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New Years Day
01:03
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James Jefferys - New Years Day
Stains of sulphur streak the street
Staying sober was still obsolete
In the face of finding fault in the fleet.
Same old sofa. Seep into my seat.
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Sainthood
02:52
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James Jefferys - Sainthood
These days of laziness
Never cease to amaze me.
When a pride in providing
Ferries in a landslide of unnecessary tidings,
Burying the diligent villagers of the unsatisfied
Inside their abodes of the shy,
Things take a turn towards the coral,
But not those of a floral tomorrow,
Because the reef underneath isn’t interested in morals –
Its scurrying and flurrying is something thoroughly encouraging
For anyone who doesn’t relish duties
And sees them as hellish –
“Why would you even do that to me?” –
Apparently angry at the idea of being asked to assist.
“Your nagging has made my dagger’s path:
To carve a cross into plain wood.
Your loss is my laugh,
Whittling fast,
I wonder what comes after sainthood?”
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'Promised Land'
06:11
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James Jefferys - 'Promised Land'
So, precise as a scythe or scimitar
We swap slipstreams in the sky –
Swerve into your sewing kit,
Glide inside a specific eyelet.
Enough hesitation,
Enough twitching
Shuffling and fidgeting
Us geese reject it,
Expected to shun it
And dart into
The strawberry punnet
Promised Land
With the need to be soothed –
Seeds removed,
Me, you.
Since those slaked were squirrelled in,
Assimilated, placated, sleeping and still,
Something suspected snuck into the kit -
We honked and hissed and had none of it
The bad ones
Splash into our plasma
Sashay round the streets
Of the box like a
Pervading miasama.
But we can handle it
All the way to the
Promised Land
With the need to be soothed –
Seeds removed,
Me, you.
Allegedly arriving to quell a palaver,
The bad ones are our sons, our uncles and brothers
The blue cheese on night in new places
The bullets zipping past our faces
To be polite, we bow and say
“You won the day, hooray, touché”
The sorts of things that you’ve extorted
Aren’t important. You’re not that naughty.
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4. |
Stilettohouette
04:41
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James Jefferys - Stilettohouette
Plunge through Autumnal stillborn umbers, then
Lumber under a monochrome mile
Of unironed platinum sky.
Your stilettohouette hurts through the curtain,
Surpassing rehearsal
Indecensual to humiliten me – intimate scoundrel
Born of boundaries, peeking round all corners
Omniscient bugles lose all their
Right to first refusal.
Splintered cretin
Hope will not do.
Expected, of course to recover fully –
Subject to the wonders of nature’s pulleys
Of angel-wing thread that Gabriel shed.
But seething, three-pronged, something else comes along
And I’m relieved to be wrong
Rougher than some thoughts, I’ll suffer the comfort
Soiling the mattress. Enjoying the sadness.
Omniscient bugles lose all their
Right to first refusal.
Splintered cretin
Hope will not do.
Afar, a cat asleep atop a car
Unfazed, the face of the faintly praised –
To be this blasé about today
Intimidates tomorrow.
Omniscient bugles lose all their
Right to first refusal.
Splintered cretin
Hope will not do.
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5. |
Belgians in Sudan
05:12
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James Jefferys - Belgians in Sudan
Hey, thing, the fringy fling
Put your rosy cheeks and your nosey fingers
To a task that’s useful –
Write my name on every brick
Spoon them into our time to spend
Too soon to eschew four score and ten
In the corner I’m comically sat
Moody, sporting the conical hat
Gravy corks in a walnut lollop –
Firefighters don’t eat crackling
In the mildness of the kiln
A violent, vibrant vaulting kill…
The cast of this play’s
Not cast in silver
Look at the mess which
Change gets us into
We bored a hole through the middle of a leaking Khartoum,
Drawn on the bowl as a hidden, fleeting cartoon
Forlorn was the whole of this midden, bleating platoon
Mourning their souls, dreading speaking Walloon.
