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Forcefeeding...
01:38
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(Instrumental)
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2. |
Future Song
03:00
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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
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3. |
Whim
02:08
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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.
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4. |
Too Diseased
02:37
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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.
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5. |
Denali & Diana
02:53
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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.
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6. |
Hammering Breeze
02:04
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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.
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7. |
Grey
04:54
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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.
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8. |
Goose Fat
03:59
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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.
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9. |
Lonely Means No-One
04:48
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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.”
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10. |
This Cistern
01:50
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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
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11. |
Syrup & Roses
02:10
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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.
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12. |
Hobbling Hope
03:12
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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
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13. |
Cost Of Living Blues
02:09
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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.
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