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Get Your Hopes Down

by Landslide Purist

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Regard who you’ve become, speak to the stranger and rip out your tongue. I’ve learnt lessons from you, some entertaining but none of them true. Oh I’ve been absorbed. Oh I’ve been absorbed with every thought, I was absorbed. Oh I’ve been absorbed with every thought. I don’t want to test you, I don’t want to learn. I envy your verve, your infinite freedom is a joy to observe. You just do your thing and I’m not embarrassed when you are embarrassing. I don’t want to test you, I don’t want to learn. If there were more like you, society would crumble. I wish there were more like you, and society would crumble. Your absurd actions have been preserved.
A stain on your name, I’ll never be able to say it the same again. What a waste, beauty redeployed into a terrible place.   I started again, I was forced to reassess everything and I’ve come to a sense, just the one, I don’t need all my other senses.   How’d you know (I’m still cursing your name) that I’d follow? (I wish you’d burst into flames)   And I’ve come to accept, all the things you have just so liberally wrecked. And you’ve strayed very far, after all you’re a seasoned traveller.   Boo-hoo If you were different I could deal with you. Boo-hoo When you were different I could deal with you. Boo-hoo   You bounder.   You’re a seasoned traveller, you’re a tricky customer.   The shame, you can’t live it down, surround yourself with idiots. Your name is not worth a pound, the stain on it is hideous.   Vacated our good home.
Endless Pub 03:01
Endless Pub I have no secrets except the big ones, which I can live with in a way. I see my familiar unsteady friend sitting alone in an endless pub. An old telephone is ringing in the ruins. I wondered in The Moon Under Water if at the ending you're shown the sun, then it’s taken away. I am November.
Festering 04:42
Your cognition is compromised, exteriors internalised. The fallacies you’re dreaming, you call them into being. You made it up therefore it’s real, interiors you can’t conceal. Your fallacies you’re dreaming, you call them into being. delusions gaining meaning (a certainty starts to sink in) you call them into being (it becomes clear what they are thinking). They’re thinking, ‘I know what you’re up to.’ You pull apart at every chance, a dagger in a stranger’s glance.
You’re standing in a place removed from where it is, a dissonance obtained when you fell for shifty tricks, a spiralling of sense right down to the abyss, you’re standing for a cause with the idiots and pricks. (Undulating underground, inseminates your ambience, an avalanche – a tiny hope, an olive branch, unthreading rope.) You’re near, I hear your sound. I’m eager, to see you go down.   The scurrying of thought till bias is confirmed, gymnastics you perform just to reconcile your words. Selectively optate illusions of concern, a semblance of truth leaving everything unlearned.  (Your terrain – deforested, future going primitive. You’re to blame, it’s all over, your confidence, a bulldozer.)   In the idiocy or under the common ground, spreading hideously a tumour is going round, infecting everybody, the whispers are getting loud, the morons are standing proud, you watch as it takes hold.   The danger of a view ingrained by bogus means, the dogma isn’t true, but you’re sticking with the team and you realign your boundaries to fit to your regime, the landscape is adjustable, no matter where you’ve been. A fabricated world inhabited by clowns, you’re sticking to your view, no matter what surrounds. An ill-selected company on treacherous common ground, it turns out you’re insane – I want you to step down.  
More Of Her 08:05
Take more blame and I will call you by another name. One more turn and I’ll involve you in another game. Start near the end, I could dissolve you and you would never know. In my brain I will control you everywhere you go.   (Stars look near to you, so far have you been removed. Paths appear clear to you, so far have you been removed.)   Someone is thinking for you, a stranger is working on you.   Time slowed down when I was indulging in another view. I fell out when you involved in, a different thing to do.   (Once more time distorts, so far have you been removed.) Someone is thinking for you, a stranger is working on you.   Your formula, you’re holding it down, dysphoria takes us away.   You’re resting now, amenable, I’ll test you out, been here before. We’ve met before, it’s cyclical, I’ve seen it all, identical. We met before, inseparable, familiar, identical.   (Time arrives in your bated breath, I’m alive in your wasted air, time survives every wasted year, you’re surprised that I’m waiting here. You’re the driver, I’m staying there, I’ll arrive when you’re nearly here, I’ve been seeing you everywhere, I’m a feeling you just can’t bear. In the scenery we can’t share, see a meaning which isn’t there. Time arrived in your bated breath, I’ve survived every wasted year.)   I know your rituals, I know just how you’ll behave. I know your rituals, you’re unlike how you’re portrayed.   There’s a calm on the way and it’s nearer to you everyday, as you wait.   And the truth which you knew, has been gradually fading from view and so soon, you’ll be under, you’ll be under.   And you cease to resist the addiction which leads you to bliss and you’ll wish that you’re under, that you’re under.   An effect taking hold with no way of maintaining control, you dissolve and you’re under, and you’re under.


C&P 2016 Negative Lad Records


released December 10, 2016

All songs written by Sean Talbot and Sam Wisternoff except for Endless Pub: Sean Talbot & Robin Allender, Festering: Sean Talbot, Sam Wisternoff & Robin Allender and More Of Her: Sean Talbot



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Sean Talbot
Sam Wisternoff
Robin Allender


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