether. He was floating down the road. We were driving down the road, just chatting. The driver got out his mobile phone, pointing. He was lying on the road, bleeding. He became a passing text that buzzed across the party's phones and lips, trembling. He was floating in the ether. He was floating down the road. He was floating in the ether. He was floating down the road.
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Build You a Song Build you a song from star, wood, brick, firmament. Build you a song from moon, paper, string and sleep. From star, wood, brick, firmament. Pluck you a mood from gathered early empty streets. Find you a tune for poppies broken in the wind. From star, wood, brick, firmament. Give a heartbeat to love that can always live again. It built me a song from star, wood, brick, firmament. From star, wood, brick, firmament.
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Anubis 04:03
Anubis My final currency of poor exchange. My balance or my stance. My actions or reticence? Ignorance to compensate? Or a refund for the wise? Intolerance to gravitate? Or hate blind be drawn in kind? In the end, with darkness won, close the day, set the sun. Contract accounts and draw the pay, to settle the scores all weights are weighed. Or settle nothing and render terms subtractions that are left to worms?
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Peterson’s Seat Peterson told me when the stamping stops the cogs will snag the sky will catch and halt, our clock will stick, and rattle-shut music die. Peterson told me of the silence of drips and the ravage of weeds, round his lonely seat machinery of green ratchets its need. Peterson told me the hum would stop, but it did not. The cogs still flourish, rattle and shuttle. The clock still stuck the hum beneath my feet.

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This is the fifth in my 're-evaluate my work by means of Kev' albums ;)

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released September 4, 2020

Written, performed and live looped in lockdown by Matt Howden, home in Redroom studio, August 2020 P+C Redroom Records 2020

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