https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4qeiYoVyQE
Saints Are Hard To Live With

summer hung
keep me where i keep you
dulling to your colour but i’ll love you when i leave you
buffer when you’d want us
wonder when the weed due
shudder under covers i was coming when your key skewed

you rung me i was somewhere where i’d see you
punching cupboards when i’m running what i been through
hold me like a hymn sheet
quote me like a creed
put your hope inside my mystery i’ll own you like a dream

hold my hand let me show you how i seep
loam in the groove keep the omen in the shoe
mum was in her home i had to open in the room
i was showing her i’m sober know i’m smoking when i move

o2 OF show holdin it with hue
couldn’t even toke it estr told us what to do
i was in the hovel prodding offal in my loom
sun make it stink stick lobbing at the moon

fly walk the horse eye watch me as i brood
snake eat itself ouroboros on the food
dog collar mood i got your name all on the body
wanna save it all for me until you saying that you’re sorry prolly

felt better then i felt worse
held heaven then i held hers
witnessed all in the spool cyclical
wound bound welling shepherd of my hell herds

spit peppering the stairs
i was stepping on the rest more a leather Fred Astaire
legging it to lairs to get set into her wares
she was waiting at the station like an ember in a chair

last train
we bled west
the madman sings and babes wrench necks
i put her in a pocket with a pebble from my stretch
and it’s like i’m there now and it’s like i never left

my own tears tethered to my head
get them in the flesh when i’m staring in the thames
back to the pad put the message to the test
it was back to the back when i’d tell it to the guests

so i’d write em 
pritt stick dry em to the gables
a safe move cos no way a neighbour could erase you
it was me at mill pond spraying paint all on the harling
they were gone by the morn we were parking

the next day parting in the black cab
london humming something saw my father in a flashback
woke up in soho magic cast the hash pack
wrapping ammi backwards on the tube i passed my mans flat

and sank betwixt sticks we were freeing us
in drugs and fat fields where we’d speak no cohesiveness
cabbage hill held the seams in us
true saw the view so huge it felt meaningless

summer hung
keep me where i keep you
dulling to your colour but i’ll love you when i leave you
buffer when you’d want us
wander when the weed due
shudder under covers i was coming when your key skewed

you rung me i was somewhere where i’d see you

Sheep /// Dylantheinfamous (video in bio)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZ6BU-ACF54
Saints Are Hard To Live With

i was a hound in the city 
thought i couldn’t see you there
but i found you in the city  
so i hang on every end of every crown of hair 

but i was crowned in my village 
knew i couldn’t keep you there 
but i took you to my village 
and you waited at the station like an ember in a chair

in the parish 
down to the old town
i knew i wouldn’t need you there 
till i did and i split like i’ve known no bounds 

i was a hound in the city
knew i couldn’t see you there
but i found you in the city   
so i walked to the village from trafalgar square 

i was a clown in the city 
hung looking so fine 
when you’re down in the city 
you can pay me no mind

The Hound (video in bio)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnCG6214-7A
Saints Are Hard To Live With

L.A. decays  
i’m late 
she left but her trace had stayed  
heavier than heaven on a waif's plate  
we ate she came i changed  
chase planes  
cigarettes sent to her window in rain  
late train  
see her shadow like a stray  

clay brain  
remains in the grains of the knackered ash tray  
day dreams 
hands break the face  
strange parades  
beckon in the clipper flame  
the flint’ll flicker i fidget and fade  
pretty cage  
  
humming streets meet  
lovers wonder where london leads  
receipts 
shit coffee 
moddy-coddled art scene teens  

sheep bleat  
i mean preach  
younger than the sum of their factory’s steam 
keys in cubicles 
the baggy trapped in the zipper of the dickie jeans  
slabs of meat heat like oxford street concrete  
souls mould in ai we OP OTT TTFN G2G
she BRB  

burnt sheets  
cogs whirring in my sleep  
said she love me cos i fucked her like a machine  
she plead why’d i try to try?
life tore us 
girls hide daughters  
boys find porn till eyes water  
paupers with mortgages  
rich wounds fit to fill a fortune in  
awful porcelain ornaments  

ornate drapes in the council flat  
generations stayed we dying on this island it’s no alcatraz  
only shackles found my dad  
bodies bending backwards to the sound of cash  
i let the penny drop 
on beat 
need the thou for that tho really  

the city will sleep and ima see it
leave them like a landslide hold you like a secret 
i mean it. 
bang the gavel at my own hearing  
no plans no hands she had go steer it

L.A. Decays /// Argov (video in bio)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wXG_MvoWIU
Saints Are Hard To Live With

mum raised son  
dad used to beat us  
wouldn’t know the man’s face his hands never leave us  

pleas hung to the clothes as i wrote this in the blem smoke  
granny had the pall mall in court for crescendos  

prerecorded testimony videos  
those pigs in a home 
names in news papers  
drop kicked toddler  
aunts wouldn’t ask  
glass broke didn’t bottle up  

we all almost offed it  
change with the surname  
looms. weave taking us from urban to urbane  
i promise  
but never known a home that could’ve kept me  
ghost town house under bedsheets  

kin kiss the cold shoulder note it house the cul-de-sac  
then i met Flori how the wind met the bowler hat  
thanked her father with a promise to my nike shoe  
pauper in the formal till she told me wear his fine suit  

i could’ve cried through  
i think of mine too  
and wonder does he miss me  
but he is me

The Wind & The Bowler Hat /// Dylantheinfamous (video in bio)

languid looms. presents The Carillon. 
Property of The Lo & Behold Construction Co.

