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Star Wood Brick Firmament (2010)

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. Force of will, act of love. Force of will, act of love.
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sweet enough? Sometimes people are revolting. Must cut a short in sixty-thousand volt bad thoughts. Sometimes people are colliding, where offal, greed and grief unwittingly meet. Am I not sweet enough for you? Am I not sweet enough for you? Sometimes people are disturbing. Natural disaster-bent, primed to explode. Sometimes people are dividing. Breaking apart, breaking it all apart, cracking in half, rip, split, and course through the heart. Am I not sweet enough for you? Am I not sweet as sweet can be? Am I not sweet enough for you? Sweet as the sweetest little tear. My gooseberry heart bristles when bitter beer hits my quinine tongue. My estate, (my wasteland) my undergrowth. Is it not sweet enough in song? Am I not sweet enough for you? Am I not sweet as sweet can be? Am I not sweet enough for you? Sweet as the sweetest little tear.
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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. 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. 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. From star, wood, brick, firmament.
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Long live the Post Romantic Empire Go in under leaves in opulent dawn. In mulched Autumn undergrowth. 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.
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we wait for them Our bodies forged. Steel muscles locked. Head to head. Our emotions blocked. All nerves taut. Our eyes transfixed. Hand to hand. To the end. They will come – we wait for them. They will come – we wait for them.
6.
Donald 04:08
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.
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Crowhurst 04:26
Crowhurst We can all recreate the world, be back before the spring-sprout daffodils. We can all re-navigate the world, every day we twist truth through the thread of our eyes. We can all reinvent the world, circumvent science with sophistry's whirls. We can all resist the world, every day we toss truth through the lens of our desires. Deep water breathes high standing waves, wider than hope, lower than despair. Deep water breathes high standing waves, wider than hope, lower than despair. I've evolved into a second generation. (being) I'm conceived in the womb of Nature. (evolved) In my own mind. This is underlined. (set) Cast in the womb of the universe. (adrift) Deep water breathes high standing waves, wider than hope, lower than despair. Deep water breathes high standing waves, wider than hope, lower than despair. It is finished. It is finished. It is the mercy.
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Floating 03:52
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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Jack in the pulpit I frogbit and arrowhead, you eyebright and teasel. Me, Jack in the pulpit, your musk, your honeysuckle. You my purpling rose. I, all bristly hound's tongue, grasp you yellow loosestrife. Me, Jack in the pulpit, woodruff and butterbur. Red dead-nettle to your blood-drop emlets. Our vervain, our feverfew and tansy, our bindweed, or bittersweet. Our burnt orchid, our mountain-everlasting, gold of pleasure. Or petty spurge. Our self-heal. Our self-heal. Our self-heal.
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Can't stop this Can't stop this. Star wood brick firmament. Can't stop this. Star wood brick firmament. Star, wood, brick, star, wood, brick, star, wood, brick, star, wood, brick, star, wood, brick, star, wood, brick, firmament.
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There 03:53
There When life rips strings apart in your heart. When people disappoint, miss the point. I will always be there for you. I will always be there for you. I will always be there for you. Stand firm and trust yourself, love to live. Experience is a pleasure to befriend, to heal, to tend you. I will always be there for you. I will always be there for you. I will always be there for you.
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The ninth Sieben studio album, 2010. Redroom Records 006

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released May 27, 2010

Written, performed and produced by Matt Howden.

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