Three Trapped Tigers - 6

If this was being played on vinyl, the needle would be blistering and begging for mercy the amount of times this track has played through. The frantic timing and and swirling sonic pulses of '6' take you on a schizophrenic cosmic journey into the depths of harmonic dischord. Like listening to the warped, proggy birth of a computerized demon, it's got decadence, yet holds a certain majestical, bitter melancholy that leaves you pondering: "what the Aphex Twin just happened?"

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Paper and pen, my fine old friends!
How could I begin to be bored
With you standing, loyally,
At my side?
My dears you have returned.

I gaze over a vast wooden desert,
the table cries bare.
Old Mother Hubbard's
Been at the cupboard
And left.
A snowy pile peak
Is quickly converted to tidy-white-lines,
Like ominous waves
On a moon soacked sea.
Attentively rolling,
End to end trading,
A buyer's remorse.
And with
Darwin now gracing
My nose, I'm evolving.
Constantly rising,
Mind is advancing
All the time, growing
I feel...everything

Mind dancing, I lose the clothes
Only hold me back
Suddenly realise what's
Wrong with my eyes?
Am I talking?
Who said that?
.erveyhitng si mdludeld pU
gradually lost
I'm going, or coming?
Friends are conversin
At length about love
Joining in, I've started to talk
But no sound leaves
Somone pressed mute
I head to my bed
And find
Myself already there.

And the sun starts to rise
As our lead shuts his eyes

Tempting rhythm, a softly spoken roar,
Seductively spewing forth empty truths,
Softly, softly, the heart asks, nothing more

Listen a while, to screaming cut-throat claws.
Life giving killer, cruelly draining youth
Tempting rhythm, a softly spoken roar

Flattering to flirt, so all could adore,
Deceitful poison, it blossomed and grew,
Softly, softly, the heart asks, nothing more

Crashing and sweeping, a tide to our shore,
Covering sands in a lightly dark hue.
Tempthing rhythm, a softly spoken roar

Divert your attention, secretly for
Leperous gardeners to wither in dew,
Softly, softly, the heart asks, nothing more

Conquered mistruths leave you broken and raw
Learning from this gives an untainted view
Tempting rhythm, a softly spoken roar
Softly, softly, the heart asks, nothing more.

While city bred birds lie silent in nests
The echoing sound of the motor car mess
Travels like wind, flicking the boughs
Of buildings and people, while
The midday night sky of orange and red
Seeps through the curtains and pools in your head

The shade of the noise makes quiet on trains
An engine like cough and silence again
Their edges are worn like winter aged coats
Its raining, they swim, just keeping afloat
Passing advertisments, tearing on by
Grassy green hills, selling your life

Heart wrenching glance, but never a gaze
You'll never know her longer than now
White collar love, sweetly been scented
Travels like wind, a chill on your brow

What now?

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