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Rose Devoid Of Form

from The Quiet Earth by The Academy Of Sun

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Rose Devoid Of Form

Gather your memories, its soon time to leave,
I was dreaming so hard I could get reprieve.
I look out on the knackered and screaming dead streets, 
And as my skin clatters around my feet - 

Think of me kindly for I am become the storm -

Even the gangsters I once thought so cool,
Have been made grey and coarse in pursuit of the cruel,
Howling recidivists, saints of the dregs
Many have lost the use of their legs.

Oh the slate-marble skies leave a stain on your soul
And the month in hotels was like walking on coal,
Being beaten by monks with blue ice on your spine,
Yet still being insistent that everything's fine.

The love that we made out of crystal and heat,
Inside of each other, our bodies complete.
Once was the hour I'd lick your tiny feet,
The wax and the welts and the torn, battered sheets.

Mute applause as the sun barely bothers to rise,
Pearly grit in our hair and the moon in our eyes.
We've all done our time in the palace of dreams,
Unravelled reality, ripped at the seams.

Gazing back at the frescoes so hopeful, so drear
I pose like a half-life-made-flesh puppeteer
Marionette of my memories, dangling like bones
From my worn, hook-like fingers, all creaks and all groans.

Time is elastic. I'm no longer child:
Savage and stoic and wired and wild,
Watching history repeat in the chatter of bars
From my cold, lunar cliff-face on the furthest of stars.

Blood-red white noise, a rose devoid of form,
Think of me kindly - for I am become the storm.

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from The Quiet Earth, released June 19, 2020

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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

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