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A Sacred Bore
03:02
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An aperture that neither offers me a shelter or retreat
And failing that, acknowledge what at best just dulls the atrophy
Not for long
In so far as my failure to word a stasis, or foray in
Such a way that my view serves
Zoetropes of advantage
All in all
If you’d rather
Let it all just go to waste
Parochial
A savant
Fearing he won’t
Let go
Pairing my own
Myopic concerns
With an escape
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2. |
Ligature Hymnal
05:37
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Under a bridge where I lay for years
A severed limb
I had buried here
Try not to waste
This apogee of my love
Starting to feel like I wouldn’t amount to much when
It encompasses
Everything
I hold and forever aggrandise
Dead it is
Decayed I was
Ties that only grow taut with each passing day
Parallel the extent to which I would stray
From
Lacking in a meaning or a reason to define
I was lacking in a means by which to rearrange all of my thoughts in hopes of subduing a yearning I couldn’t fathom
Could occur
Under a bridge where I lay for years
Ligature hymn
To which I adhere
Try not to face
This effigy of my trust
I was lacking in a means by which to rearrange all of my thoughts while trying to subdue a yearning I couldn’t fathom
Could occur
Irritate the Sphenoid bone
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3. |
Exemption Hum
02:57
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4. |
The Ballad of Bant Singh
03:21
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I hang a robe upon the bloody hook
A disconnect
From all the stars that slowly dim as if to genuflect
An altercation that I hoped would circumvent a curse
An allegation that would render all my limbs inert
Your sect to a hilt (my wrath until)
You go and stir that sword
Don’t value your worth (as if it hurts)
Shaping your guise into an homage to a virtue
For berating the one that you adore
My only failings in a bid to learn anything
Don’t call my bluff if you’re not anxious
Heightened by it
Salient too
Bloated and rotund
But just in case
I had a feeling that it would have meant a lot to her
In spite of that your only motive is to make it worse
For all the risk I know I should have been more wary of
Decapitation as a token of my only love
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5. |
Agni
00:50
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6. |
The Agitprop
04:09
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In a storm
Bearing resemblance to
An unfettered token of
The slog
That trails behind each new iteration
Of this sty you adhere to
Remnants of an urge that you couldn’t ignore
In stark
Contrast to which you harm
The true extent
Deceit so thinly veiled
Fend off dissent
As it appears
Building to disenfranchise
With the advent of each new agitprop
Render it meek where it matters the most
L'esprit de corps but only in name
Reveries that languish in shame
They’ll forget they ever escaped
Longing to be understood
Lacking a means by
which I hope to reappraise
An actor to which I could hope to relate
Not that it would suit
Though I’d feel that I’d like to
Absent of a means by which to engage
Browbeating of a man into a fine pulp
Browbeating of a man into a fine pulp
Your absence of self isn’t something to love
Fend off dissent regardless of cost
Descends with each new iteration
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7. |
A Glass Wig
04:50
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No, I won’t hesitate
To ascertain that I have won
A sum I would seldom lend
Time and again I will see fit to let it all go
After this comes a time at which I wouldn’t know
It comes at a time where I needed it most
Broken in
As it fell
A time I know would always
Hold, all it held
But I guess
That more or less
Time wastes its all to feel worth
But instead
Indeed I said
I would learn
In time I guess
Acting like there’s indeed a cause
Behaving as elated
Acting as a glass wig
I chose
To stand by the reason that I do
To swear I mean nothing
Had I held my own
Time wastes it’s all to feel worth
No, I won’t hesitate
To ascertain that I have lost
A sum I would seldom lend
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8. |
Kali
00:25
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9. |
Caustic Wit
03:53
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Fleeting as it was
For us
Savouring the worth
In spite of us
Latent
Somewhat blatant
In spite of her
But in way I lost my nerve
Do want to wait
But I don’t understand what I don’t know
But in a way my disdain isn’t costing an aid out
Here I know
How could I know?
Everytime I commit to aesthetic
All the while I am loathe to admit it
Every time that I say that I won’t
Has started to be
A reason for me
To understand the way it was for you
A caustic wit won’t evade this
Instead of waiting once
For us
Savouring the curse
In spite of us
Evasive
So abrasive
In spite of her
Understand the way it was for you
Truth be told it’s unlikely to
A caustic wit
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10. |
Hatred in the Belly
01:51
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Kapil Seshasayee Glasgow, UK
Kapil Seshasayee is a polymath, both as a songwriter and as a soundsmith, creating something wholly unique. Combining electronica flourishes evoking FKA Twigs with Indian Classical guitar ornamentations, stunning vocals and a penchant for unorthodox instrumentation such as the aquaphone, Kapil manages to be truly experimental yet still accessible. ... more
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