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Wrap my heart in hessian
Smother in calamine
Kiss me soar, leave me bloating
Concentrated sooth, vampirical supply
On all fours, give me cause for a beating heart
Forest Fire, burning desire for a beating heart
Precordial wake, thunder shake, a cardiac jumpstart
Viper delights and angel bites for a beating
He lay me a bed a sinking desert
Rose me a shoulder an endless climb
Plucked my ploom midair
Had my bloodhound runaways hunger strike
On all fours, give me cause for a beating heart
Forest fire, burning desire for a beating heart
Precordial wake, thunder shake, a cardiac jumpstart
Viper delights, and angel bites for a beating
Bella Donna drip into an open eye
Stick and poke prick, hot spring dive
A pupil stare so black and wide
Waterboard and deprive me till I’m broken apart
Cricket creak in summer heat
Heavy breath upon my naked tongue and cheek
Shibari suspend, Swiss plaits barb tug the back bend of
Cat cow rubbings in the dark
Give me cause for a beating heart
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Out of the Steel Works
04:23
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Out of the steel works came music
From the gutter a spark
A flaming ambition that sets
Me and my father apart
Raised from the rusted rubble
An epiphany from the dark
A symphony of clamouring
Shook the soot, and woke me with a start
The acid smog it shifted
Breathed a chamber in my heart
I must get light of iron limbs
Shed this silver skin, bend the bars
On the earth the rocket waits
Yearns for life beyond the dockyards
Out of the steel works came music
And into space leapt my heart
Uncovered the Cheapside hoard in my mind
Unlocked the chest in the darkness, bountiful shine
My own hope diamond, like a bandit I have dared to dream
I was born in the age of discovery, this body is a vessel and I am free.
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My Body is a Spacesuit
05:31
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She is the golden egg beneath the goose
I am her vacant twin
Worth less than my fragile blood can hold
I am the antonym
Madrugada! I feel the need to rise
Driven by the driving of red roads
I have seen beyond the boundary of the wall
Through a lens of married eyes
When we leave this thin blue line
Look up, you will not see the stars above you
Falling wayward, as we wonder
In an empty spacesuit
We are only hopeless spacesuits now
Falling wayward as we wonder (Falling wonder)
We are only hopeless spacesuits now
Falling wayward
Madrugada! I feel the need to rise,
Driven by the driving of red roads
I have seen beyond the boundary of the wall
Through a lens of married eyes
We are only hopeless spacesuits now
Falling wayward as we wonder (Falling wonder)
We are only hopeless spacesuits now
Falling wayward
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The Parting Grace
06:18
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Winter came laden
Tinselled ashes down my chimney
An unexpected angel
Nestled in the eaves
Tip a cup to an old man
When his white swan departs
Come round faithful summertime
And mend my fathers heart
Let the stadium glow
Let red runners flow
An across the field unleash a crimson tide
May the underdog win
The Spion Kop sing
And through their beating fists I come alive
Burn eternal flame
A never ending football game
Dancer in the wind
Forever pirouette into the dim
Let my body lie
We are far from forgotten when we die
The greatest gift you gave
An everlasting kiss
The parting grace
I will slip into the aether
With reverie and twinkly eyes
The reaper's hand I'll shake
Waltz through the Shankly gates
Like a gleaming supernova
My star is here to stay
To remind the skies
that memory resides
Lit with parting Grace
Let red arrows soar
Ten thousand Liver birds or more
Shower down my valour at the Merseyside
May the boy succeed
Dressed in Sunday best or bloody knees
May my spirit burst from those who try and try
Burn eternal flame
A never ending football game
Dancer in the wind
Forever pirouette into the dim
Let my body lie
We are far from forgotten when we die
The greatest gift you gave
An everlasting kiss
The parting grace
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AK Patterson Brighton, UK
‘Music that was buried in the soil long ago, but rediscovered with a fresh voice for modern
times’
‘Buckley with boobs’
AK Patterson is a singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist based in South East London. She writes gritty melancholic songs that challenge ideas around loneliness, social struggle, violence, and unrequited love.
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Dearest Arooj, firstly thank you. My brother died this year n what can be said about such loss n sadness. I saw n heard you at The end of the Road in England. I spent many years in India n love all the music, poetry of your heritage. Thankyou Arooj❤️
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