Lyrics

Dolphin Song

We'll live like animals and eat like kings
And oh my mind is full of things
All the noises in my head
Are noises that I will put to bed

Something in the Water

And we're all very happy
You decided to go crazy
I can't hear your incantations
So they really will not phase me
And you're fence is looking rusty
And the wires fallen down
And you're looking pretty ugly
All thanks to your toxic town

One day

There must be something
Something in the water
Vanity has its price
Someone should've told her
And now her house is derelict
Her home is where she lies
The spark it soon faded
From her decaying greying eyes

One day

I will alleviate your superficial aesthetic
And you will crawl upon the ground at being rendered pathetic
Your sorry way hopefully someday will turn to a pandemic
All will cry but with my eyes dry I'll administer no anesthetic

Blurry Life

Damp fascinations of space and time
And supposedly this is a crime
It's a pity you can't be more introvert
Then maybe you'd see it for what it's worth

Your love is like a turbine turning in my mind
But the blowing it lessens every time
And it's looking pretty rusty so take this cure
In 30 more seconds we'll be bodies on the floor

Wait

You're not missing the point
You're missing the questions
You can't understand
I aint made no mistakes

You think you know
But you're not omniscient (oh no)
For that you'll have to convert to my ways
Then maybe you'd know for a while

The finishing touches just a glossy overcoat
The piety of society gripped around your throat
Whisper it whisper it for this you'll surely hang
Just cut off the chains you could be a real man

Your love is like a roaring ringing in my ear
But the sound it decreases year after year
If you're gonna ignore me just hear this plea
For once realise your blatant hypocrisy

Wait

Everyone searches for the movie life
But it wouldn't be as interesting without the strife
If I could drill through just one thing it's that none of this matters to the men who should be kings

Laid down to sleep late one night and woke up in a blurry life and cogs turned round inside my head the ground was soft my face was red and I saw everything so clear the some came out the horizon disappeared but then I woke from blissful dream into a place so fucking obscene but

Wait, that blurry life was better than mine

Christopher Multisonti

I'm Christopher Multisonti and
you can't enable me
There's no chemical solution to a spiritual problem
But you still owe me
Owe me some money today

Adriana
Why d'ya bug me?
Adriana
Why d'ya bug me?
You are the rat in my cage
And now my temperance is lost this time round
You are the rat in my cage
And now my temperance is lost

I'm floundering on the rocks again but
We do not need to defend
Now that I'm made and engaged
But you still owe me
Yeah you still owe me alright

Chorus x2

She says 'you don't think about me
you only think about yourself and your disease'
Well Adriana I'm a soldier

Senate Rebel

Walk down the crowded street
So devoid and empty
I've seen the end

It hit everyone at the same time the rich in the air
I can see the smoke billowing from the rooftops
They tried to buy their way into heaven and almost too late the senate rebelled

Can you hear the sirens? Making me dizzy
Can you smell the triers? Burning holes
Always busy
And now this city
This dead committee

My feet are crooked to the ground
They have been there for years
Yet I smile from ear to ear
At some barren time the clouds moved out of their minds, up into the sky, the poor, their third eye

Can you hear the sirens? Making me dizzy
Can you smell the triers? Burning holes
Always busy
And now this city
This dead committee
Walking in line
Static and unkind
The senate rebel
Here's your crime
We'll be just fine

(And does the senate have anything more to add? Yep.)

The Approach

It can be heard from 62 miles away
The nearest star shouts 'splay bodies splay
until my waves lap at your bed
in burning decay you'll find yourself better off dead'

But I'll pluck a boat for you
From the rose petal patterns of this room

At some anachronistic time
Will come the Sun's demise
And for 8 whole minutes no one will know
Then they'll see and wander what they should've been doing 8 minutes ago

But I'll float off with you
From a dusty back-lit boiler room

We got lost on the approach

And all that's left is dirt
And that's not on report
Blew onto the airstrips
Blew away the ascent enlisted

Never a Childhood Pyromaniac

Juan De Nova was never a childhood pyromaniac
Since his conception played it safe set sail and never looked back
Now he'’s owned by France
And rats and cats besmirched his true discovery
Give him one more chance
We'’ll burn the ferals of the sixteenth century

Wideawake field
I'’ll take this from you
I deserve what'’s mine
I'’ll burn Captain Cook's crew
The vermin
Will set alight
Under the humming
Of telecommunication satellites
Oh Ascension Island's busy tonight

