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Night-sky gaze
Blissful daze
Cosmos wide
Worlds whirl by…
Night-sky craze [Rocket’s flight]
Wistful ways [Rocket’s light]
Window wide [Rockets’ glade]
Life slips by… [Rockets fade…]
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2. |
Shutterbug
02:45
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I can't look
There's bromide rushing through my veins
I see
A thousand words within my frame
So close
A wider-angle print to find
One more
Press to start rewind
Filter fast
Your grainy shape fades from my sight
See how
An aperture for midday light
Stop here
I cap the lens to set you free
Your face
A negative, it's ecstasy
Running now
A subtle chance to flatten you
Distance kept
To stop it up and focus through
Breathe in
You never seem to miss a trick
Dead stop
I press to shoot and click click click
I watch your eyes and click click click...
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3. |
Radio Days
04:21
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It’s one of those nights tonight
Second hand on my watch times the lethargy
Suburban sun slipping from my sight
Power lines sing electrical harmony
Bathe myself in the neon light
From the sign fizzing under my balcony
I can hear the world’s thoughts tonight
Distant hum softened almost to melody
Tripping this nocturnal phase
Looking for sense in this haze
Admit that it’s all just a craze
But these are my Radio Days
This isn’t what I thought I’d be
Tap, tap, tap to the sound of the plastic word
I should set myself drifting free
But I’m awake to the sound of the early bird
I’m starting to remember me
Listen hard, hear my dreams if I really try
Scent of roses on a gentle breeze
Pour a drink, shut my eyes, breathe a silver sigh
Tripping this nocturnal phase
Looking for sense in this haze
Admit that it’s all just a craze
But these are my Radio Days
Learning the song as it plays
Shake things out so many ways
Lost in your glittering gaze
And these are our Radio Days
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Cannot count, on the run, subtle robbery
Line of sight, disappears, lost the melody
Small assassin, watch your back, he's a protégé
Partial thought, in your head, it's an X-Ray
One two, one two, like a hacksaw
Midday sun, on your back, it's an awful bore
Flat surface, frictionless, want to tell me how?
Distant lens, metal eye, got me trapped now
Sharp focus face
Animated disgrace
Frame-by-frame haste
Through the camera obscura
Viewfinder race
In a wide-angle space
Hide your face
From the camera obscura
Made my way, crystal clear, like a dragonfly
Pistol pimp, in the rear view, an alibi.
Black and white, celluloid in disarray
Spoil all the jokes, bad speech, Independence Day
Quick buck, fucked up, on account of me
Paperboy, soon buckle under scrutiny
Jet smashed, train wreck, but they won't condone
Guillotine, kerosene, now my cover's blown
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5. |
Long-Wave Love Story
04:13
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Silent house by silent park
Cradled in a black-hole dark
Dreamers float a slumbered thought
Sweet reveries, each cut from nought
Left to right, the numbers rise
Static chatters on the lines
Each crackling word creeps round the clock
Drink and drag, and tick and tock
Spinning through the days
Nameless on the waves
Analogue and free
Earth, Moon, you and me
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Steal a dollar mark
Cut a path to Park
Embrace the sunshine hues
And let them capture you
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Roll the dice
Breath a brand new name, now
Plot the path
On a far-flung map before you
Fly the flag
Chase the line before you
Touch the sand
Where brand new lands await, now
Find your world
Feed the want within you
Play the role
Like Vyse, Link, Cloud before you
All at stake
It’s never a game to me, now
Charge the sky
For me, it’s what I play for
Trails I make
Are only a game to you, now
Save the world
For me, it’s all to play for
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8. |
Soft Museum
05:26
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Day time space
Pushing pace
Rat race chase
Footsteps’ fall
Time turns crawl
Distant sprawl
Drifting day
Musings stray
Fade away
Where do you fly?
You wave goodbye
Strange sprung scene
Verdant green
Heart so keen
Soaring style
Mile for mile
All a smile
Where did you fly?
I wave goodbye
Will I ever…
Wonder where I…
Fly through this ideya
Pull the thread
Pillow head
Could you ever…
Take me where you…
Catching this ideya
Pull the thread
Pillow head
Will we ever…
Wake up and be…
Part from this ideya
Pull the thread
Pillow head
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Pittencrieff Park
03:22
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10. |
[Brainjacked]
01:53
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Shortcut
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11. |
Another Castle
03:17
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I ride the seven through four.
I breathe the smoke that makes my lungs sore.
I take the box to sixteen.
I see the glass on the zeil gleam.
I jump the straẞe both ways.
I hug the crowd to skirt a cop’s gaze.
I hear the planes on the air.
I see the yellow splash the wall, there.
At first my fingers make the colours run.
I break the blocks, and watch the world scroll,
Flutter on the goal pole.
Then pick a flower for a power, now
So I can charge at all the troopas,
Fire all the bloopers.
There should be magic in the air, here.
But my hands begin to hollow,
Cramping as the inks slow.
A semicolon, and I vilify.
I rush a line for an oblique trail,
But to no avail.
Turn left, then
Turn right, then
Should I have
Turned into?
Turn right, then
Turn left, then
Should I have
Turned back then?
I saw you
I saw you
I saw you
For the first time
I saw you
I saw you
I saw you
And the next time
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Hear the hissing in the pistons
Rising rhythm through my feet
Distance blooms into the sunlight
Pulls away into the beat
Chase the line to the horizon
Rising thunder in my ears
Distance falls into the darkness
Lifts away from all my fears
Watch the bow cutting passage to brio
Where the lights spin kaleidoscope reels
Choose the shade where my kopfkino wanders
Rubicon snapping hard at my heels
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13. |
[Iron Star]
01:23
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Iron star
Will we ever meet again?
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14. |
Edition Z Deadline
03:28
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Break the silence
Dawn rays rise
Where the toil waits
Where I die
Sail this ghost ship
Deep in sleep
Where the weight lives
Where I weep
Sink the head and sink the kicker
Sink the stub and sink the comma
Sink the flag and sink the mast
Sink the quote then sink me last
Orders piped, yet night is day
Efforts all bring dark dismay
Look around, where time stand still
Gone the virtue – gone the thrill
Heed the words on Danvers’ tongue
Head of pig that taunts the young
Some pale, blue eye bent on my loss
Strike it down, this albatross!
Sink the head and sink the kicker
Sink the stub and sink the comma
Sink the flag and sink the mast
Sink the quote then sink me last
Kill the copy, kill the strap
Kill the widow, kill the cap
Kill the banner, kill the lede
Kill me with this savage read
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Different lives…
Different stories…
Different dreams…
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See the artwork PDF (included) for full credits and lyrics.
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Niederrad 16 England, UK
Neil Randall (ex-Vulgar Unicorn) met Julia Maul at Nintendo of Europe. Discovering they shared a love of music - and videogames - the pair decided to team up as recording artists.
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