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Surkov's Dream
05:30
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Surkov's Dream
Too harsh a climate for crime. White on white in the shallow graveyard. It is never dark in paradise, The font of human fractures. A laughing matter of life and death. Sound is like water - It comes out wherever it can. Slowly his emotions began to return And the first was sadness. Use your imagination To make up the dreams you forget - The glass book of the dream eaters. That which is in constant motion Contains all possible forms.
I am my own ghost. I am my own secret police. I'm the ransom in your name In a parody of peace. And you've outstayed my welcome All of your questions leave marks. Alone, alone.
My plans for out future - Silence but for stiffening sky. Anxiety is caught between vitrines Of past and future amber, Viewing the present ghost. The aspirations of the architects And the tenants were not the same. You are the smear of soot in my candle flame And I will avoid you like the second coming. I walk from here to there on a single breath. Memory is a rotten hologram. These hands will be the death of me - These hands in my mouth, Excavating power.
I am my own ghost. I am my own secret police. I'm the ransom in your name In a parody of peace. And you've outstayed my welcome All of your questions leave marks. Alone, alone.
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Voyeurs Who Offer Nothing
I know I'm not enough for you
But I'm too much for me.
Gravity always brings me to your shoulder.
That murder weapon hidden in your chest -
The last place any sane man would have guess.
That murder weapon hidden in your chest
Will never give me any rest.
We kissed above the sound of bombs
That echoed in a thousand songs.
Are you the devil in disguise as
An angel who denies himself love.
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Matryoshka
02:34
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Matryoshka
I looked in the mirror;
Saw the body of a teenager under my bed.
Inside my head it's my body instead.
When you call me out, why do you call me back?
Why do you call me back?
There's flesh on that blade
And blood on that shade
And skin at my feet
But I'm still incomplete.
I'm tired of praying for pain
And being surprised when I'm hurt again.
Once you magnetised the blood in my veins
But I don't love you anymore
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Tokyo Nights
02:46
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The Ballad Of K69996 Roma
Oh igneous father
Here I lie
Embroidered in fire
Ten lives high
Smoke hangs in question marks
Torn from Petrolio
Pages like ravens
Scented with gasoline
Wrung from your form
And its cravings and its rages
White leather singeing and
Searing; glass breaking;
All blackened is my gearing
November 2nd, 1975
The last time anyone ever saw you alive.
A prayer to my mother
Here I waste
Shrouded in fire
Sore and debased
Study now closely
The acts of Pelosi -
Confession commissioned.
A twice paid-for youth,
Bought for two different truths
One fusion, one fission
At my worst I’m a hearse
A stoic silver curse
An enabler wading in sleep.
Via Sant Igino Papa
Here I sleep
Enamelled in history,
Ten lives deep.
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Come Back When There's Nothing Left
Don't blame bad magic.
It's only as bad as you.
Come back when you've worked it through.
Don't blame old nature.
You're part of nature too.
Come back when you feel that's true.
Don't blame the sunset,
That mirror in your eyes
Where sails a truth capsized.
Don't blame the old gods.
They're in your DNA.
Come back when you've found the way.
Don't blame the silence.
That's not why you're bereft.
Come back when there's nothing left.
You'll grow
You'll grow
You'll grow
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Dambala
08:05
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End Credits
02:30
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Nick Hudson Tbilisi, Georgia
Nick Hudson is a UK-born, Tbilisi-based composer/artist/image-maker/activist..
In April 2021
Nick released his first solo album in five years - Font Of Human Fractures - to glowing reviews from The Quietus and Libération.
"There isn’t really anyone making music like Nick Hudson” - The Quietus
“Genius” - BBC Introducing
“Scott Walker channeling Coil” - Mojo
www.theacademyofsun.com
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