1. |
Braille
03:33
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I listen to you speak
My body gives nothing away
My stride stays the same
But a puncture the size of your words
Is here in my chest
A floodgate of breath
Braille
Bile
The twist of a stomach
A blue dye
To show up the fault lines
The old signs
I listen to you speak
The words lose their shape
The streets lose their name
And a river of tar
Is filling your mouth
Is drowning us out
Braille
Bile
The twist of a stomach
A blue dye
To show up the fault lines
The old signs
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2. |
Evening Train
04:16
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Would you find it strange
If I touched your face
With my winter hands
Look how close we’re standing
On this evening train
Would it be fine if we stayed
Where I can feel your warmth
And my lungs expanding
Oh God I’m terrified of landing
Could it be
There’s been a misunderstanding
If I fell asleep
Would I wake to familiar arms
Lifting me out of this car
Into a single bed
Where the morning would clear my head
Of all the things that I’d dreamt
You are every man
Made of concrete plans
Full of walls and doors
And sturdy ceilings
I am sinking sand
I am barren land
I am quietly stranded
I am barely breathing
Could it be that these feelings
Have been misleading
If I fell asleep
Would I wake to familiar arms
lifting me out of this car
Into a single bed
Where the morning
Would clear my head
Of all the things that I’d dreamt
If I touched your cheek
Could you be the passage light
Guiding my eyes in the night
Til I drift away
And the morning
Could wake me up
To tell me that she’d stay
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3. |
A Stranger's Chest
05:49
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To lay my head on a stranger’s chest
An island of bones
To make this ocean feel like home
See I’ve been figuring out
How much I’ve come to turn things down
For fear of spilling out
For fear of speaking much too loud
To lay my dress on a stranger’s bed
A blanket of skin
To keep me warm
To keep me in
See I’ve been figuring out
How much I’ve come to turn things down
For fear of spilling out
For fear of speaking much too loud
Now my voice has fallen out
Can you teach me how to shout
Or dissolve me into sound
Of the birds of the bees
Of the murderous waves
As she flees from the scene
To the guiltless embrace
Of the sand of the sea
Now she’s all that she was meant to be
I’m so afraid of what she’ll think of me
That I can barely breathe
And I can hardly speak
And what if she can’t hear me
If I never let her near me
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4. |
A House
04:00
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5. |
The Ceiling
03:44
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6. |
Tired
02:06
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7. |
A Paper Boat
04:12
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8. |
A Cellar Door
04:12
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9. |
Promised Land
02:28
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10. |
A Ringing
03:42
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11. |
A Window
04:31
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12. |
Warm II
04:57
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Lucy Kruger & The Lost Boys Berlin, Germany
An art pop noise project fronted by Berlin-based/South African born musician, Lucy
Kruger.
Over the last four years the band have released and toured a trilogy of albums. The 'tapes' series documents a growing restlessness and an eventual release.
Their latest offering, Heaving, was released on the 7th of April and is a visceral, pulsing and intimate exploration of sound and story.
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