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Holes
05:57
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The sun burns a hole in my roof which I sell to the government It’s a no-brainer says the herring as I pocket the cash The cash burns a hole in my pocket Which I sell on the Internet Maybe storage or memorabilia The price of a cigarette The cigarette burns a hole in my lips Which I sell to a dating agency For use as a prophylactic Against harder times Time burns a hole in my memory Which I sell to the highest bidder For a tapered trail of vapour Fading across the sky The sky burns a hole in my coat Which I sell to the Holy Ghost Squatting on the kitchen cabinet Like Nostradamus Nostradamus burns a hole in the bible Which I sell to the Mormons Who put it in a rocket And send it to the sun. For every absence there is an equal and opposite absence For every reason there is an equal and opposite reason For everything possible to be believed in is an image of truth The sun burns a hole in my roof
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Mountain
03:57
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This is the road up the mountain, And this is the road down. Do not confuse the two. Do not take the down road up, Do not take the up road down. Take the up road up, Take the down road down Take the up road up, Take the down road down. Start at the top of the mountain. This is the quickest way up. Remember to admire the view. Do not be tempted by the up road. Take the down road down. Take the up road up, Take the down road down. Take the up road up, Take the down road down.
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Nailed
06:04
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Here we are Nailed down like floorboards, Tongued and grooved and slotted into our neighbours As our nearest neighbour is slotted into us, As if engaged in some strange sort of intercourse together, making a floor. The nails are driven deep through us At regular intervals, deep into the joists below. It’s impossible to get us up Without ripping up some of our neighbours, Without smashing off our tongues. Only the nails make us like Jesus.
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Humankind
05:46
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Humankind cannot bear too much entertainment All time spent watching Netflix is unredeemable Sooner or later everything palls And we must face the moment Stare down our predicament Or dig a deeper hole in which to stew Humankind cannot bear too much reading
In time the eyes collapse into the back of the head And every word read becomes solitary Devoid of context, dead, buttocks, brains and body numb And meaning dissolves into meaninglessness Humankind cannot bear too much solitary drinking When spirits are low spirits make them lower still And the more we drink the more we spill Over into depression and despair till we lose All sense of who or where or what or why or when And grovel through the hours Humankind cannot bear too many snacks Pringles, Twixes, biscuits, breadsticks, Gummi bears. The taste Buds have no sense of what’s coming next And everything resolves to sugar and salt and sluggishness And torpor and feeling slightly sick Humankind cannot bear too much Skype or Zoom Or Hangouts, Facetime, Whatsapp or whatever Flat faces ,robot voices, chair bound Deskbound, housebound hanging round with nothing much to say Except what’s all been said before much better with A touch or hug or look when passing on the stairs.
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Bindweed
03:46
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I’ve got bindweed in my garden It grows nearly everywhere I dig it up and burn it
But it’s always there I’ve got bindweed in my rhubarb Everyday I pull it out Then I find it in my cabbage And it’s winding round my sprouts There is bindweed in my kitchen Curling round the cups and plates It’s in the breadbin and the cooker It’s choking up the microwave There is bindweed in my bathroom Some is white and some is pink It is hanging out the toilet
It is strangling the sink I’ve got bindweed in my bedroom In the sheets and pillowslips I can feel it when I’m sleeping As it tries to get a grip I’ve got bindweed in my groin Wrapped around my pubic hair I remove it when I’m waxing But it doesn’t care I’ve got bindweed in my head I’ve got bindweed in my mind I can see it with my eyes closed I can see it all the time I’ve got bindweed in my bindweed It binds around my bindweed Binding bindweed, binding bindweed Bindweed, bindweed, bindweed, bindweed, bindweed….
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Directors
03:31
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The Director of Words and The Director of Sleep Met On the stairs. Insomnia, said the Director of Words Dyslexia, said the Director of Sleep Narcolepsy, said the Director of Words Dyspraxia, said the Director of Sleep Chloroform, said the Director of Words Aphasia, said the Director of Sleep Zopiclone, said the Director of Words Logophobia, said the Director of Sleep
Ritalin, said the Director of Words Diarrhoea, said the Director of Sleep. Halitosis, said one or the other and the director of words continued up the stairs and the director of sleep continued down
or was it the other way round?
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Knotweed
04:16
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They call it Japanese knotweed But I call it Japanese isweed Because it is weed It’s not not weed It’s knotweed It is weed. Oh yes it is weed It’s not not weed It is weed It’s knotweed.
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Rules
03:51
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The Rules of Writing
Rule 1. Don’t write about writing
Rule 2. Don’t write about not writing
Rule 3. Write about something
Rule 4. Don’t write about nothing
Rule 5. Write all the time
Rule 6. Write when you are not writing
Rule 7. Write sitting down
Rule 8. Write in silence
Rule 9. Don’t elevate writing above all else
Rule 10. Don’t write according to rules
A Proclamation
The rules of writing the mules of fighting the jewels of lightening the fuels of tightening the grooves of ripening the hooves of icemen the loaves of Titan the roving hymen the groaning of diadems the loaning of whitening the opening titles the closing of prisons the...
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Geese
07:06
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My geese are tired with flying Tethered to these celestial strings Devils and spirits have led us astray They need to rest their beating wings 12 days of travelling have taken us so high Above the earth’s prevailing gloom We have resisted all temptation And landed softly on the moon Captain Gonsales greets you, Copernicus and Kepler too Suspend your judgement, lend us your ears Astronomy has led us here. The Lunar people live in paradise They chime together naturally Their children are all joyful Happy and carefree as can be The moon king gave me these 3 stones Each has a magic quality One stores great heat, one has no weight One generates great quantities of light Captain Gonsales greets you, Copernicus and Kepler too Suspend your judgement, lend us your ears Astronomy has led us here. My geese must now return to earth They cannot prosper on the moon We’ll go and find the king of China On our arrival very soon.
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Daffodils
02:48
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The daffodils you gave me Never opened, Stood looking at the ceiling With their blind snakes' eyes, Turned brown And died. Thank you. The peaches that you gave me Never ripened,
Sat thoughtless in the fruit dish With their furry skin, Turned blue and brown And died. Thank you. The tulip that you gave me Never flowered, Lay buried in the garden In its onion skin, Turned mushy brown And died. Thank you. Goodbye.
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Fowl England, UK
Hugh Nankivell and Graham Browning have worked and played together for over 20 years. They now call themselves Fowl and they spent much of 2020 and lockdown writing songs together and recording them remotely with contributions from a variety of friends. ... more
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