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Abyssal Dreams

by I Am Your Wife!

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Mike Mcconnell
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Mike Mcconnell Rough but direct and quite wordy for this sort of err.. noisepunk? Favorite track: The Spidergoat Lullaby.
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1.
Tonight ladies and gentlemen dozing before your TV screen. The static light dancing over your corpulent faces. We bring you the war you waited all your life to see. Broadcast direct from our studio on the South Bank to the centre of your brain live and in glorious stereo vision it’s…THE WAR OF THE ANTS They weaponized the cordyceps, that burrow down into your brain You cede control to higher power, that drives you up towards the sky You sit there waiting for your dreams, until one day your head explodes Cut to commercial for the latest dispatch from the marketing company that has taken it upon themselves to decide how best for you to live your life. Your life has been planned out in advance as a series of viral campaigns so put down your boron Poindexter, it will not save you now, salvation emanates only from the chrome finished, WiFi enabled, internet of things available directly from…THE WAR OF THE ANTS You live in fear of fire ants, who see the seed in everything, To keep themselves out of the mouth, they'd offer Moloch anything. You wish you ever felt a thing, but cold regret at never was In a blind panic you stagger out into the street with the sound of our studio band echoing behind you. Dodging the flak from every direction until you trip and stumble into a blind deaf alley. The pain in your head swells as the deformed mutating bone starts to crack and protrude, the toughening of your skin is just your body preparing you for a life of service to THE WAR OF THE ANTS And if you just took one minute of your sugar sucking lives If you could endure a few moments of the terrifying clarity of reality. You might realise that you outnumber them a million to one but You will never be more than you are. Divided and conquered, vegetating, masticating, fornicating, genuflecting, salivating and never realising that in the war that they are feeding you…YOU ARE THE ANTS
2.
AGENT16 02:46
AGENT16 stands on the corner in the middle of the city as she marks the mark she says don't you think that I look pretty In this little dress with my scarro knee AGENT16 is a girl that you can call of negotiable affection with her heel against the wall her asset hits the floor as she issues a silent scream At night when in her bed, what rattles through her head is Oh my Glob I have just wasted my life on you losers and boozers you part time abusers of love AGENT16 says that she is self employed that her tactics are avoision and they're easily deployed in any situation beneath London Bridge station AGENT16 lies all crumpled in the bar where her kids have got their knives and they cut too deep and hard 'til her blood begins to pool and congeal beneath the stars At night when in her bed, what rattles through her head Oh my God I have just wasted my life on you losers and boozers you part time abusers of love NOW my family all hate me and my best friends they berate me for my choices in this life I never could have been your wife I make a little money when I sell my dirty soul I make a little extra when you fill a dirty hole AGENT16 come in your time is up Your time is up
3.
Joel 03:56
And Joel is alive and living inside a hospice downtown He stalks through the night in the absence of light crowbar in hand He jimmies and pries just beneath cold dead eyes going in for the teeth See Joel get’s his kick, when they’re rubbed on his dick, when he’s rubbing one out Joel is alive and living beside a kindergarten The kids run to see Mister Winky they all want to play They all laugh and scream he says it’s a dream one you should forget My lawyer advised, this should be clarified, Mister Winky’s a dog A dog shaped like his cock. Poor old Phoebe, he gave her TB Piles AIDS HIV Necrotic Diarrhea, porcine gonorrhea, mumps and rubella Meningitis, encephalitis, dutch elm disease Myxomatosis in gargantuan doses, really bad times Fucking bad times. Joel is Alive Joel is Alive Joel is Alive (But he’s a cunt yeah) Joel is Alive (A massive cunt yeah) Joel is Alive (He fucked your mum yeah) Joel is Alive (Right in the bum yeah) Cunt Joel is alive and living a life of sordid disgrace He travels the earth with diseased afterbirth tainting his trail Blood spits when he shits red tears from the slits where his eyes used to be So worship appease sacrificed on your knees to this dirty old cunt To this dirty old cunt.
4.
You seemed so self assured down at the whisky social The night we went down and we kicked up all that fuss Then later that night we went back to your flat to do the sort of things that we have seen in grothouse films And you scream baby, let's get depraved I've seen there's something of the night behind your eyes And when we strip we strip ourselves of something else A thin veneer sat between right and wrong and in the morning light now I no longer feel so bright And you scream baby, let's get depraved Pages fall away and it's six months now to the day There's something of the night down there behind my eyes What did you take from me a sense of decency? Or something that I might actually miss. And you scream baby, let's get depraved.
5.
Vainglory 04:32
Born on the sabbath with blood in his eyes The midwife turns heels and flees from belief Feasting on carrion covered in flies His grin will disarm you all gristle and teeth Up through the ranks of abused teenage years Seducing inducing the love of your life Pulls her in close as he laps at her tears Rests his chin on her head as he slips out his knife Now he stands vainglorious over us all Soft focus lights still got blood in his eye Sells you opinions that will make you gall He's a hard man to kill but of course I should try As we lie on the floor, in a semi embrace, I feel a moment arrive. A moment that will fracture into another and another leading to every other moment that will ever be. The concrete is slick with your blood and your eyes that are glass pass the last image to your brain, that image is me, my face, burning the rods and the cones, there I am, jumping over that last edge with you, the last frame of light blowing through the dark arcades of your mind. The forces pull me off breaking the chain of hand to knife to chest dragging me back through the crowds i piled through just to get to you for a moment, our death moment.
6.
Blackletter 03:28
Meanwhile back in Frankfurt city there's a girl with a shard of her name in the back of her brain But she cannot remember while she cannot forget and her grimoire is set by the side of her bed Her Blackletter Down in the alley there’s a creature that is hiding away From the bright city lights and the himmlischen blick Now awaiting the silence that will cover the scene As something grows near that is pulling it in A Blackletter Finally in an hour they will meet on the steps Of the Schloss where she lives in her Gothic mansard Then their breathing will stop and their eyes will connect and empathically share everything they will be The Blackletter
7.
The lines go on and on, as silence takes its time I stare at the abyss, as it stares into me All paths to Brey, have been shut down, and locks have lost their keys Only me, echo you, slow dancing in the haze Your slightest touch conveys, the light beneath your caul The music whispering, a new day on its way Our hands are stuck, our fingers wet, are weathered in the rain Light in squares, breaking in, the shadows turned from bones The room is cold and now, the dream is residue Spidergoat waiting there, is looming over me But as it sinks, its fangs back in, I hear her lullaby Sent to sleep to feed the beast and her little ones

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When men in books awake from a vision, they commonly find themselves in some place in which they might have fallen asleep; they yawn in a chair, or lift themselves with bruised limbs from a field. His experience was something much more psychologically strange if there was indeed anything unreal, in the earthly sense, about the things he had gone through. He could only remember that gradually and naturally he knew that he was and had been walking along a country lane with an easy and conversational companion. They were walking like old friends, and were in the middle of a conversation about some triviality. He could only feel an unnatural buoyancy in his body and a crystal simplicity in his mind that seemed to be superior to everything that he said or did. Dawn was breaking over everything in colours at once clear and timid; as if Nature made a first attempt at yellow and a first attempt at rose. A breeze blew so clean and sweet, that they could not think that it blew from the sky at all.

The Man Who Was Thursday - G.K. Chesterton

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released May 23, 2015

Recorded at Soup Studios, Limehouse, London. Engineered, mixed and produced by Giles Barrett and David Holmes.

Mastered at 3345 mastering by Noel Summerville.

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