Released privately to buyers 1/2/25. 
Made publicly accessible 11/6/25. 

to be paired with 'Smoking in Granny's Car' by Andrew Keyman.

https://loandbeholdconstruction.co.uk/buy-Smoking-in-Granny-s-Car

'The latest offering from looms. (also known as languid looms.) isn’t an album in the traditional sense. It’s a slow-burning, confessional exorcism of faith, shame, class, and memory – each track ringing like a bell in a place long since rebuilt. Known for retreating from the spotlight, looms. emerges here not with spectacle, but solemnity. No singles, no press roll-out, no algorithmic bait. Just sound, story, and stillness.

 

Unfolding across 15 tracks and a companion documentary by Jamie Flatters, what looms., The Carillon marks the artist’s most open act of resistance yet – against genre, industry systems, and the myth of visibility itself. It’s a body of work rooted in the ruins of a commuter town, shaped by a working-class Christian upbringing, and animated by guilt, grit, and glimpses of salvation.

 

Through The Lo & Behold Construction Company, he’s built an intimate ecosystem for his art to survive on its own clock: handwritten letters, limited drops, and voices speaking directly from the margins. In a culture that demands constant performance, looms. crafts a world where the music – and the message – can simply exist.'

- Notion 

https://notion.online/looms-is-stepping-out-of-the-shadows/

pillory ///  nohidea

loooms_filp.wav

produced, recorded, mixed and mastered by tokonoma in steves bedrooms.
artwork by tom stockwell.

muddy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sefDTDZgp80

out of innards
www.insidetheshed.net
@ninetwobeats

saw the truth lying in the lies. fire finding ice. 
residing in the eyes of the two who grew too tied like a noose do.
it moved you. sumn like the voodoo 
the yute threw a tantrum, ranting to the dry wall. 
the man stands now hands hanging from arrival. 
deny the denial. tear for a tear. 
oh he had a sick fear of the fear now he here but uhh…
play it back now he gone again. 
lace a pack now we on the mend. 
she on the bed. he was on the edge 
we were lopping heads seeing orange reds.  
still got her specks on the ledge.
and her perfume; donning his golden fleece. 
shit’s looking more bronze in these colder scenes. 
holding heat in the form of hearts. 
it’s all a dance - the performance of the past
in the present. ever together and apart 
met the severance again he meant tether n the mast   
never them two? the most malevolent of arts
with the devil in the palm, calm. he like mwah

liver /// nine.two (video in bio)

now look here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YLIzVevtxY

out of innards.
produced by @ajmwsounds

black river. 
same shade as the ticker.
ache a day late -  had to give up. 
frame laid to waste; map the mirror. coasting. 
floating 
but still sitting stiffer than his omens. of course. 
the kiddy didn’t listen when she told him that he held the key. 
said that wealth was he…
they’d melt L’s with the held hells their shells would heave. 
dwelled well on the one now there’s worlds between. 
fell as trees with the roots tied. 
and tonight the sun saw their youth through and fruit fried. 
yeah see you soon... too soon but it’s too right 
new you and a new i -  new moon in a new sky. 
new highs in the same low. 
“the grass greener where you ain’t though” 
bark the demons on the way home. 
hard to keep em in at bay bro. 
darkened be the halo. 
he only part the sea to lay slow.

ticker /// AJMW (video in bio)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6l8ibLZksQ&feature=youtu.be

out of innards
www.insidetheshed.net
@sweetswex

light deliver me. if I die, live as me. 
hitting highs - think he see the lows in his abode with high precision 
he denying woe and oh, the sight define the most.  
how and why to cope? how am I to know?
“I dunno, he might’ve though.”
“but why he write as so?”
shyer shire flow. no road but he slip up. 
dead the whip - let It flip up. 
met the hiccups and couldn’t stomach shit. 
funny tummy rubbing it. 
something under skin- nothing over walls. 
numbing up a bit - mustn’t show at all. 
grow and know the fall, so we only call. 
knowing all he drooling out’ll now amount to more than storage for the wall. 
audible awe of all
taught to crawl we had to stand.
Mother at the hand in her grandness now. 
hope she hands it down. 
come in handy now. 
said his Mother at the hand in her grandness now. 
hope she hands it down. 
come in handy now.

muddy

tokonoma

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