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Forcefeeding

by James Jefferys

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1.
(Instrumental)
2.
Future Song 03:00
Jimmy Biggs - Future Song All ears to the ground Summer makes a sound Falling further down Colours break the clouds We're all holding hands Joining up the lands Hatred didn't last Scars of our pasts Eagles breezing by Children are not shy Everyone are friends Summer never ends We're all holding hands Joining up the lands Hatred didn't last Scars of our pasts Remembering that thing called war Embarrassments of times before But that won't happen any more Now we're happy, now we're sure We're all holding hands Joining up the lands Hatred didn't last Scars of our pasts... We're all holding hands Joining up the lands Hatred didn't last Scars of our pasts
3.
Whim 02:08
Jimmy Biggs - Whim Fly into my nest Come right in I’ll treat you best A bee doesn’t lose its sting on a whim Slip into my set Come right in I’m not a threat A bee doesn’t lose its sting on a whim Enter my dray Come right in I may not or may A bee doesn’t lose its sting on a whim Come in to my hutch Come right in I won’t hurt you much A bee doesn’t lose its sting on a whim Crawl into my web Come right in I retract what I said A bee knows when and what’s worth its sting.
4.
Too Diseased 02:37
Jimmy Biggs - Too Diseased Look at you. It’s great how you’ve learned To impale your worm On a hook as bait And then drag your tiny offering through a Stagnant river To burden the fish with your pointless enigma Your boat pulls from the shore; its oars are distraught Encumbered by some of the load that was caught Shrieking and wailing, a circle of gulls Leaping and flailing, they lurk in the hull A mesh of vague ghosts Drop from the bank, Slip under the mud with all else that sank I’d like to help, But with worm bisected I’m too diseased to move I’m too diseased to move These green water lines in ovals around me Are gulps in the day I’ve taken I’m too diseased to move Drinking bath water Slopped from the chalice My amniotic palace. And compared to genius; Squared against streamers And glistening ballerinas This river’s the reason I heave I’m too diseased.
5.
Jimmy Biggs - Denali & Diana Too much of a good thing Is as dangerous as never having had that thing. You’re in a burning building You’re the only one who’s safe, somehow When everything’s ashes and a metal frame, You having waivered your right to everything Will be a plan paid off. You’d heartily laugh (If laughing’s allowed) You’ll be the star and cross of the crowd Heads aloft, The bets paid off I was made with tape and string, But you were made with stronger things I fell apart when the match was struck The sudden death was too abrupt, Unkind and failing to consider those Who love enough and don’t suppose. Everyone’s groping around in the dark, Denali and Diana Only I’m closing my eyes and running naked And you’re spinning in circles Trying to convince others That it’s because we’ve been blinded by the sun. If the world ends tomorrow, Denali and Diana, I’ve only one condition – and I’ll be Happy either way, I promise. That I’m either not the only person there who dies Or that I’m not the only one who survives.
6.
Jimmy Biggs - Hammering Breeze Tween the tweedling of chaffs And occasional sure bees Nowt bridges the gap Twixt the far removed me The cares and concerns Of which rest wasps deem life Felt melt butter burned From the stove heated knife The close country path that carries loads far apart… Whispers ears, tho unclear as blood respects the heart Butterflies flutter by, the breeze burdens the work A grasshopper greets unshy on the folds of my shirt.
7.
Grey 04:54
Jimmy Biggs - Grey Dirty cloths, Galleon moths Mounds of moth-eaten rats and Soft as old clay All the world’s grey, but not in the place where it matters Blesséd to bask Distressed in the mask Another rough casket to flatten Soft as the skull of a babe All the world’s grey, but not in the place where it matters Shaking the chasm in With tainted fathoming Drooling, sedate and taciturn Soft as this day All the world’s grey, but not in the place where it matters The butterfly no longer sings Something slyly touched its wings And no more trips to Saturn Soft as old hay All the world’s grey, but not in the place where it matters Oh! To know! Where did you go? I’d sell my whole body in parts For one good idea, vivid and clear Up on its haunches in the hearth.
