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Mind The Gap
02:59
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She’s 150 and still going strong decked out in so many styles
From the space age halls at Westminster to the Maida Vaile staircase tiles
Her dads answered to Pick Pearson and Yerkes with her uncles Johnston and Beck
And she may be fashionably late but when she arrives she’s a stunner by heck
Her hair’s a sprawling four-rail network
Her smile’s an oxblood Leslie Green arch
Her teeth are porcelain conductors
Her fire fuels the city’s beating heart
London Underground
Why do you fascinate me so
London Underground
Why do you titilate me so
Can she make it to two hundred years
Or three or four or even more
Will our grandchildren commute in style
Or feel the brunt of every flaw
How will she finally meet her end
Through nuclear war or payday loan
And when mankind’s long dominion’s done
Will vermin call her tunnels home
But while you’re here I’ll pay my respects
And while I’m there I’ll ride you all day
The pride roundels, the Transport Museum
This laboured love from Epping to Hayes
I’ll mourn the parts I won’t see again
Like C Stock seats and chocolate machines
I’ll revel in how cliched this is
For someone on the spectrum to find solace in the London Underground
Why do you fascinate me so
London Underground
Why do you titilate me so
London Underground
“I trust you’ll pardon my correction
That stuff’s there for your protection
Here’s another bright suggestion
Standing right prevents congestion”
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Parasocial Relationships
07:30
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Do you remember the guy laughing mirthly while sat by an ice cream ad
Captioned on some sites with “listening to podcasts like”
You may have smirked but I fear that its message has been missed out or ignored
Being that people will make friends with people who’ll never befriend them back
Do you find comfort in bonding with fiction because it can’t bond with you
That bond’s to be kept in check at every juncture
You may think you’re safe but this can pervade even the most rational of minds
And I don’t have that so I’ve let it burrow deep
Man I’m so stressed by parasocial relationships
You have no idea
Homo habilis never signed up for this rubbish
And he can’t sign down
Where is this taking us
When is this going to stop
Your guess
Unreal
Unreal
Un-
Even the normies can find themselves blighted by this wretched malady
It’s not exclusive to internet gremlins like you’d find on DeviantArt
VIP passes for three hundred dollars or single word IAmAs
All part and parcel of this frightening aspect of multimedia’s grip
WONT LET YOU DOWN
WONT LET YOU DOWN
YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD
WONT LET YOU DOWN
WONT LET YOU DOWN
WONT LET YOU DOWN
WONT LET YOU DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN -
Won’t let you down as long as I am fed my sacrifice
Won’t let you down if I recieve my victual virgin blood
Hecatomb
Hekapoo
Bonnibel
Boniface
In the air
Of the night
You will not let me down
Through a little gash
A lash in the sash
Man’s honest poetry words its worth
Nobody is breathtaking nobody’s God
The talkshow Jimmies are not your friends
Through a little twink
A rink in the sink
The Pupkin prickheads make good gourd ground
Dedotated WAM and rebel raccoons
Her Lisztlessness will topple empires
But sometimes a kindness can go both ways
Like when I met Gazelle Twin after her Bristol show at the bar
The pagan mask was gone before my sweaty nerves
And we just talked a bit and I’m grateful for that if that’s not weird
And if I never meet the figures that helped make me
That’s alright
They’re normal people
They’ve got friends of their own
And if I never meet the muses that help shape me
That’s okay
No obligation
They’ve got lives of their own
laugh along with ashens but you’re not really there.
laugh along with ashens but you’re not really there.
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Ladybird
03:53
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Garden Song
07:00
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There’s something in my garden
There’s something in my garden
Seen it stretch
Seen it scratch
There’s something in my garden
What happened to Russia
What happened to the FBI
What happened to durian juice
Beat myself again
I can’t forgive just yet
I’m making a mime of it
Making a mime of it
I’m sure that’s not what you’re seeing
I’m sure that’s not what you’ve heard
But things take their time to heal
That’s why I fear your last word
Beat myself again
I can’t forgive just yet
I’m making sure there’s something in your garden
Beat myself again
I can’t forgive just yet
I’m making sure it sees you in the window
There’s so much I need to let go
Coming home to roost
There’s so much I need to let go
Closing in on me
There’s so much I need to let go
Making noise for fun
There’s so much I need to let go
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Dark Skies
02:42
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Notched like a crook with a hook in a line on the side of a bus that’s leaking vegetable oil
Blood on the floor like a Baskell bore with the black and tans cogniscient of the end
Heaven sent
Hell bent
Flung through the air like a debonair stent just a Brandon car chase through forgotten Barneys
Froud and a cat have a drink have a chat let your friendships melt over miles of flimsy wires
Take it higher
You liar
Dark skies
Dark skies
And in the haze they lost sight of how we’ve been coping with toilets and tantrums and toast
Thinking exclusively about makebelieve gilded times wanting to exhume that ghost
And in the panic fathers necked down bile at ‘spoons and made plans to stockpile Lidl fruits
Thinking uncertainly about Wills of the people skeksing for our essence juice
Who’s got a gun that will fire if angered
Who’s got a hand that will feed if bittain
Who’s got a party and no one’s invited
MAZANOPATCHA LOUHKTI
MAZANOPATCHA LOUHKTI
Who’s got a crotch that will moisten if fondled
Who’s got a frown that will crumple if christened
Who’s got a warning from Met Office HQ
Dark skies
Talking about dark skies
Dark skies
Hiding from dark skies
Crawl through the loft minding hatchling roft and suss out why those Georgian beams got mouldy
Poo in the bowl cut a hole in my soul with a stonking stench that’s Gauntyed up my face
Human race
False grace
Marching ahead with a towel on my bed and a fleeting sense of Jesus not like this
Push comes to shove for the isle that I love with a heart on my left and a porn ban on my right
Keep your fight
Goodnight
Here þhe Baſtarde King ƿas ſlaine
Entrails on þhe Carpette
Þhen þey ſhoƿed his Bodie on Neƿſnight
BMB
BMB
BMB
BTB
BMB
BMB
BMB
BTB
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Mattie Konig UK
Eclectic progressive music from the weirdest trans woman in all the West Country. How's it going?
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