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Vinculum
04:38
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The boy traced through the valley of silk
The gentle breeze, the slow rush of the rivers
The smiling travellers passing the ground which he hobbled on, all like acid to his lungs
His delicate face corrupted by blisters and deformities,
Masked by a cloak as black as the space between stars
His bare feet twisted and red gripped onto each stone step
Small pale hands held on to the cloak as he carried on
Until he came to the village
Obscured by mountains and mist
Now nothing more than a crypt
An alcove for perverse incantation
The remains of the elder sat on the steps lamenting what he had done
And the boy kneeled in his presence, his dry throat begging the remains
‘The people of my land hate me, they see me as the devil’
The boy took from his satchel a sack of disembodied eyes
He placed them on the elders withered bones
‘They have nothing new left, no discoveries to make. Give them a purpose’
The bones of the elder disintegrated and from his particles something else emerged
A translucent cube spinning in place with a divine light, rotating on its axis
The boy reached his hand into the creation, his thoughts and its actions began to intertwine
He closed his eyes and imagined his perfect world - a world where he was treated as everyone else
It was too late before he knew what his thoughts had truly meant
Its mouth unhinged itself in terror and agony, his skin began to burn
A million rats spewed forth and devoured the child
They moved through the silk valley to the four corners of the Earth, carrying their epidemic wherever they went
The Kings, The Mothers, and The Beggars fell to decay and agony
And to think they ever knew anything else
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A²
03:28
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The Land Of Nothing
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3. |
Platform 1, 18:19
05:16
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Only at night, do the birds come out to sing
I remember again the feeling
I remember again the feeling
Of nothing
Forty more seconds until it’s here
I can’t remember what it was that I was waiting for
But it wasn’t this, it can’t have been
And then it starts, one thousand trains rush by at once
The reflection in the window indicates only one thing
I’m not stuck in here with you
You’re stuck in here with me
Fuelled by no one, consumed by everything
As the sun hits it starts to fade
But then again
I remember
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“Back to Shilmarine”, it whispered
The answers you find, will not be in vain
A pulsating drum in the cold, black lake
A crack in the sky to reveal its face
So lovely it is to watch the coloured shadows
on the planets of eternal light
I dreamt I was old
For ten dollars the priest ushers him into eternity
They should have brought a poet up here
Awash, stained with thoughts
Words that aren’t my own
Belief in the thrall comes with a price
Maybe I’ll try again when he next awakes
I dreamt I was old
“They’re here, the Great Ones have come,
they’re here, before the seven suns”
They’re here
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Blank Sleep
06:14
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Late, it comes back around
A looming demon at the bottom of my bed
I liked it better when it was red,
I liked it better, then
Something to hold onto, rather than to float away in space
I liked it better, then
We swim in different oceans
But land on the same shore
And I will drown in flames the mountains of men
And I will drown in flames
Because it had already ended
before I even began
Naked, covered, it’s all the same to me
We’ll all be as one soon, in a place you cannot be
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HAAL Bristol, UK
Bristol, UK
'Back To Shilmarine', the debut EP out now everywhere. Buy the record here:
haal.ffm.to/backtoshilmarine
Watch the video for ‘To Be A Machine’ here: youtu.be/Y_WZaDLGqPg?si=Wcev27ZnvLlzanbq
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