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Singled Out For Battery
04:50
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Everyone of everything is every man alive.
Golem-box torrent, wheatsheaf alive,
Beckon fix Gabriel, apparition of light.
Heave-ho Somnambul, the ingestor my hoax,
Can’t spittoon my donor but by Christ you’ll try.
Nitrogen breather, no mask, no idea,
No I.D. inner matrix of graft.
Cost of derailment, hedge three of five,
Bad arm dictator in factory walkout.
Workforce awoken from pre-minimum wage doss,
Full bodied prong war, minion fat-cat dribble.
Three thousand automatons, here they come,
For the Babel superior race.
Phallic maroon column, Piss-Nelson crofter,
Spunk/ acid/ death, revelation of love.
Is it vibrations what make us tick over?
Or is shrugging doubt, death pulling hard on your cuff?
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2. |
The Wretched Fathoms
03:31
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Way to go, a scream fanfares the notion,
That fortune and art don’t make good bed-fellows.
Sleepless fate, backwater’s foggy terror,
And you know them, haunted memories alive.
Hey there, you’ve lost hours adrift in recall,
Mute captain and crew rewrite this clammy horror,
I thought I’d left behind.
Re-live the fathoms.
And you know them, at large.
And you know them, in charge.
And you know them, operating, alive.
Fall into sleep, out of their arms.
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Angel sighs in my hand, she’s turning round,
Camera shy, there’s a chance we might be found.
Half asleep, but half awake I’m wondering,
How she combs her hair?
I’ll ask her now, she’s over there.
She’s up.
She’s up above corpses feuding underground.
I swear if those boys outside disturb you while you sleep,
I douse them all in petrol and let the Clipper sort it out.
You sail on.
You sail on without me.
Half asleep when I said that we could keep it up,
But that was half of me.
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4. |
Severed Of Horsehoof
06:20
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Just go to sleep, I wish I could,
Hand that takes it overboard,
And in passing breaks my shame within my ghost again,
It’s all I’m worth.
Yeah, yeah, I know; “Gear one, gear two”.
Oh,
Patience has it’s own reward,
And in passing takes my shame within my ghost again,
It’s all I’m worth.
Even in your voice, I know.
Wake yourself up, I wish I could,
Canter now, you equine jerk,
And in passing trample shame within my ghost again,
It’s all I’m worth.
Even in your voice, I know.
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5. |
No More Dying
04:10
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Broken hands, swollen tongue,
That won’t grow back majestic.
All my plans have come undone,
Stood here, I’m not listening.
I’m not listening.
All my friends, one by one,
Severed their correspondence.
Like an ending, on and on,
Squandered hard on dependance.
I’m not listening.
There is no more dying,
There are no more dying,
There is no more dying,
No more than you think.
Golden hands, marble tongue,
Snakeskin ass, porcelain lung.
I’m still not listening.
I’m just another repeat of myself, yeah.
There is no more dying,
There are no more dying,
There is no more dying,
No more than you think.
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6. |
An Arrival
03:30
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Oh, for a breadknife.
Slow envy for the slap back,
When there’s no entry for the flashback.
AH!
Time eater I befriend thee,
Time devourer I adopt thee,
Time capsule I neck thee,
God frenzy man, I’m blind.
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7. |
Unwreckaged
05:39
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I’m looking out into an open sore,
Bleeding eyes that shut themselves out,
And cut yourself out of me,
I’m looking out into an open sore,
Bleeding eyes that shut themselves out,
You gotta get out.
Brambles push through soil,
Friends hide real agendas in the sidings.
Drumkits fall apart,
Lovers drown in lakes of woe be tidings.
And me?
You gotta shake it up to me,
Before I come to harm.
You gotta make it up to she,
Before I buy the farm.
You gotta shake it up to me.
A lover’s trust I could just kiss away with one bleary doubt,
A second chance and I’m rolling for one, in doubt unwreckaged.
Living out of sorts and living out of ourselves, faster decision,
And cloudy thoughts will kick in long sleepless nights.
Long sleepless nights.
Untie me now please.
Please.
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8. |
Pissed Up On Brake Fluid
04:30
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I don’t know why my heart beats so fast, ‘cos I’m giving it up,
I never knew it would hurt me so bad in the breaking up.
I saw myself as you saw me, I never hated so much,
Accelerator asshole, me, I never thought enough about,
Evil days when I’m on my way, evil’s in my way, evil days, ok!
I don’t know why my heart beats so fast, ‘cos I’m giving you up.
