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鮫、細片のすみが回って回る。
燃えて、薄らぎ、死んで、生き返る
細かい光の跡が揺さぶって、ハミングして、獰猛だ。
ぼんやりした４月の賞が彼女の背中と崩れ落ちる。虚空の中に。無に戻って、消え去った。
そして私は彼女を見た。
そして私は彼女を見た。
私は彼女を見た。
後ろに倒れるのを。
そして私は彼女が風の中に倒れるのを見た
ぜろ
ぜろ
ぜろ
ぜろ
ぜろ
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And the dirge was electric
They found her dead on both sides, blank with speed.
Corpse hounds baying in a now empty space.
For all of your suffering & all of your knowing
I thought that the title gave the answer away...
So much for the flowers here
Choked black on stems, all our histories arrayed
For all the chemistry in our version of the truth.
Like demonology, no penance here
To honour your saints delayed
And on the bleeding edge we prey...
Another Five Zeroes Down
Sorry
No heroes here today
You said:
"you CAN shut it out you know"
"but it keeps intruding..."
An artefact from another time & place
When the trail went cold
Like Evelyn you were beautiful then
And in that version of the elegy we grow old
Though we're old in this one too.
This is no small defence
when boys keep slipping absent friends await
Two plagues are monumental
Its ruinous you see
Breaks thru two wires thin
Confirms the past, dissolves the maw
screaming
Threes and famines in this hole that we used to lay.
And Radiation! it follows
As logic dictates that we might break
Under the weight of this delay
with the strain of
Another
Five Zeroes Down
Sorry
No heroes here today
I scoured the wastes,
After the world fell. And you were there.
But you were charred & black.
And cold. And nothing of substance…
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If i...
seemed to phase right through you
to conjure loss from the air
Another set of,
streams and attractors breaking
to plot backwards from here....to the end.
Strung along, you're telling stories
Want this gone.
And you said,
if this was only distraction
for every hollowed thing you left
When in memoriam, these scarlings fly
and you surface.
For all your razors intent
we arrive again...at the end
Strung along, you're telling stories
Want you gone..
A line displaced
Your revenant corpse for the raves
returns to ash.
Irradiates,then burns us away
Do you remember words unsaid
by the voices in your head
In your
walking ghost phase.
Another vanished string undone
prompts the fades along
in your walking ghost phase…
Irradiates then burns us away.
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And she is leaving generic Vicodin trails
fraught with potential
And she is de-saturated/numb
And dead electric
And i remembered not to use words like that
because she's listening. always listening.
always.
And I Am Weak
Coiled black scientific, 16 minor strains
And She Is Weak
Hard synthetic like an ending of all things
And We Are Demotivated by the remedy stalling again
There will never be a right time to swallow this down
And she is
A scar tissue memento
Prescription traumatic
And she is
some apathy stunting
of the god i coloured in
& i. i am damaged
like you are damaged too...
my new imaginary friend.
And She Is Weak
A bipolar automatic artificial stain
And I Am Weak
Clawed on by aftertouch and the ending
of all things
And We Are…
Demotivated by the remedy stalling again
There will never be a right time to swallow this down
Demotivated by the remedy stalling
just waiting for the world to open up.
And. Swallow me now.
I took a razor to: The start & end of every little lie
The thousand deaths & entrances it brings
The meds that kept me under while you broke
I ran a razor through this.
And I Am Weak / She Is Weak / We Are Weak Together
Breaking…
& I Remember.
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And she runs hard from directives
Static override
Prosthetic animata radiate out from here
And the band plays on
Mannequin roguelikes
Things of steel in periphery
Through the taunt of smoke
the pyre burns always…
Never was to blame for gathering knives before the fall
It never was the shame of minor deaths and assassins here.
So if we're monsters, it's an artifice to emanate unturned, undressed & undestroyed
A dirge for all the disappeared affection / misdirection
and your recipe for body spill lays short, pale wires upon the graves.
And these are funeral days
Once corrosive, drink the fabric in
For all your blackout displays
Take a stab at recollection
And these are funeral days
Spurred on by the promise of the lingering threat here
Seems a rational trait to resign
Rolled emotion, skewered devotion
I have things you'll need to sign...
this time.
I.
I Have
Materials
In
Reply.
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If the sun were black today.
If the lights weren’t of any,
Consequence…We would still be here.
Something black in the narrative foreshadowing
An affectation of torture
& change
In the hands of the house of the god i coloured in
One more task to fetishize.
Your absence joins the fray...
No bombs for the masquerade, No god, no guns, no drugs, no lilies here..
& the costume that you wore last night
Did you embellish that too?
Oh…
Nothing more than shadow & skin now
Seven razors for all your serpents relayed
And the guard on the barricades
shouts: “hands up / hands off / hands up / go.”
Tear down the walls.
And we break
Hardwired into this state.
And still
We break.
In an artificial language we change to outrun ourselves. No flowers here
Our great conceit is an orphan now
It's screaming
Another hymn for the vanished string here
One more trip into the black
you can't control this
you can't ever have it back.
no.
Tear down the walls.
And we break
Hardwired into this state.
And still
We break...And fear, our animal selves.
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There's a crack in the narrative we bound into place
On the edge of seventeen & 40 i was
Overwrought in the wastes
Radiata divine
Check your cell phone,
Britney says the raptures arrived
I fought your war but the wolves kept coming at me
I fought your war but the wolves kept coming.
Under The Blackest Light.
There Are Traces Of You Here.
A fiction to reinforce
We were only ever vapor friends
Under The Blackest Light.
There Are Traces Of You Here.
If There was something more between us
Than our clothes & consequence to go on.
Only pieces remain....
[I wear the same cross as you everyday
now that this has gone away...]
Hurl your credit card
Paris is on fire tonight
An old passport in however many places we have left
Sterile moments that the will of history will define
No closure here.
No loop at the end.
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I loved you like a razor
Magnified a thousand times
& I fell on my own sword yesterday.
What else is new?
Say something
Please say something
Something i can use…
Don’t look back
Never look behind you
Don’t look back
Make sure she never testifies
Where are you now?
I am broken.
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A collection of songs from the forthcoming 'Other Suicides: A Pocket History Of Cryptography' album by The Mercy Cage, featuring vocal performances by Justine Ó Gadhra-Sharp, Reapers, & Kirine.
released December 15, 2017
Five Zeroes: An Other Suicides Companion
Recorded, mixed & mastered June 2012 - December 2017
@ VET_labs, Auckland NZ
Words, Music, Voice, Instruments & Programming: Josh Wood
Vocals: Justine O'Gahdra-Sharp
Vocal on track 2 & 7: Kirine
Vocal on track 4: Randi Hubler of Reapers
Cello on track 1 & 8: Carolina Teruel
Electric Guitar track 5 & 7: Dean Young
Cover design: pH
Five Zeroes Kanji Glyphs: Zeus777
All songs © 2017 josh wood/the mercy cage. All rights reserved