Drill into kneecaps, deadpan gender
Forever my junior, blackened September
The cast of this play’s
Not cast in silver
Look at the mess which
Change gets us into
Feeding blackberries to the neighbour’s cat
(But they’re strewn about the carpet, anyway)
Harassing a hobby, interrogating you
(But they’re strewn about the carpet, anyway)
The cast of this play’s
Not cast in silver
Look at the mess which
Change gets us into
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6. |
Overwound
02:07
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(instrumental)
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7. |
Narcocktail
04:52
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James Jefferys - Narcocktail
Torn through the suitors
Diurnal blitz
Maternal mitts
Topiary cutie
Was not made afraid
Mimic the wreckage
System digestive
I got it in spades
And trip around life
Soliloquy
Taller tipi
But a cheaper voice
A habit to abandon
Everything is 99
Talented talons
Entrance to the crying eye
And bitter flotsam is the hair in the gate
Tears a hole straight through the sail
Its shitty, twisted shrapnel make
A hook-a-duck narcocktail
Addiction console me
Hitherto foundry
‘Imp’ in impunity
Cliché condolences
Fear television
Delegate one
Delicate on
Its own volition
Rollercoaster nude
Marine blue beak,
Clean in a leak –
The futile feud.
A habit to abandon
Everything is 99
Talented talons
Entrance to the crying eye
And bitter flotsam is the hair in the gate
Tears a hole straight through the sail
Its shitty, twisted shrapnel make
A hook-a-duck narcocktail
The murderous came down to muss my weave
An convince me into killing
A narcocktail claustrum wouldn’t believe
What these things did to me, really
A habit to abandon
Everything is 99
Talented talons
Entrance to the crying eye
And bitter flotsam is the hair in the gate
Tears a hole straight through the sail
Its shitty, twisted shrapnel make
A hook-a-duck narcocktail
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8. |
Comatozzze
04:19
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James Jefferys - Comatozzze
Wait a while whilst I flick through my notes;
Steady, now. I’m sending you something seminal –
It’s an essence that I haggled to bellow
From far below Barbelo my heretic’s echo –
So one vestige of kismet
Is the watchmaker’s orrery.
Take therefore no thought for the morrow
Blackboards and bunting and bazaars and harlequin
Glaziers smashing windows – the spillage comatoses
Even the mildness of the more meek Moses
So I’m still flicking – with main brace spliced, man!
Gassy party hues
Bright & checkered, like my past (aardvark)
Not a good colour for radio, though
So one vestige of kismet
Is the watchmaker’s orrery.
Take therefore no thought for the morrow
A fiery earring dangles down amongst
Dandruff plates that all your mates hate
You isn’t your fault – fault lines would be there
Anyway. As long as long is long. Clumsy gob…
So one vestige of kismet
Is the watchmaker’s orrery.
Take therefore no thought for the morrow
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Wound
01:01
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(instrumental)
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10. |
Capsized
06:19
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James Jefferys - Capsized
Soon, your obsequious suppliers
Would have brought you your horizon,
Found good use for their incisors
And ripped some flesh, cannibalising
Comedians with no known ties,
Tearing in the middle of them
And their obsidian eyes
Licking up the lids and then
When the bones are boiled soft,
We’re all alone and cordoned off
On the throne, and you’re the boss
Yet your jaw is wet,
With you not getting it
Your own little way.
This heralds in an era of dodging –
Where everything has seen better days
And your wetter traits
Are on salty straits,
Acres inland,
No trace of sand,
Not surprised that
They’ve capsized.
A tad saddened by these cavernous walls
He had had all the mad ones, and scathed them all –
Managed to handle a malaise of cool –
Not bad for a lad who was raised by wolves.
This heralds in an era of dodging –
Where everything has seen better days
And your wetter traits
Are on salty straits,
Acres inland,
No trace of sand,
Not surprised that
They’ve capsized.
Watching you, learning
Like a roof that you’re thatching
Doesn’t make you more discerning
Tongues are burning, taste is patchy
And while you’re in that far-off country
Tripping, stumbling from the heat
Everyone says the very same something –
You gotta try that lovely meat…
This heralds in an era of dodging –
Where everything has seen better days
And your wetter traits
Are on salty straits,
Acres inland,
No trace of sand,
Not surprised that
They’ve capsized.
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