1. |
HS01
02:34
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HS01
(Instrumental)
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2. |
Spindle
07:53
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SPINDLE
Look at me, don’t look at me.
Laugh and I laugh.
You hurt, I hurt.
Convulsive bonding, smile the copied smile.
Seek me, ignore me.
Laugh, cry, laugh, rage.
Break control, punish me.
Frustration kicks, rejection bites.
Punish you, nausea rise.
Hate this, adore you.
The blank face; existence barrier.
Look at me, look past me.
Lashing out, hiding in.
Scream, laugh, cry.
Building to destroy again,
And again, and again.
Shut out, spinning stare.
Mechanical distraction.
Shaking tremor, hard stare.
Expecting love, rejecting love.
Run to me, run from me.
Trapped in your shield.
No fear, all fear.
No fear, all fear.
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3. |
HS02
02:14
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HS02
(instrumental)
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4. |
Condensation
06:34
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CONDENSATION
As my options fade one by one, the path I tread narrows.
Endeavouring to shed grief, I strip away the whole.
Everything I used to be, every nonsense every truth.
Wrapped and tied, the boxes locked.
The last modicum of self-respect staggers into oblivion.
All those faces melt away.
All sensations drain.
But even numb is a feeling.
And what I find sleeping under the nothing.
Makes my stomach heave.
I have attained a lower state.
Hope expended, bereft of zeal.
Malignant thoughts taper my soul.
Supping misery in this spoon-fed trammel.
Filling the blackest nights, with blight akin to miasma.
This floor is cold.
The sleep is never still.
Attune my ears to the shrilling drift.
Wait for the sun to take my chill.
But the light tears my wretched eyes.
I see only the dark, feel only in negative.
Condensing discomposure,
Must I wake tomorrow?
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5. |
Tap
14:17
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TAP
Descension is obligatory.
I never set out to eradicate.
But I contain with a selfish grip,
To crush all I cannot fix.
All my toys are broken now.
All my pets are dead.
Rectified in contradiction,
Suitably de-conformed.
Nullified.
I’ll crawl amongst the thought debris,
Contemplating the underlying bleakness of function.
Responses are called for and will be imparted.
When all the threads are snapped,
The virulence will be tapped.
Meet me in silence,
Sink in sadness.
Unfix this façade.
Fuck this grey smiling life.
The base coat is black.
I will find the centre of this pain,
And wrap myself in its heart.
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6. |
HS03
01:43
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HS03
The Sick Rose
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
William Blake (1757 -1827)
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7. |
Spiracle
11:41
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SPIRACLE
Always looking for an exit.
Assistance is weakness, let no one in.
This head feels like a desecrated grave.
My mood disallows refigurement,
Unable to drag out of unutility.
Search for motivation, submerged in brainsoup.
The spiracles are sealed all movement; anguish.
Lacking the strength to shun doubt.
Fixed in a neurotic vice.
Coherence absent, decipher this shamble.
Uncover my quandary.
Is this the drowning lesson?
Will you pull me out?
Buzzing behind unproductive slouching gaze,
Turn around the paralysed mindscope.
Creativity struggles to seep out of inadequacy’s
self-loathing doors.
Inspiration waits to be called,
But I have no voice now.
Apathy holds me in its quiet comfort,
And urges me to be nothing.
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8. |
Godworm
05:48
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GODWORM
Burrowing holes, gouging tunnels,
Piss down brain funnels,
Connecting the vile, discontinue my smile,
Chew through my lobes.
I crave a higher infiltration.
Pollutant mucus circuit, painting all blank.
Avoidance, disconnect the relevance,
Put it all away.
Motor function controlled by chance,
Sway by memory.
Automaton motion sickness.
Unbalancing messiah, give me guidance.
Make me still.
A prayer in the beggar position,
Catch my spill, dearest vomit catcher,
This is my salvation; gastric celebration,
Idiot contortion.
Excrement smeared masturbated praise.
My divine bile visitation.
I see a new way writhing in my wasted hands.
Today is my rebirth.
I identify you as my saviour.
Godworm:
I invite you to be my excuse.
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9. |
Vermis
02:45
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VERMIS
(instrumental)
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SCALD Belfast, UK
Scald formed in 1993.
1st Gen:
Pete Dempsey: Guitar,
Vocals
Paul McCorry: Bass
Paul McCarroll: Drums
2nd Gen:
Pete Dempsey: Bass, Vocals
Mick Tierney: Guitar
Paul McCarroll: Drums
Scald disbanded in 2017.
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