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LOCKDOWN SIEBEN VOLUME 6

by Sieben

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We Will Be Alright So they convinced all us turkeys to go for our own Christmas surprise. The keen-eyed chef, kitchen smelling nice. Harness a slogan, promise the earth, tub-thump and grain-shake lies. A hearty laugh is a sharpened knife. We will be alright. We will be alright. Feast the corrupt, feed the money-whores. Kick out your friends, go tear off reason’s door. Let loose the zombie Brexit hordes. New opportunity in death and fire. Rules are for losers, we can sell the sky. Out-source decency, foresight, and doubt. We will ride the storm out. We will be alright. We will be alright.
2.
Vision 06:08
Vision And so here it begins. The end of us. A winter to come, to flood with a burning sun. Furnaced in endless war, our churn and draw of always more. System pressure of an imploding star. I saw a thorn line of blasted trees top the faceless wasteland. I saw my home. You saw the end of time but will be mute. You saw the end of time but will be mute. In a vision I saw. And so here it begins. The end of us. A winter to come, to flood with a burning sun. Furnaced in endless war, our churn and draw of always more. System pressure of an imploding star.
3.
Knudlustysummer It been said as dimwits go, Knud rules. In villages across this land none ranked so high. The giggling farm girls twirl their clodded curls for him and knot their pollen hair for him to bring them flowers. “Go get sheep’s bit and sticky mouse ear”, but he saw only lady’s mantle, maiden pink. “Then go for everlasting-pea” (they said with glee) but he returned with perennial honesty. “Then buck’s horn, big Knud, and toothed medick” they winked, but the bush vetch and agrimony made him sick . Knud would kiss them, Knud would squeeze them, raise a beast above his head just to please them. But they scattered on seeing him return, leaving him bogbean, sow-wort and woodgreen in hand.
4.
Donald 06:08
Donald On the ocean I floundered, yet set adrift I evolved. In my mind I journeyed. Both boats tacked a similar course. My foolishness was bundled – hope stored fore, reality aft. My desperation, tightly packed. My world unwrapped. If I could sail home, and brave the storm, if I sail home forgive me. If I could sail home, and brave the storm, if I sail home forgive me. For the things I've done, I now have ballast. For the things I thought I'd done, an equilibrium of sorts. If I could sail home, and brave the storm, if I sail home forgive me. If I could sail home, and brave the storm, if I sail home forgive me.
5.
The Other Side of The River On the other side of the river, the farthest bank from where we are. Circled in our palm, see the future, everyone may share what we possess. In Užupis. In Užupis. Don't fight. Don't win. Don't surrender. Circled in our palm, our unimportance. Circle in a palm, a right to exist. Circled in our palm, see the future. Everyone may share what we possess.
6.
Nature Reigns And up to the hills bale ay beeting, as Abraham God sent. To take Isaac unto the hills for his sacrifice to spend. And he prayed to the hills full sorrowful, as Abraham bent before God. That my sword in whose neck shall bite? My heart it knows not. Nature will balance her books as sure as rain. Nature will balance her books. Nature will reign. And he accounted his pain, loss and woe as with Abraham cruel tested. To take this child into the night, In what faith have I invested? Nature will balance her books as sure as rain. Nature will balance her books. Nature will reign.
7.
Long live the Post Romantic Empire Go in under leaves in opulent dawn. In mulched Autumn undergrowth. Reign over. Reign over. Long live The Empire, writ in water, heaven thrown. Long live The Empire, A daffodil will jewel its throne. Long live The Empire, Swift and swallow overhead. Long live The Empire, The Empire is dead. Go in under leaves in opulent dawn. In mulched Autumn undergrowth. Reign over. Reign over.
8.
Forget Me Not When I your clod-womb you suckled and bulbed. Did you forget me so soon? You unaware I was your air, jaded and green you fled, you forgot me so soon. Can you hear the harlot-calling summer? Return to me after bloom and fall. For a flush of blue to entice your groom, for a blush of leaf for the birds to thieve did you forget me so soon? “summer orchestrates its song” so you said, and upped and left though the song rang on. I cloyed, your legs wrapped around me. Can you hear the harlot-calling summer? Return to me after bloom and fall.
9.
Dead Bird 04:58
Dead Bird Master and prisoner of your flesh. Effortless ‘til final confinement. Still gawk and sneer, your stance is cocked. Though your jaw has dropped, the mock has not. Beneath it all we are bones as you— a palace, a prison but Earth-bound too. You manipulate the air below. Your dip and soar made us marvel and envy. Destroyer on the factory floor. Cat-taunt prowess, bead-eye vicious man. Still gawk and sneer, your stance is rot. Though your jaw has dropped you scowl our hidden secret. Beneath it all we are bones as you— a palace, a prison but Earth-bound too. You manipulate the air below. Your dip and soar made us marvel and envy.

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released October 2, 2020

Written, performed and live looped in lockdown by Matt Howden, home in Redroom studio, September 2020

P+C Redroom Records 2020

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