And your six strong PD won't help you now
And your little sea turtles won'’t help us now
And our big blue sky can'’t help us now
Catharsis is all you can hope for
Juan De Nova was never a childhood pyromaniac well thank God for that

And through the carcassy smoke I see
A new life awaiting you and me
Depending on who you and I have decided to be, my love.
I know I can be aloof but this time I'’ll rain down from above
From the top of the green mountains and the pylons thereof,
And the navigation'’s shot and the eco-problems not forgot
But you stay here with me and we will rewrite history.
Oh, you can mine the guano and I will mine the coal
We'’ll eliminate the eyesores all the telegraph poles

And I'll unman the machines while you tend to the spices
We will harvest new life free of farming devices,
Whilst drinking outspoken Spanish wine erase mistakes of the past
Travel back in time disregarding the contemporary phone mast
Setting right modern crisis but
There'’s always trouble between little openings of paradises

PRpt2 (Pop at Plebian Fop Pop)

Lazy agnostics that fly no flag
Ok you'’re unsure but at least take a stab
Couldn't imagine living a life so drab
Not again I already put up with that crap

The floor was the wall of my vessel as I wrestled
With those thoughts fleeting ones entered forevermore
Like you build a cityscape with 6 wires and tear it down with 4
Was obsessed with my palimpsest thought process

But all the noisy sixth form English self deprecating existential torpor and
Teenage angst
Will never shift as much
As unverbose benign romance

So I'm acquiescence to say
I'’m acquiescence to say
I'’m giving in and I'm saying I love you

In

Perhaps Reykjavik
Where the days melt into nights
Perhaps in romanticised Reykjavik
Everything'’ll be alright [x2]

The slush, the snow, the twilight glow,
The ice, the coves, the cigarillo smoke,
My face, your face, falsetto,
Dead days, dark nights, watch them grow

Your scent courses through the reverby wind
Through mono speakers birdsong is piped in
I cannot leave but who would want to?
I cannot breathe but who would want to?

They'll be 10 more hours in limbo
'Til the moonlight bounces off my bruises
Sponges all my skin
Leaves me a little less stupid

And then I'll see you under bubbling electronics
With not one mention of my half baked sonnets
Fully healed all thanks to you
And the celestial city we'’re tumbling through

I just wanna say I love you

In

Chorus

The slush, the snow, the twilight glow,
The ice, the coves, the cigarillo smoke,
My face, your face, falsetto,
The ice, it cracks, oh no, GOD NO!

And we slid down to the cathedral-centric town
All gothic designs and childlike chimes
And from under the ice someone cried

'I can see your heart beating in your chest
But the heart you speak of does not exist
Cos the heart you speak of I think you'’ll find
Is merely a creation of the mind'

And I don'’t wanna be plebeian anymore
To love and be loved, timing 4 by 4

Faux autobiographical commentaries
Awash with insincerities
Wrap this up in snow capped haze
It'’s more cohesive in my brain

What a shame...
Open your window let new leaves turn and crane
Let them in and rearrange
Put down the clichés and add an unpredictable change

Shortcomings with drinks and triangular sick
If you'’re in a corner just dance like a lunatic

Chorus
It's alright

PRpt3 (Anechoic Anathema)

Thy songs!
Vessels for ambiguous particulars!
Vagaries describing distorted histories!
Insencerities!
And melodrama!
Woe is thee!
A real big martyr

All the noetic poets know it
Versechorusversechorusverse then slow it
One last stanza to keep it goin
Contextualize in ice so you can show it

I'm so cold
So cold and so tired
of ABABAB baby 'til 3 minutes expires

Fighting with myself bout penning shapes
Do I go against the grain, write the same or give into sardonic tendencies?
Its lacklustre and it aint too special but there's no 'real me' to bear
Or is there? I don't care
I'm too detached to tell
Aw hell
But in glacial territory
There is no normality
Lets rip a page from some sub zero book and stay off the tracks and stay off the hooks and make dirty love in Reykjavik of course HAHAHAHAHA

Bury me in a Thai crack den with DVD-RW's of All New Cosmetic Surgery Live
You can fly the ice over

Closed mind
Open legs
Blew a fuse
Sucked the dregs

Pompous and posited screaming 'OH THE BITTERSWEET MOUNTAINS OF IRONY'

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But what's the deal here, maaaaaaaan?