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From the 14 track debut hip hop album by Joe Kovacs aka Peter Mead, featuring 360 degree collectors digicase designed & created by Kovacs.
-- Produced, written, designed by J Kovacs
-- Engineered and Mastered by <a href="https://soundcloud.com/peter-muller-3">Peter Muller</a>
Driving pylons shake the earths crust,
Circuits terminals display recursive cursors on their screens ‘til the earth’s crushed,
Halt the planes that rush above the flavoured browning sphere,
Turn the chimneys till they self attack the daisies on the ground with fear,
The Sirens silence when the thunder claps it’s heavy hands,
Incredible! Buried rebel lands under the fragments of deadly strands,
Lonely ghosts stand beating hearts, chime the churches call,
Drive the hydrants till they burst their walls, seas heave lurch then fall,
Shake the soil ignite the fires, tidal megaton’s,
Islands slide beneath the deep, reading epilogues that heaven’s spun,
The fatal wounded sky, trails of lightening spider webs,
Escape this terror sent by the devil or maybe a promise our god has kept.
Do I love you, do I hate you, would I miss your smile?
But I love you, and I hate you, and I wish you’d die,
Did I scold you, did I hit you, my pretty wife?
Could I hold you? ‘cause I miss you, one kiss goodnight?
Say you loved me, but you beat me, and you ripped my sky,
Oh I love you, and I hate you too, and I wish you fire,
Would you hold me, would you miss me, one kiss goodnight?
One kiss goodnight.
Eden lies breathing sulphur, gasping the ruins slump,
We broke you beautiful with smoke & tumours carved in ruined lungs,
Run, where the streets return to jungles, and the summers reel,
Once where the stars had slept above, there’s only dust above the hills,
Stunned as the gases blaze, scorched ivy crawls on stone and ash,
The sun remains stained, the giant orb was almost black,
Then comes the breeze, violets sprung where the storms had hit,
In the ancient caves the fractured lense record the weathers lawless shifts,
Tens were the thousands, were the lives, mountains off the shores,
Filling with the soundless forms of creatures whose last mouthed word was ‘war!’
Pause watch the rivers drain, stained with the blood of another man,
And wait for the moon to fall from the clutches of her weeping mother's hands.
Terror viral swarm the flags are hung,
Drawn in the filter lights,
Slide into dusty reds crawl into under night,
Climb into loveless beds born into abstract lives
Cast off the fragment of the lamp glow with your absent eyes,
In tangled dreams I fly the lofted spaces, and hide among,
The tops of slums the heights of fires embossed on toxic suns,
And run beneath the rocks, with worms and slugs the size of an ox’s tongues,
To find the plugs to shock supplies, to turn these asylums locks to ‘on’.