8.
Goose Fat 03:59
Jimmy Biggs- Goose Fat Here, Swaddled I lie Swigging curdled Goose fat flecks of you dyed red From your breast. Your long neck coils away from me, Your Son and Lover And over the hedge To admire the soldiers, moulded like boulders As penance for their eagerness. But back to the picture And your kind injection My sibling piglets immediately wince, But to me it’s nectar. The soldiers try to make you cry And born to laugh at us, Your form, diaphanous Goose fat melts from lawn to sky.
9.
Jimmy Biggs - Lonely Means No-One We’d come to a crossing and craved a kissing The mum is the boss; it prays for the precision of Something catastrophic (to delay my decision to Dumbfound this dross in this place was the mission.) So me, the showman, the low-lover’s whip, Throws seeds off the bone to a shuffling hip. But “no!” he pleads “Just some bluffing trick,” And “lonely means no-one to do nothing with.” Jay says “I’m stretched and my soul’s like a sieve” And in the same breath, Says “Was it a test? Lonely means no-one to do nothing with.” Today I awake on a lake in the sea Of a wave, I am made and laid blissfully – Shaking and naked in the blue shades of green Jay tries to say he takes it seriously. Jay says the Spring gets more than it gives And tripping down into death And in the very same breath You’ll get so lonely, you could live Jay says “I’m stretched and my soul’s like a sieve” And in the same breath, Says “Was it a test? Lonely means no-one to do nothing with.”
10.
This Cistern 01:50
Jimmy Biggs - This Cistern We were to meet atop it all Observe the beetroot crop in haul A task to last the biting cold And past the mast into the hold That this harbour Was a tent From a cruel kind of outside Is now a sense Is now a sense That is not satisfied The children stop and thank us For making them this anxious About how the fisherman kills The tide comes in – the cistern refills That this harbour Was a tent From a cruel kind of outside Is now a sense Is now a sense That is not satisfied
11.
Jimmy Biggs - Syrup & Roses In furs, socks, and bangles, he shows us a lump in an Urn – a new-fangled sewn and crumpled-up Kernel of the man who had stolen something so sumptuous, then Turned up in sandals and a woven jumper. Zed sings a psalm to the ladies of Europe, Which brings some alarm ‘cos they’re jaded and stupid – They swing from the branches as apes to endure; But bring such calm, and their shapes are like syrup. The idyll slowly closes and fills up their noses The mill from those poses has killed it so. Is That brilliant? No? Well, it’s still a real blow; it’s All the kneeling, the knowing and that feeling like roses.
12.
Jimmy Biggs - Hobbling Hope Oh! Blanket of fortitude, Four-poster failsafe And crutch to my hobbling hope. The abortionist’s daughter Like a pestle and mortar Grinds down the herbs of my hobbling hope. This barren act of charity In all its vulgarity Begins at the mattress of my hobbling hope. The patron’s small tips Are coins in my lips For a ship on the Styx of my hobbling hope. Far more than I’m needing Is called a force-feeding Five to the bar for my hobbling hope. The pallbearer’s eyes are manic and crazed Made to carry the coffin for days Stop once for cribbage to help them to cope Then back to my Keep of hobbling hope
13.
Jimmy Biggs - Cost of Living Blues Car, hosepipe, garage Box, a rope, a room Car, hosepipe, garage Box, a rope, a room Here comes nothing, Nothing on nothing, ooh. Hosepipe is too dear Rope and boxes, too Car, garage, nothing Any old room will do. Here comes nothing Cost of living blues.

credits

released July 26, 2014

Piano on tracks 3 & 5 and percussion on tracks 2, 6, 8, 9, 10 & 12 by Jakob Bruno

Guitar on track 8 and piano on track 12 by Niels Vogensen Biasevich

Tracks 6 and 8 ℗ James Jefferys/Niels Vogensen Biasevich 2014

Track 12 ℗ James Jefferys/Niels Vogensen Biasevich/Jakob Bruno 2014

Everything else written, played, recorded and produced by James Jefferys ℗ 2014

Thank you to Hans Christian Molbech for loan of the microphones.

Thank you to Martin & Marianne for use of the baby grand.

Cover photo, concept and design by Matthew Charnock. www.mattcharnock.com

Jakob Bruno - www.facebook.com/jakobbrunolovesyou

Niels Vogensen Biasevich - www.youtube.com/user/NielsVogensen/videos

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