Like laying in the field with ultra hearing

The United Earth Empire enjoys a period of peace.

Rotten schools 
Boring rules 
Blinded fools 
no wonder they’re morose 
Dusty flats, 
Tired, cats, hungry rats 
the day is drawing close.

A distant star dies a spectacular death
Burdened by its own unstable corpulent body
Pulled by gravity inward
Losing its physical shell
Exposed to all
A black hole
What’s the worst that could happen?

The lies you told
The choices you chose 
The day is drawing close
The lives you sold
Prizing weed over rose
The day is drawing close

Watching David’s Planet Blues
The beauty in the deep
You feel connected to the world you use
And take it to your sleep
But don’t make the leap

Too easy
To bury your head in sand

You’re alive and it’s great to feel the air
Do you care
What we do to everywhere?
You know the right thing
The wrong thing
Forget to bring
You’re little love passport 
Afraid that you’ll be caught
Caring

And the ones who fight to win
They reveal your guilt
And you hate them for that sin
Is that how you’re built?
It’s just spilt milk?

When the day comes for eternal rest
Will the earth take you back?
Will you make your peace with death 
Or will you spill all your cack?
Prove what you lack

A Musical Peace

Woolly words that itch and scratch
Fickle threads that snick and catch
Sulking silk that shuns the light
And hugs the flesh far too tight

Polished people
Grace and grammar
Sniper diction
Whip and hammer
All a whisper
Silent chuckle
Just like daddy’s
Belt and buckle

Don't you understand me?
Don't you value me?
What's the game we're playing?
Just what are you saying?

Ain’t’s a word that ain’t alright
Raise the nose and take the bite
Tasting sweet for salty tears
Excrete on plebs those inner fears

Polished people
Grace and grammar
Sniper diction
Whip and hammer
All a whisper
Silent chuckle
Just like daddy’s
Belt and buckle

Me and him or is it him and I?
The team are trying - is that wrong? And why?
I don’t need no help, no thanks
A thousand pricks and a million wanks

Polished people
Grace and grammar
Sniper diction
Whip and hammer
All a whisper
Silent chuckle
Just like daddy’s
Belt and buckle

Woolly words that itch and scratch
Tell on the teller, and catch the catch

Polished People

Life Cycles

Joe's Mirage

Field Recordings 2019​-​2021

Along the Reie, Brugge

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.
Photo by Julián Amé

Like the desert meets the sea

The 'Dawn of Dawns'. was orignally called the Yawn of Dawn, but we didn't think that worked.

Dawn of Dawns

UnBoxed August 2024
Reimagined and embellished from the Box Archives April 2024

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A View From Here

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