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Let the Engine​-​Loud Apocalypse Play Havoc with your Soul

by MIDDEX

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Translucent and useful as your take on the brutal is we beg to differ and scrounge for the truth to be spat on the public quiz. The panic architecture enjoys its reflection in the arm sellers new furlough. The property brochure maker to fool the undertaker hides in a five ninety nine merlot. Acute aloofness of power an absolute cold shower, skin thicker than bone. Acute aloofness of power a lonely blue flower rots in a second home. Acute aloofness of power a lonely blue flower dies in a third home.
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Italic Wait 02:08
WAIT
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Off the hook with redundant tongue the graveyard mouth is a mouthwashed slum and the tombstone teeth killed the keynote speech and sleep talk is priceless... and the spending power of the lively mouth and the cash machine with a jumped up fee and the chorus yawns "overdrawn" and the planet warms with chatter. Feed the world at a Murdoch wedding. Multiple daggers at the murderous wedding. The unmade bed at the murder wedding and of course the murdering lord at a murderers wedding. The phantom world talks like a planet.
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Host 05:29 video
We can all but swim from the mess we're in. In perfect sin we unlearn to swim. Heist. Body. Christ. Body. Receive. Tear some skin for the terrapin. Eat some skin with the terrapin. show some skin to the terrapin. Heist. Body. Christ. Body. Ignite. Body. Christ's body. Christ's nice body.
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Spanner 01:25
As distance switches up and the pin can't be dropped and expression is a mention in a mask that tries to do us all a favour, the muffled breath now has to stretch to busy fingertips to avert a concise complaint to no one in particular. Accept is complicated. Reject All is complicated. Books read themselves and earphones are uncomfortable and for god's sake we're all in a sweat and moaning about the coldness in our hearts and who left the light on in our eyes? Someone else shut the door is it me or is it hot in here? And as the cold sets in the fear is arresting but so long as there's a story we can float on by and questions are the answers to questions and the spanners will rule the waves and we know where we are in hatred our souls like larks in mud and remember not to die. Remember not to die.
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Pilgrim 02:02
Be present, be present when the song is absent. Be absent, be absent like a call to attention. It's shut. Pilgrim. Catastrophe to ask for more. The challenge is the front door. At the badly wired spirit lamp congregate hungry lambs and the bleat, bleat, bleat bleatbleat bleat bleat bleatbleat bleat bleat, bleat is a call for inaction.
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Timid Move 02:40
Sweet landlord it's over they've cancelled going forward dear landlord there's nothing more sincerely yours.
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Going forward got cancelled along with the spoonerized handles, the ironic handles, the ever-moving handles and rest up the gesture and any spare lecture. Talk about the landlords without property swinging on their online gates the accidental shares that grease the hinges of the noisy swinging gates. Lords of a different land - edge toiled, edge preferred. Posters posting soakers sharing.
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Musing on a routine a calculated alcoholic roux corrugated dreamware is a sine wave of truth. Long words from a stronghold burning holes in a reality sideshow. Ruling toads won't fix the roads nor clean the limousines that break them. Down here in the crack of a tarmac back road the air is clear as anger. Corrupted plates get a will to collide in this conversation bender. Speak to the underside of a car address the axle. Ruminate on the fresh exhaust and cough up for a carrier made of plastic. Shoot the shit or get shot. Complain till drunk and push up to the bumper and pray the holy water batters last nights spirits that insist on hanging over. Pull up to the bumper eyes on the road let the engine-loud apocalypse play havoc with your soul and let the engines resonate in the pothole you call home.

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released June 4, 2021

from the DEMOTIC BRICK.


Mastered by John Hannon
Host remixed by Palmer Eldritch

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