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Tunnel Vision
04:46
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Hush your inner monologue
Still your racing hungry eye
Simmer down your toxic thought
Settle deep inside this glove
Down down down
Underneath your cloaking spell
Peering through the portal glass
Light that drip feeds through the flood
This is for the ones you love
Down down down
Oh tunnel vision
Oh tunnel Vision
You move to the light
You move to the light
If you’re feeling the decline
Weighing on your scrambled mind
If you’re up there on the wire
Peering deep into the fire
Down down down
Oh tunnel vision
Oh tunnel Vision
You move to the light
You move to the light
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2. |
Mystery Train
03:33
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Halfway through the daytime
At the bar
Drink the blues away
Greet the eyes
Feed your fires
Then hide inside the vestibules
In your mind
There’ll be no sense
The white noise plays eternally
In it’s eyes
You’ll see your steps
Traverse their way so slowly
Through the scene
Following the moments
But the time’s a shroud of mystery
You’ll remember nothing
With those big eyes staring vacantly
Watching for a grimace or a sign
That you’d revealed yourself
Waited for the changing of the guard
The changing of the guard
Feel that fever coming on
The heady heights
The victory songs
Usher in bewilderment
Speak in tongues that make no sense
Sending you a postcard from the void
I think you’d like it here
Hanging on with radiance and joy
Now the slate is clear
Everyone is so supportive
I think I forgot myself
Revelling in old familiar ways
Speeding through the days
Feel that fever slowing down
Mindful as you hit the ground
Lock the doors
Hide the keys
You’ve been sowing your bad seeds
Underneath the Perspex moon
Wormholes converge in your room
Out across the multiverse
Visions of your blackened Earth
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3. |
Tiny Hands
03:28
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If it's love
Sweet love
Let it weave its roots upon me
Reconnect me to the morning
May it shine through me
I won't let you down
I will build my world around it
I'll work tirelessly
There's a strange wind blowing
There's a darkness that is growing
There's a bad moon on the rise
It hangs over me
Underneath
I have taken sides
I know the enemy
An open book
A sliding door
Your tiny hands
The ocean floor
The golden wave
That comes before
Annihilation
Put your hand inside mine
Pull back the curtains in your mind
Let those psychic streams come flowing
Let them play with me
I know what I am
I am just a grain of sand
Out on the estuary
If the clock hand whirls
And you're failing in the world
And you've lost your sense of wonder
And of agency
Remember we're all buried
In our lives sometimes
We all go weightlessly
An open book
A sliding door
Your tiny hands
The ocean floor
The golden wave
That comes before
Annihilation
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Miradors
03:50
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I am the bewildered navigator
Front and centre
Bad vibes and esoteric threats
Itchy heels and wandering eyes
Mind tank full of remorse
Is this the right form?
Just ploughing on
Restlessly poker faced
Swimming down telephone lines
Wavy sonic sinkholes
Processing the errors
Endlessly absolving
These incendiary bombs
Lighting up the junkyard sky
I am the dishevelled administrator
Wishing he were somewhere else
Throwing words into the vacuum
Gin breath and old sweat
Musky dances with the fax machine
Rhubarb and seedy climbs
Sad doll eyes
Distracted essence and tired minds
Mounds of powder
Pure and white
False aims
We’re losing time
Luxury ghost flats line these streets
A toxic cabal
Watch them strut
Calm and infantilised
With rapacious minds
‘Mines a golden ale and some mouth wash
Tic-tacs and a sausage roll’
Headed for the Old Fountain
To tell them all
To show them all
Lead us to the glory holes
Deliver us from our senses
I am the fat controller
Walk the corridors blindly
Complacent as the big cloud cankers
Come find me in the miradors
On the sofa spilling out my lust
Watching the volcano
Mines a swift one
Cross the astral planes
Up the sewage ducts and old canals
Shimmering on the aluminium work stations
Through telescopic sights
They feed your mind with bile
Reeling ever upward
Bloated spasm of Empire
Inside the seething chasm
Watching as the hypnotist
Plys his wibble
His jibber
His jabber
HIs violent sermon
Upon the non-believers
Shot blithely into the arms of the world
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Spectrum (instrumental)
02:50
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6. |
Tangerine
02:54
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You fell asleep
