In life there are times when we slowly sink into something and before we realise it we have changed.

A collaboration between Craig Winstanley (sythns, guitar, electronics) and mOSSoGARA (sax, flute).

mOSSoGARA has created this first mix

Sinking In - mOSSoGARA mix

The last view. of some despot.
With puffer fingers. dripped in blood.
Its sucks its final lick.
and Drifts away,
to its sodden hell.
Barbed crown,
Weighted down.
Under lavish smile.
and a fatty head.
the colour drains.
It drains all our pasts.
And drenches the poor.
with its nothing.
Minions gather.
And a social storm.
Grief clouds rattle.
An eternal dawn.
Gush and wail.
We do not see.
The blue queen,
Burnt to some history.
Celebrations and a few.
popped corks.
We proffer our souls.
And weep for a 
fatty life.
We gather round,
our digital selves.
on that grateful fatty day.
As the casket passes
all of us buy into.
some desperate image.
Of us.
And we wait as.
The blue queen is.
Lowered into its fatty heat.
we are for some
precious pulse.
free from the creep.
Hail our happy state.
as some anew fatty head.
grinds its skull,
towards us all.
with chintzy crown.
garnered from the gleefully. 
and silenced.
oppressed and of course.
Dead. 
long to live the grey King.
it snatches away our nano dream.
eyes now open.
the anal trumpet blasts.
as the fatty head rasps.
its hearty laugh.
we are to have, and.
behold.
We offer our fatty blood.
To those puffer fingers.
The first suck,
The first lick.
And we become.
Again.
Dead.

Blue Queen Grey King

Sonic Poetic collaboration between UnderWaveOverWave and Augenmerk
https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk
UnderWaveOverWave: Craig Winstanley and Moggy Ogara
https://soundcloud.com/craig-winstanley-1
https://soundcloud.com/moggyogara

I was convinced,
to follow myself around.
from that beach I walked,
towards those southern
cemetary gates.
through those rainy days.
across those motorways.
I found myself waiting,  waiting, waiting,
for some family, family.
With no poets in 
my pockets.
I hoped to look further than
that day in hand.
and maybe, maybe,
to be happy to,
find some nothing at all.

My head expanded.
my carried bag found.
I stare into that puddle,
at some clutching shark,
to find my extasy.
to feel some pain!
You. city! did have, has that. has that heart. that heart.
I am to blame!
I am to blame?

My hand fits the glove,
My heart starts to shine.
I walk to the dancing days.
To the wonderful, beautiful, tinted haze.
With ghosts of love.
And then I see,
I am to save that one.
from that desperate gaze.

As I drown my sodden heart.
The filtering, hintering, lights suggests,
That from this now, this is it.
I have a memory, I have. a memory.
I have that in my hand and now.
I stumble out towards.
Towards, towards.
A some sun light.
and now after many years, years, years.
I am looking back, to look forward, to looking back.
To Mancunia.
To Mancunia,
To Mancunia.
You have.
My Heart.

To Mancunia (ft. Augenmerk)

A Digital to Analogue to Digital collaboration between 
Craig Winstanley
and
Jonathan Ogara
With Collaborations with Augenmerk https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk

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