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Music On The Waters
04:06
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The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming.
The midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep.
The midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep.
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me.
Like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me.
Like music on the waters.
Like music on the waters.
Like music on the waters.
Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming.
The midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep.
The midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep.
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The Machine Stops
04:19
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Imagine, if you can, a small room.
There are no musical instruments, and yet,
this room is throbbing with melodious sounds.
She could see the image of her son.
"I want you to come and see me."
"But I can see you!"
"I want to see you not through the machine"
"I want to speak to you, not through the machine"
"The machine is much, but it is not everything"
"I see something"
"But I do not see you"
"I hear something like you"
"But I do not hear you"
The woman touched a switch and the music was silent.
The machine stops.
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Smile With My Eyes
03:31
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I see rockets raining down
While the seas are rising up
And the virus spreads around
Is this just how things are now?
I'll keep these worries inside
Listen while you confide
This mask might cover my smile
But I'll try to smile with my eyes
So many moments we've missed
Too many sunsets to list
Can't even blow you a kiss
But I'll try to smile with my eyes
I'll try banging on a drum
I'll try telling those I meet
I'll try living for today
I'll try marching in the street
Can't keep these worries inside
Please just let me confide
This mask might cover my smile
But there are tears in my eyes
So many moments we've missed
Too many sunsets to list
Can't even blow you a kiss
But I'll try to smile with my eyes
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A Memory Of '05
01:00
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A Morning Star Of Hope
03:36
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No one would have that this world was being watched keenly and closely
by intelligences greater than man’s.
Across the gulf of space,
minds that are to our minds
as ours are to those of the beasts that perish,
intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic,
regarded this earth with envious eyes,
looking across space with instruments,
and intelligences
such as we have scarcely dreamed of.
They see:
a morning star of hope,
our own warmer planet,
green with vegetation.
They see:
a morning star of hope.
They see:
a morning star of hope;
our own warmer planet,
green with vegetation.
And we men,
must be to them,
at least as alien and lowly as monkeys and lemurs to us
And we men,
must be to them,
at least as alien.
And before we judge of them too harshly
Are we such apostles of mercy?
Are we such apostles of mercy?
Are we such apostles of mercy?
And before we judge of them too harshly
Are we such apostles of mercy?
Are we such apostles of mercy?
Are we such apostles of mercy?
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The lightning is the shorthand of the storm,
That tells of chaos.
Midnight and moonlight...
As one in Hell may see the sudden form
Of God's fore-finger pointed as in blame.
...and bright shining stars.
How weird the scene!
Roaring like thunder,
The Dark
like soft music sighing,
is sulphur-warm
With hints of death;
Shadows on shadows
And thunder-clouds, whose lightnings intertwist,
Rack all the sky, and tear it into shreds,
Lightning-bright flashes,
And shake the air like Titians that have kiss'd!
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come,
The more storms come.
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A Memory Of '93
01:00
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Music I Heard With You
04:20
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Music I heard with you was more than music,
Your hands once touched this table and this silver
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
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No sitting on planes,
to sit at a desk,
to argue about targets,
we set for ourselves.
Just to run a rat race,
that no one ever wins.
I want less of almost everything,
'cause forget that noise.
Forget that noise.
Forget that noise.
Forget that noise.
Forget that noise.
Wear clothes until they wear out,
Mend the things that break down,
Read the books I haven't read,
Hear the music I haven't heard.
See all the wonders of this world,
and leave no trace behind.
I want less of almost everything,
'cause we can't live this way.
We can't live this way.
We can't live this way.
We can't live this way.
We can't live this way.
Living in a fantasy world.
Living in a fantasy world.
Living in a fantasy world.
Living in a fantasy world.
There is no planet B.
There is no planet B.
There is no planet B.
There is no planet B.
Time is running out.
Time is running out.
Time is running out.
Time is running out.
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A Memory Of '95
01:00
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The Weather Broken
03:34
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The tide and the summer begin to turn,
And ah, for hearts, for hearts that yearn,
For fires of autumn that catch and burn,
The wind is up, and the weather broken,
Listen, the word that the wind has spoken,
That loves depart as the hours decay.
Blue seas, blue eyes, are grieved and grey,
For love, gone out.
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A False Memory Of '04
01:00
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Make Believe
03:28
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Would you like them to believe the world is flat?
Would you like them to believe vaccines don't work?
Would you like them to believe climate change is a lie?
What would you like them to believe?
We can make believe
How would you like us to pull the strings?
How would you like us to change their minds?
How will they know which way is up?
How will they know what to believe?
We can make believe
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14. |
Means Of Production
05:14
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If this labourer were in possession of his own means of production...
If this labourer were in possession of his own means of production...
If this labourer were in possession of his own means of production, and was satisfied to live as a labourer, he need not work beyond beyond the time necessary for the reproduction of his means of subsistence, say 8 hours a day.
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Alien Alarms Brighton, UK
Alien Alarms combine poetry, prose, philosophy and found sounds with live, improvised generative rhythms, beat chopping and custom software to make music about love, loss, technology and society for the head, the feet and the heart.
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