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Eyes of Absinthe
01:04
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Read your loving cunts,
Read your brothers words,
Drink my blood and eat my breaded skin.
Kill my pets on an alter and sing
In pubs made of observed lives
Of beautiful locks that you shall caress.
Smelt and convicted in dark rooms of damp scent.
Breath song, As lovers thumbs push
Until they make back holes of infinity and endless possibility.
For a hand that is empty is a lost boy in the forest of indignation.
Poetry by Connor Kelly
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2. |
Cider Skin
03:36
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Beaten Demons
Chewing Bones
These Open Tombs
Are Empty Homes
Weeping Mothers
Sleeping Dead
Innocent Babies
Will Dream Instead
I can feel the cider on your skin
The State that we are in will never prevail
Conflicting duality, no sense of symmetry
Amongst the derailed, in a foreign field.
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3. |
Crust
01:14
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Butterflies and stingy things
Bigger stocks and Biggerlings
Devils fudge never leeks
Something odd and circle jacks
Figgy loads and sticky slacks
Christmas trees and jelly bells
Filler strays and garbage shells
Some are franks, stone and stick
Rampage and Hobby cracks
Backseat drivers and fold up wings
7 parts and pull up slings
Music and Lyrics by Connor Kelly
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4. |
Love Is A Novelty
05:12
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Love is a sycamore tree
It's sickly sweet bath salts and forlorn philanthropy
Love is leave your dignity
At the door as you shuffle in
Romantic Palaeontology
Love is a Blood clot in my artery
It's a cherry flavoured harlot that looks flesh hungry
Love is a mystery
Love is a dustpan and brush
And a broken antennae
Love is a frog in your throat without a cough drop
Love is argumentative bookends
Love is the tightest kiss from my prettiest judas
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Murder
02:02
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Your broken face ruptures in comfort
With an Unwilling Fist
Dust shatters and rises in Your brush eye lashes,
Do you dance?
Because your ankles look tight.
Thighs brace themselves in my presence
Throw your head back in inverted ecstasy
Pound your palms on the wood floor and dance,
scrape you with your claws
Bring noise in to this world
Fall like shrivelled wet washing draped on the ground...
Poetry by Connor Kelly
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Ink Siblings London, UK
Ink Siblings Is
Connor Kelly
Alfie Killick
little-blood.bandcamp.com
thundermasterfuture.bandcamp.com
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