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Strange Dreams
03:36
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Strange Dreams
Strange dreams tear at your seams.
Thoughts keep running when you’re standing still.
Strange times are seeping into your mind.
Writhe and wriggle, twist and buckle. Sweated brow and knotted muscle.
Tossing turning in the heat. Your body burning through the sheet
Your mind still churning over the shifting shapeless days.
The greatest show is such a treat - an empty row, a front row seat
As your enfeebled brain distorts each troubling news report
In strange dreams. Strange dreams.
Strange dreams. You keep on watching those screens.
Scrolling takes its toll till you can't think.
You keep strange hours - you could do with a shower.
Appliances are on the blink as dishes pile up in the sink.
Blindly flailing for the door, teeth cascading to the floor.
Your hair comes out in handfuls like bails of silver hay.
You wake to find you’re all alone. The distant screaming is your own.
In tangled sheets of grey the world around you slips away
In strange dreams. Strange dreams.
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Locking Down
03:08
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Locking Down
I’m pulling down the blinds. I wannabe alone.
I’m locking all the doors, I’m switching off the phone
‘Cause there's a lot of creeps who run the show.
There comes a point I just don't wanna know.
Unplug the TV set, the radio as well.
I’ll hunker in my bunker while the world can go to Hell.
Can someone wake me up when this is through.
Til Then why can't we make believe its 1962.
So while they're shutting down the public sector I dust off this old projector.
Rolling news can roll away - here's Cary Grant and Doris day.
Corona Virus claims another - I’m still snug beneath the cover.
Snap and crackle, hiss and pop of vinyl from the Oxfam shop.
I’m locking down.
I’m gonna grow my own - just like I lost a bet.
There's something small and green out there - it could be a courgette.
If all the slugs and snails will keep at bay I’ll make it to the middle of the day.
I’m out of toilet roll - I shoulda stashed a pile.
I’m onto Joyce’s Ulysses - it oughta last a while.
When they break down the door and find me dead
They’ll think it's a critique of endless sentences instead.
So while they're shutting down the public sector I dust off this old projector.
Rolling news can roll away - here's Cary Grant and Doris day.
Corona Virus claims another - I’m still snug beneath the cover.
Snap and crackle, hiss and pop of vinyl from the Oxfam shop.
I’m locking down.
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3. |
Dance of the Microbes
01:54
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Joey Herzfeld London, UK
Joey is a Norwich-based musician. You can find his currently released music on here. He's also sitting a other backlog of other currently unmixed albums, all lavishly recorded by excellent and patient musicians. Any much-appreciated support will help him bring more of those albums to completion. This Should be a BIG year in that regard. ... more
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