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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/scratched-surface-1998
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/the-marion-flow-p-neke-2001
w/ Dean Brown - drums
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I sit in this tower of tongues & bells & move move move to the groove, or so that I'm reckoned & then I am beckoned back back to these shoes nigh marion blues & so to the seashore our body now go & tale shall flow & power ye know.
So under the tower my face nigh on water & shoes that are dough to the marion flow, & need to correct a sudden deflect & fine to the seashore can bring thee self-knowledge, but laugh shall I laugh & make my ears go to the marion flow. Distance contracted, stars that explode.
Our body now sober lie down at the seashore & seashore that score the time that we know. Our body now sore that to lie on the floor to be seen to that go to the marion flow.
A passion of treasure to my body lies pleasure to be watched on the Earth of patterns we go, & the comfort southwest is to be seen to be blessed. Longer that than you think to be seen to be pink in hard self-regard into cotton of night, & cotton this gift that to is be kissed & to cotton this Earth that to be at the first, that to be at the first is to be at the cursed; distance contracted, stars that explode.
A thing is regained that is nowly defamed & be seen to that go, to the marion flow, a thing that does cometh to pierce the sea summit. Nervousness knows that to be on ye toes & voices that might all mutter that high fall, or to leave & not serve or lie in the Earth & the stars are now plain, & voices that come onto him all that come. Yea take in that wake that to be self that take or abandon the wake into silence it take & him that is spying be him that is crying & hence shall it west into heaven that blessed for to lie without knowledge & be proud & flee north.
See not that I deformed & hear that I be forth into copious power that shall grumble an hour. Hallowed it be to hear the self reckoned, to see will be beckoned, upon paragraph & tower & weave in a bower, & to see all that spite now to be in the light. See not that I deformed all that came before & that pry in that chance who to aid not that branch. Hunger & knowledge of all that came before to fill up my head with emptiness dread & the loneliness crowd, so insufferably loud are the loneliness crowd.
Locked without march. The rhythm that yawns not to be of the dawn, I write for that reason, to buckle the season, my storehouse a treasure of pirates at leisure with shoes that lie drying on priest without buying, and to be but a yawn in the streets that are born(e) & that sprung from the sea to with all that I be, but to fight for no groan in the top without loan, asleep on the throne that is slow in denial of friendships to smile of all that we know, in the carrion flow.
To go forth alone into million at home and design in presignment, cold windy assignment, sings all that we know to the marion flow & hope be denial of all that we smile, I give all that I know to the marion flow.
Danger & leisure are to be what we treasure, & to see the comfort southwest be amazingly guessed, to hope without trial of all is denial, the pen it grows dry to the self underly, the hope that I treasure the ribbons of leisure that lie without worth in the dustiness Earth.
I will finish this page to dirty my age & to lie without spite is to see out the night. The truth it is worth more than loneliness birth where to be in a fright is to be in the night. I will always ignore the one I adore & am always at war with myself to be poor.
The end, round the bend, come today another friend. Nothing shall be there to tell what I said or die in a bed & the loneliness crowd grows very loud. Back to the sea, it waits for me, a negative on water like any other matter. All is said & all is done, the flow continues, the song is sung. Myself I ignore.
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/the-marion-flow-p-neke-2001
w/ Chris Palmer - electric guitar
Simon O'Roke - percussion
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Tony Was Here (2001)
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/the-marion-flow-p-neke-2001
w/ Chris O'Connor - drums
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caught between the thief & his guile
& the receptionist's smile
a wire fence of sound
pounds around with its chains unbound
I leave you like a bad joke
as the sun rises at midnight's stroke
burning the light of the night in your eye
as the bleak cars sail by
she bleeds like lightning & will never think twice
taking all chances, throwing the dice
I'm flickering in the walls for want of advice
Tony was here, but they put him on ice
My monkey is flying
lying in the sighing crying drying island
standing in your rain
the shame is the same again & again
when i was the clown
i saw down frowns looking around
found a disease to infect from neglect
as chess pieces began to defect
she bleeds like lightning & will never think twice
taking all chances, throwing the dice
I'm flickering in the walls for want of advice
Tony was here, but they put him on ice
& now we're up to date
but I still cannot articulate
that if looks could kills
yours'd only give me a thrill
she bleeds like lightning & will never think twice
taking all chances, throwing the dice
I'm flickering in the walls for want of advice
Tony was here, but they put him on ice
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/the-marion-flow-p-neke-2001
w/ Paul Winstanley - bass
Chris O'Connor - drums
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Well the coconut tree it fall to perfection leaving all of us awake into this splendid castle with a grove metal share. Bury the fortune tellers, hello to the trees. Take out the garbage & add salt.
