On TV screens
Perma tan laser beams
Oracle of teenage screams
Looks like a tangerine

Listing camera one
Wales's prodigal son
Like a loaded gun
It's never been for fun

Harbinger
Carpenter
Mellifluous malingerer
Tom Jones' little finger!

TJLF

Acoustic Jam

It Must Be True

LoveLightStatic

Another experiment from the mind of Vincent Marsh...
   -'down, down to the steel earth core, crushed under pressure of the dark pulsing source'


(cover star is Susan Atkins of Manson Family fame)

Black Sand

Take off, all you've ever guessed at,
unveiled...
Black holes, now we're open, time to
set sail...
Spaces, unexplored textures, no room
to fail...
Blinding, force yourself towards the sun, 
exhale...

A...Temporal...Anomaly syndrome
We... Teleport... Astronomically back home...
A... Temporal... Anomaly syndrome
We... Teleport...

Adrift...

Rocket fuel, tear gas canisters, the truth...
Petroleum, folding space time, seek proof...
Haunting, the gravity vacuum, nail and tooth...
Bending, our minds telepath, back to our youth...

A... Temporal... Anomaly syndrome...
In... The future... We'll never get back home...
A... Temporal... Anomaly syndrome...
In... The future.... We...

It's a myth...
Return...
Faultless abyss...
We learn...


A Temporal Anomaly Syndrome

Ecstacy...... Taking over me
It's plain to see...... That I'm gone

I can see you falling now
Let go of the weight that's holding you down
I can see you falling now
Let go of the weight, let go of the weight

Say to me...... I deserve what I get
Endlessly...... Retracing regret
Basically...... We're not happening yet
With space to breath...... You can help me forget

Byzantium

Basking in the glow
Of this toxic community
I sense my spirits
Glowing with radiation
A third hand
Symbiotic mutations
The collective mind forged
From experimentation
Purity born from humanity's plea
A longing for clarity
Messengers vexed with disparities
Whilst the inhabitants
Wage wars quietly
Lining up for target practice
Aiming at mirrors
A sense we're going backwards
Not at all ourselves
Progress interrupted
Did it not begin at all
Did it not begin at all
None of us will stand
None of us will fall
Homes for personalities
To display their talents
An arrow through the middle
Rather than this detour we see
Amalgamating in an attempt to flourish
Or in trying to be perceived that way
The soil is left barren and under nourished...

The Message

Binary Laughter

You
I'm not gunna hesitate
If you're gunna make me wait

Stay with me
Til you see
The outer reaches of ecstasy
A bridge to eternity
We'll see stars
Fall toward our feet
A vision beyond belief
Whilst the earth gently sleeps
In our arms
Let go and be
Yourself with honesty
Without you endlessly
Revealing scars
Nature shows it's face
Puts us in our place
Mirrors our own disgrace

Mellotronomatopoeia

Brevity

Time evolved without us
Sowed the seeds of nothing
Never reap what we sow
Last breath into the unknown

By our fingertips
We push the world to the brink
Discarded and unused
Without time to think

Time evolves with us
Sow the seeds of something
To keep the future in tow
Nothing will be unknown

Never believe what you see
Reported and distorted
On the surface it shines
But beneath lie the crimes

Fearless
No consequence
Breathless
As we recompense
Tasteless
Second best
Wasted
Just like all the rest...

The Paralysing Realisation That It's All Our Fault

Myalgic Encephalopathy

Careful where you stand
No sure way to know
Whether the seas or the sand
Are the sure way to go

Lift me up to the sky
Where I feel no pain

Red rivers they flow
Til only the fear of god remains

Where I feel no pain...

Captain Squelch Has Melanoma

Ether Gloves

Leaving my fingerprints
Where you can see
Grasping at nothing
Beyond my reach
White as snow
Twice as light
A feeling forgotten
Between the twilight

I don't need to be seen
To know that I am here
A blister in your mind
As thoughts disappear
And for a moment its whole
This fleeting glimpse
Inside of your soul
So try not to flinch

A howl
A howl into the void
I shout
For nothing

Egyptian

Arthritis

We own nothing...

What happens when a renegade armed with an 8 track and great hair, weaving tunes to disarm societies omnipotent controllers meets a mute creating pamphlets to help the downtrodden help themselves..? DD! Born in the late stages of whenever last year was, progressive riff rock tinged with off beat self depreciation and a need to fill time usually wasted started to take shape... unfortunately, the early form showed itself to be a tune named after some Welsh blokes little finger and to be honest, things haven't improved much since, despite some old classics from Vincent Van Marshtone VI and Oliver, the mysterious son and heir to an ageing Russian oligarch's peanut butter fortune, but whatever you say, they won't stop. So, if you like riffs, DIY music making and just generally telling the mainstream they're fucking idiots, get in on it...

A further addition to the mantra cause alas... as dandruff flakes fly and must reside on the scalps of the affluent, the fragments, disjointed, of the one, seperated and landed, settling comfortably on the few... No longer just rifffss, melodia abiding tones... Hungarian waltzes borne out the mouth of Rocco Bossanova... oblivious.

Danger Drop!

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