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King Kaput
03:46
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KING KAPUT
let’s make her eat cake
go whet the guillotine
rife opinion’s inclined to be mistaken
love’s a two-faced match
and to catch the snatch
some’ve been known to cheat
see, I’ve gotten too sour
spliced the plebs in a flour war
cyclonic moods swing me jackets that pin my arms
& crown me as powerful
as King Canute commanding the waves to stay put
King Kaput commanding the waves to stay put
your arrogance demanding your pride to take root
but if pride begets a fall then you’re gonna find
that you’ve fallen flat on your arse
I’ve gotten too sour
so I’ve left it all to you
but I know you’re gonna fuck it up by doing it
in a way you know how
you know how
in a way you want to
you want to (coz I won’t be there to see you)
in a way you know how
you know how
in a way you want to
coz I won’t be there to see you
I won’t be there to see you
I won’t be there to see you
your moods
fuck with my moods
so I won’t be there to see you
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2. |
Amber Circle
02:32
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AMBER CIRCLE
old Baltic blood
of trees centuries’ve hardened
into this amber string
fer when you begin teething
& Rumi says
love is an astrolabe but
I’m sure you’ll need yer amber string
when your heart starts teething
now, mind what money can do
just ask a loan shark or two
what a parent’ll do
just to put their children through school
take a squizz at Salome’s ma
asking for the head of John the
Baptist on a silver platter
drizzled with his grisly blood
his blood
fortunes’ll fluctuate
& power’s a big headache
but working hard is better than
hardly working at all
don’t be dazzled by
the kind that’ll tantalize ya
with her peacock skirts & demands
a ring of diamond bigger’n her ego is
as fer bequests, I’ve two
a couple of wings & these firm family roots
show’m all what you can do
& I’ll say “that’s my boy!” with unbridled joy
now, I’ve never been one fer math
but, like a hologram, I can see that
should you divide a parent’s love
it will still retain its whole
it’s whole
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3. |
The Inclination
03:19
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THE INCLINATION
the rainbows
that stroked no pots of gold
the jotted-down
bollocks of being
upside-down
down under
where his mind was mashed
thru a sieve of pot
& noodled out
like grey spaghetti
he’s gonna lose us
like grey spaghetti
he’s gonna lose us
like grey spaghetti
he’s gonna lose us
where his mind was mashed
he’s gonna lose us
thru a sieve of pot
us
he’s gonna lose us
off the platform
does he even stop to think?
it's just bad form
the loved ones
they cry to their graves
now big Buddha
knows they don’t need the abuse
now it’s upside-down
down under
where his mind was mashed
upside-down
and mashed
where his mind was mashed
where his mind was mashed
at the JR
where his mind was mashed
at the JR
where his mind was mashed
at the JR
and they walked on
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4. |
Rule of 3
04:01
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RULE OF 3
love, hate & disinterest
one of the three you display best
care, defy or ignore
there’s only one right answer
in this test
& you’re talking it up
like you think you know best
the invisible thread’s kept you
hanging on
kept you alive, made you seem
so strong
but it was love, not hate
it was love, not hate
it was love itself & it gave you life
now, you’ve turned your back
disinterest is rife
it was love, not hate & it gave you life
now, you’ve turned your back
disinterest is rife
turned your back…
from love, hate & disinterest
ignorance is your family crest
passed down from the time
you didn’t invest
& you’re talking it up
like you think you know best
the invisible thread’s kept you
hanging on
kept you alive, made you seem
so strong
but it was love, not hate
it was love, not hate
it was love itself & it gave you life
now, you’ve turned your back
disinterest is rife
it was love, not hate & it gave you life
now, you’ve turned your back
disinterest is rife
turned your back…
turned your back…
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5. |
Vivid Hues
04:50
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VIVID HUES
Ivan Bilibin, yeah
Ivan Bilibin, yeah
Ivan Bilibin, yeah
Ivan Bilibin, yeah
pastels & lithographs of vivid hues
bear-trap my eyes
fantastic firebirds & Koschei
(who can never die)
it swirls to me
from halfway round the world to me
lai lai lai
from halfway round the world to me
of all those words you wrote
none opened like that open letter O
all those dreams you wore
your prospecting could’ve turned out better
it swirls to me
from halfway round the world to me
lai lai lai
from halfway round the world to me
don’t walk away
I won’t walk away
firebirds on epitaphs
those vivid hues that you imbued
I mine my childhood
for veins of gold that you upholded
& they stare at me
from wherever you are in my heart
they stare at me
from wherever you are in my heart
lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai
lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai
Ivan Bilibin
Ivan Bilibin
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Bang of Sun 神戸市, Japan
Bang of Sun is a rock band based in Kobe, Japan. They fuse a range of different influences to create a unique and dynamic rock sound.
バング・オブ・サンはロックバンドで神戸を中心に活動しています。バング・オブ・サンは色々な音楽の影響を受けな がら独自のサウンドを作っています。
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