I took a left at the crossroads, I got a little sinister streak,
Nought to six-six-sixty in a matter of weeks.
I come apart in the breaking up, I really gotta freak,
I made a pact with the Dark Lord, man, I made a sacrifice, I got,
Evil days when I’m on my way, evil’s in my way, evil days, ok!
I took a left at the crossroads, the diabolical street.
Well maybe it’s in my heart,
Black in the comets that I read.
If I could shut away this sad world.
Obsession becomes the driver, both hands chained to the wheel,
I got trajectory, but someone left home today without a heart.
And look it’s me.
Reason to burn, no right turn, I blew it.
Available for sympathy, and not that I’d let you, but stop me going through with it.
With a hit.
A thousand reasons to pull over and I can’t find the brake.
Hold on me,
He Who Drives Backwards has got a hold on me.
He! I gotta tell you it muddies my karma when I fuck up in this way,
But drive on, do not delay.
Why does it always seem one way?
When I’m on my way, yeah,
Evil’s in my way.
I still get my kicks from the treble-six
I got a hit of the burning tyres, I got a hit of the clutch,
I got a hit from the chalice, I got a church burning lust.
I left you back in the wreckage, I left you spinning out of touch,
Gunned it out of the pile up, I gotta rev it up into,
Evil days when I’m on my way, evil’s in my way, evil days, ok!
I got a hit of the burning tyres, In Satan We Trust.
I still get my kicks from the treble-six,
I still get my kicks from the Devil’s tricks.
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9. |
The Money Shot
03:37
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There’s a way out of here,
And I’m too bored.
I can feel the dirt,
It closes my eyes.
Overcome by force,
Coffin breaking, undertaking,
Bloodless and bent double I’m yours.
But I’m sinking deeper,
I can’t help but think...
You’ll get that I’m afraid.
There’s been an accident.
Call soon.
I’ve buffer-zoned my friends,
Shut the family out.
Hex me alive, luck dead.
I’m like Davros, I’m fusing out, I’m fusing out.
You’ll get that “I’m afraid there’s been an accident” call, soon.
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10. |
Torch
01:44
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Way to go, onward slow through this woe I drag a while.
Staying true, but think of you. What can I do? This is so my style.
Even keel, level field, what if I revealed what I’d like to do?
Details hazy, weekends lazy, baked half crazy all full of you.
Would you mark your words again?
Will you keep them?
Could you make them true?
Can’t decide so me I’ll hide.
Oh, but we dazzled when we were alive.
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11. |
Me To The Future Of You
08:39
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Wait for a fall, and you’d want to try and recall,
Times spent in better days, wasting a glorious afternoon.
Think back to summer and you’d want to,
But I’m losing you this time.
Can’t decide if I mind.
When oceans earn the right to dry up,
And stars have fallen earthward by the score.
Ah! The end reeks of familiar,
Of ever after me to you.
Final her flames are beautiful,
Close your eyes and close me out of sight.
We’re not for certain cut. Desire,
That calls me back to you and loses time.
Sold, expired, retarded, burnt out,
Will you still kiss my charred remains?
Oh your face looks like an angel,
Lips and lids are closing, it’s alright.
“I never printed too hard with the Allaways,
We riddled cradles to coffins, spastics to boffins,
And threw ourselves in line with the universe expanding.
With all the trinkets clutching, you deserved,
To force a post into history you’d reserved.
I never printed too hard with the Allaways.
I know you heard it before, but we all came from the stars,
And these protons and nucleus are all we really are.
I never printed too hard with the Allaways,
And sent a D.N.A. code into traction,
It’s got a sigil of an overbite, ah! ah!
And now it’s spinning like a wheel,
Like a chakra in reverse.
It’s got a reason to print with me everyday,
Was I merely a blip along the way?
And over and ever forever it’s finite,
Over and ever forever infinite,
On thin ice.
It’s breaking in transmutation.
And it’s born again,
And it gets formed again.
And it’s coming back in two,
And now it’s coming back two times.”
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Knifeworld Hackney, UK
Kavus Torabi: Guitar and Singing
Melanie Woods: Singing
Chloe Herington: Bassoon, Saxophone
and Singing
Emmett Elvin: Keyboards
Charlie Cawood: Bass
Ben Woollacott: Drums
Olly Sellwood: Baritone Saxophone
Josh Perl: Saxophone and Singing
... more
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Hip To The Jag is the debut solo release by Knifeworld's Kavus Torabi. Spectral, immersive and otherworldly Hip To The Jag is the last, greatest and everything you truly dig.
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