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Let The Long Night Fade
06:58
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November November I am your unworthy opponent
I hear the bell toll as you draw the curtains
nothing shapes me more than your days of mourning
the gateways the grey-ways inside’s all fervour
no point is sharper there's no greater murder
You took the keys now I’m going nowhere
Wasn’t it the greatest when we lit up and sparked
and now you draw on and do such harm
It’s not just you but those fang teeth
I wake at three bitten with grief
I wake at four
I wake it five
'til I wake no more staying hard boiled
What cruelty comes what cold corners are these
brittle wood branch snaps I'm fighting to stay here
No sweetened air all the birds gone
y'dead land’s a burden you're wasting me inside
November I feel your hands holding me there
a face in the dark a court of shadows
they talk to me and keep on talking
November you have me
I was ready to go
'cos
it’s you or me
These walls are holding me down
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The Hunt and the Herd
04:30
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No walls deconstructed
hear it coming from
the side of the road
in the quiet
a full-on rattle
it's the black dust
it's the grey doves
Garden
trustee
black ring
elm tree
First its grey
low hanging fruit
needling through
they're lost in the snow
how can they fail
the hunt and the herd
here's the keys
make no sound
Sing like a bird released on fire
I don't believe the tame hand that feeds
the hind behind bars
all-electric wires
Black ringing
make no sound
here's the keys
Silver and gold
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Gravesend
04:59
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Your mouth a black hole
your mouth a black hole
where do you go
Cloaks of wings flying in reflect in the screen’s luminosity
they cut the glass a-withering a scream like an open grave
Laughing as you cross off the days they’re there searching for threads
sew together the all the silver slivers flying the flag on the iron moon
Cough up a stone the heart a coal
the trail left and the search is bled
ghosting the morning roads
and on the whispering stairs
Tearing up trees with my bare
hands and run fields ten at a time
The life once known is now a forgotten boat of half-sunk prayers
Lay down lay down
forget forget
Your mouth a black hole
where do you go
Black fields
black roads
the pylons
the verges
the undergrowth
Estuaries path
the weeds
the shipyard’s bridge
the platforms lip
the waters edge
Your mouth a black hole
where do you go
nobody knows
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Descending (A Return)
03:23
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Oh the skies they rain outside
wrapped in true truths
crooked days hang on each wall
the world keeps on turning
whether you like it or not
Winter held us in a blanket til now:
no shoots no promises
just roots
into dead land it pulls their fingers
it pulls them in
and there's a veil it covers everything
Oh the skies they blaze outside
wrapped in true truths
crooked days hang on each wall
framing things past which all have been lost
winter it held us in a blanket til now:
no shoots no promises just roots
into dead land it pulls their fingers
a veil a veil covers everything
Forget your dreams there’s no point
the
cruel sun burns buds before they flower
Forget your dreams there's no point
they only disappoint
Mass Strandings
Seas generate
seas degenerate
seas regenerate
in me
to the mouth
to the head
headland water
a surge of power
push to the edge
all your horses
rushing inland
fear of nature
we return today
seas generate
seas degenerate
seas regenerate
the seas
in me
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It’s not the torrents it seems not the bite in the flea
not the blood which is drawn its the mark made before
it’s not the cloak it’s the hood
Not the veil yet the flood it flies over we see
(is it you or is it me)
like in the wake of the tide the drown of the bride
her fingers lacing the top of the pool
not the wind dragging the dregs but fear of under the surface
the leap in the faith, the lesson in loss…
hey hey staff divined the truth echoes across
the unhealed wound in the good leg that breaks
Not the arrowhead dark but the unlikely spark
The cut of the ride and why the earth divided
for the gift and the give the way it was driven
not the hammer the blow how could we have known
being downturned yet all was forgiven
In everything before I would never have thought
it’s not that you don’t as you do
it’s all been true and I meant every single word
made of me as the long day with the fault in the line
Open-earth surgery beating they bait me
of all aches and of worth
human mistake as I am made of only
they are not my bones-true
blue skies clouded eyes
oh good god
there’s nothing else
just know
I am and still do
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8. False Teeth
08:09
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The shadows in his head
visit every single day
they reflect off the water
and back onto the page
Dirty nails are split
with a blanket in his lap
writing a manifesto
that might not see the light
His moustache sends smoke rings
a portal to the past
dwelling on his workings
as he drowns in his own thoughts
N o s k i e s n o t h i n g N o s p r i n g d o n ' t c o n n e c t w i t h a n y t h i n g
I
see him from the sands
his stare given to the sea
the weather in his eyes
could start a fire in me
He waits for her all day
hunched by trains in wind
she’ll never come - her rooms
hold her fast and quick
Her temperature always high
a tremor in her voice
pulling lank curls compulsively
regret flanking every choice
Always at the window
eyes to the road
lilacs dying slowly
like the shoots of any hope
N o s k y n o t h i n g N o s p r i n g N o c o n n e c t i o n w i t h a n y t h i n g
And the sailor and the wheel and the hangman
and the fear and the tower lightening volt
and the crowds and the gulls
and the quiet
and the lull and the desolation seat
where everybody passes but where no-one
ever comes so for him I sit and wait
so with him I sit and wait
W a t c h t h e s u n c l i m b W a t c h t h e c l o u d f a l l W a t c h t h e s a l t p r e s e r v e
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Helvella UK
Helvella is the performance name for Eliza Gregory; a UK songwriter, musician and writer. For all news and updates: Insta/Twitter @helvellanoise
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