To the end of the line
Following tangents
Mouth tastes like wine
Under the ether
Over the moon
Watching a thread weave
Inside of the Loom
Parked beside the ocean
Parked beside the ocean
You lost your mind
At the edge of the fair
Fell in with Vultures
Who’d followed you there
Starry the lights
You got sick from the rides
Hid in the grass
And you watched the sunrise
Parked beside the ocean
Parked beside the ocean
Tangerine
Hold on to your dream
You’ll never see
What lies behind the screen
You are a chancer
You are a pawn
You are a crack
In the side of the dawn
Parked beside the ocean
Parked beside the ocean
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Widescreen
04:08
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I saw you at your highest point
Out across the astral plain
Mind lost in some reverie
Weaving down the palisades
Sweet abandon
Seen it all from every angle
And it sent you
On towards the western glow
I watched you turn
I saw you climb
Flexing your elastic mind
Skipping around against the gloom
Casting spells obliviously
And Aurora Borealis for your mattress
And the sweet fuzz
Gliding round inside your veins
The light is pouring in
You'll see it soon
It all comes clear
Lit up across the skies
And over you
All over you
I wonder who you're going to be
When you end your killing spree
When you swim up from the depths
Find yourself in all this mess
Nothing lingers whilst you're in the midst of the dream
You are blinkered
You erase things from your mind
The light is pouring in
You'll see it soon
It all comes clear
Lit up across the skies
And over you
All over you
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8. |
Fractal Future Plays
02:19
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If you are learning nothing
As the cataclysm looms
Moving in slow motion
A goldfish bowl inside your head
Whisper some new violence
Roll it up and down your spine
Get boarded by a puppeteer
And taken for a ride
Misty moonlit drives
Where the fractal future plays
Fevered thoughts
And people there
Keep whispering your name
They keep whispering your name
The abattoirs
The carnivores
The diamond studded sky
Outside the mystic plaza
Where you do or die so well
Do or die so well
As a cog in the machine
As an agent working blindly
From the remnants of a dream
Pack your psychic bags
And vacate inner space
Guard yourself from all the dirt
They’ll throw up in your face
They will derail your faith
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9. |
Blue (instrumental)
03:32
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10. |
Landscape Dissolving
07:23
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Whatever you need
To give into the dream
Projectile that’s rolling
A blanket of light
And a head full of speed
The landscape dissolving
Whatever you need
To remain in your seat
With nothing
With no one
Residual sheen
From a life that you lead
This feeling is calling
I can see it in the corner
I can feel it in my mind
Microcosms
Shifting orders
I am with you
Whatever you need
To focus on the screen
Your mind is decoding
And now out of reach
Some far flung sandy beach
The windows are open
I can see it in the corner
I can feel it in my mind
Microcosms
Shifting orders
I am with you
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11. |
Ocean Floor
03:59
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And I danced across the ocean floor
And the light came flooding in
I held your gaze ‘cross the dim lit bar
And I remembered everything
Though it may be that I
Had been here before
The recurring dream
The revolving door
But I want to feel your body
Arrive so close to mine
As the church bells chime
As careers climb
You are often out to sea
As the broadcast rolls
As the timeline scrolls
Here the tide goes endlessly
With a dip and a sway
There’s a voice which says
You should spend more hours
You should smell the flowers
You should love with all your body
You should stay and enter in
Sleep walker
Deep water
Sleep walker
Deep water
In the line your resolve
Would dissolve slowly
As you wait to enter in
Sometimes the angles go
And a soft light shows
That you aren’t bound for anything
So just close your eyes
And enjoy the game
Let the record spin
Hear it’s old refrain
And you’ll always be somebody
And I want you to remember
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Jack Cheshire London, UK
Jack Cheshire is a musical artist and producer known for his genre-defying sound pictures and poetic, allusive
lyricism.
'An artist who’s been making fantastic music for a while...consistently releasing great records...I'm a big fan of his.'
Lauren Laverne, BBC Radio 6 Music
'lyrically, melodically & sonically compelling'
✭✭✭✭ MOJO
'cosmic, dystopian folkadelica' Shindig!
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