=== Part 0: Streaming ===



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it’s only downstreaming
it’ll be ok in the end
it’s only downstreaming
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=== Part I: Whereing ===

Where’s my puppy dog
Where’s the little bell that she would ring
With clumsy paws
And dew claws
In new grass

Where’s my HMD
Where’s the promise of a thousand worlds
With virtual smiles
And hotspot tiles
In Source 2

Where’s my first true love
Where’s her mad dash down the M5
With open gates
And certain fates
In strange times

With newfound grace
And hastened pace
And soap

=== Part II: Holding ===

Oh one day
I’ll be babbling to a scavenger about glories I took for granted

Oh such wonders
In the times when lights travelled down the wires and the angels gilded our lives

And the mouth that was dried by ash ate flour mutations informed by fuss
And the eyes that were dulled by fire saw feisty finesse at Fester’s Feast
And the hands that were ground by strife traced patterns on your gentle skin
And the mind that was marred by worms had mars before England ceased to be

How can I hold on to something
If it’s always just out of reach
How can I let go of something
If I never held it anyway

How can I hold on to something
If it’s always just out of reach
How can I let go of something
If I never held it anyway

I may say I’m staying strong but strife may prove my words wrong
When deifying little things ensconced in coils and rubber rings
I may try to ground myself but ground’s sparse in this bookshelf
The tesseract is folding in and I risk being stretched thin

But these creeds can’t manifest when you’re out fighting for my hide
And I’m flaring on my bed with Otex dripping down my side
Please pretty P run away with me find somewhere new for our pity party
And don’t send invites to anyone else ‘cos this one’s all on me

How can I hold on to something
If it’s always just out of reach
How can I let go of something
If I never held it anyway

How can I hold on to something
If it’s always just out of reach
How can I let go of something
If I never held it anyway

cuddle with me
cling to me so tight
‘cos it’s colder in the
NIGHT TIME

tell me everything will be ok
tell me I’ll still have my salves
as the world outside goes
NIGHT TIME

take away my fear of popping off
due to coughs or bowel rot
with my art and vibes forgot
i slip red eyed into
NIGHT TIME
NIGHT TIME
NIGHT TIME
NIGHT TIME
NIGHT TIME

night time
night time
night time
night time

=== Part III: Kinging ===

Where’s my rucksack
Have I still got everything I need
My headphones
My shaving foam
My muse

On the western line in comfort
Speeding past the sea at Exmouth
Down the boulevards of concrete
Over the glass bridge that’s painted green

And Jinx purred as we watched Wings of Honneâmise
And in passing I saw through those hopeful eyes

When I see you I feel warm and when I’m with you nothing stalks the door

When I saw it I saw stars that weren’t quite stars but still shone too bright
When I saw it I saw skin that hung in strips over the ribcage
IF YOU SEE IT MAKE A NOTE OF WHICH VENTRICLE IT’S COMING FROM
IF YOU SEE IT STAY AT LEAST ONE FRIDGE AWAY AND CALL THE TITHINGS

=== Part IV: Craving ===

WHERE’S
MY
RICE
CAKES
I
WANT
RICE
CAKES
I WANT RICE CAKES
I WANT RICE CAKES
I WANT RICE CAKES
I WANT CHIPS
I WANT SAUSAGES
I WANT CHIPS
I WANT SAUSAGES
I WANT ICE CREAM
I WANT SAUSAGES
I WANT ICE CREAM
I WANT SAUSAGES
I WANT CHIPS
I WANT SAUSAGES
I WANT CHIPS
I WANT SAUSAGES
I WANT MADELEINES
I WANT SAUSAGES
I WANT MADELEINES
I WANT SAUSAGES
I WANT RICE CAKES
I WANT RICE CAKES
I WANT RICE CAKES NOW

=== Part V: Wondering ===

Truth be told
It’s hard in the best of times
To put my last year into song
To catalogue my rights and wrongs

But with a suite
It’s harder than it’s ever been
At times I want to bin the lot
And let my Macbook go to rot

Like, why bother
When I’m nowhere near the whole
This thing I’m trying to put into words
So much bigger than me

I’m a cog
In this infernal machine
Too huge to halt or splutter
If you pulled me out

ERESHKIGAL
BUSTIN’ THROUGH

TARTARUS
BUSTIN’ THROUGH

ANUBIS
BUSTIN’ THROUGH

ETHEL AND ERNEST
BUSTIN’ THROUGH

Still I’m safe
In this city of pleated stone with bas-reliefs on the walls

They can’t come in
I’ve inscribed a rune on the outer dome and I’ve barricaded the door

But it might not be enough
To let the waters take me
To leave my fate to Horus

I’ll have to be proactive
To steer my own ship
To write my own chorus

Drag and drop
Cut and paste
A vocal here
A noise burst there

I’ll get it done
I’ll put it out
I’ll make this song
I’LL MAKE IT LAST

Even if my meters start to clip
Even if my solos hardly rip
Even if the jazz metal boosts the bass and takes up space in this frantic race
Even if my singing voice can’t project
Even if my lyrics fall short of perfect
Even if the world’s crashing down around and making me frown in my dressing gown
Even if my style was heard before
Even if my puns aren’t Pinafore
Even if it’s a tale that twists and turns but never quite tells what I’m looking for
Even if you think I’m insincere
Even if you doubt I was ever here
Even if you try to pound me down ‘cos you think I’m being too BLEEDIN’ LOUD

=== Part VI: Anything ===

Let this be our last song
Let this be the one we’ve waited for
Let this be our last song
For all 16 and 24 and 32 of you

Navvies dug with bleeding hands through plastic soil and metal sands
And found a portable hard drive that through some fortune had survived
Experts toiled night and day consulting manuals from far away
Until they sourced the right lead and hooked it up to a grimy screen

Out came beauty from a world informed by joys hard to explain
Memories they’d never know in caravans on poisoned plains
Oh how they dreamed of a 20s life with so much sweet and so much strife
But the postscript remained unseen - did she ever wake up from this madcap dream?

I’ll hold on to all I can
Until I can’t hold on any more
I’ll let go of all I can
Until I’m floating free as anything

I’ll hold on to all I can
Until I can’t hold on any more
I’ll let go of all I can
Until I’m floating free as anything

Free as anything

Oh anything


Where’s my anything


Where’s my anything


Where’s my anything


=== Part VII: Down ===

it’s district line trains calling in at wimbledon park
it’s wayne’s ai dungeon stream with stingst and cornelio
it’s belleville and prometheus and alan partridge
it’s finishing up the tf2 london pack

it’s becoming the woman-aligned lover you wanted to be
it’s being proud of your discography
it’s dancing on the cutting edge of media synthesis
it’s trying so fucking hard to hear our voices

it’s sharing laughs with the friends you’ve got and friends still to come
it’s basking in the warmth of true love
it’s knowing that this will all be dust one day
and finding peace in your little slice of existence.

it’s only downstreaming
it’s only downstreaming
it’ll be ok in the end

it’s only downstreaming
it’s only downstreaming
it’ll be ok in the end

it’s only downstreaming
it’s only downstreaming
it’ll be ok in the end

it’ll be ok in the end
it’ll be ok in the end
it’ll be ok in the end
it’ll be ok in the end

ladalaba ladalaba ladalaba palotpe