Cafes in conversation, ambience folly. The coat-tails tied in coffee beans & the bellows in fireplace water & shoes hung out to dry. A crackling a smoke to slow-mounting fortune, the ice to the new is a sprinkling of seeds. The beginning is gone & the going beginning.
Wait collapse in small-mounting fire-tongue, the nothing not new of the past not an echo, moving back wide to refocus identity, a shame & a clank for the down in the dungeon, coffee beans there too, & hitherto canyon that shuffles in back, leaving in focus, consensual guilt.
Hard to tell what illusion defines all her contours when sadness of metal is lost in the canyon to beat tunnel down & refocus the lack of a camera to gleam & escape early warning, oh woe woe I miss all my forests.
Hard to take announcers & put him to bed with sadness a pillow to smother his head. Harder still for saltshaker monuments to praise all the fountains for Spanish guitar-players effusive in company when here sits a wall that evades all questions & company follows or not not at all then.
Too close getting harder, now aware false impressions are blocked off constantly, & marred prostitution a phone call away. Truth-telling harder now this is the end; back again someday. Mumbling back into focus, the light is like glass & the world is its liquid. Solidity wallows & senses are drowning in glass crystal fountains, scotch on the rocks.
A song for his head & this is contemptible with orange marshmallow covers lie down from the ceiling, & roses of chocolate to bury the gloom not the room a full moon; how did you guess?
Forced mysticism & fuzzy perceptions, a mounting of distance, an awareness of warning, speak not at all - & then temperament follows an incense of sky & plant pigmentation, a wariness fall; seasons in households lie late in their bloom. Wakefulness follows a dream dying high.
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https://fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/after-the-filmshoot-2002
...& just then God comes curling out of the mouth of a Hare Krishna tree singing along thereon with smiling on bouncing bulbous nose walls, a crackling of thunder, a bending love of nurses' benedictions, sanitised raspberries & a godawful refrain. He shatters feet tapping skulls cracked in holy ghosts, & just then at that moment the priest with his pants down comes cowled in gullibility, flows through the road & is nevermore worshipped. Our rubber band limbs fly tumble apart. Sanitation contours, & the sky opened up into layers of plastic, detaching loose cables from window-lit skull. Halloween candles to light from within. Torture chamber moaned inside nostril contours - beating its wings the newly hatched bird. The jungle cries 'what is this shit?'. Oh we're in the shadows, purple coming down on the right, circles ground into powder, freeform worriedness allowed/aloud on the streets. A rubber skull taking off - bing bong hullabaloo - and parents' war on drugs. Elastic cracked in the ceiling. Baby soldiers, paratroopers, bungy jump down & she is metamorphosis. We are widening into outdoors. We are no longer inside but out below stars. A burst of laughter come along exactly 2.1 seconds after punchline delivered. We are all fakes. Someone turns into a corkscrew over on my right. I sit here alone. Team talk ahead, and I turn into favourites. The stomach all sparkles. All there a not chance. Got to escape, all there and not chance. No added sugar. The chorus expands, rising bubbles of tones, leads to a '70s style glam version of a Texas country & western revival. A bit of grease between you & the weather. Devils raid kitchens. She'll be classically lit & modelled in position - I've been ignoring her all night. They talk in tableau. I have ashes in my mouth, but this is purely coincidence. A glance in the right. Biological engineering division calls us into molten swill. Your brain a bowl of porridge, and that's if you're lucky. Do they say that in England? Idiot madman glued to his chair. A mouth with no face. Taking notes throughout the performance. Humans become worms, with a sameness that is frightening. Politics is bad: we knew this already, but now it's confirmed. Collapse into laughter. A cigarette chair from which comes a dictator; everyone in thrall to his conversation. A plastic wooden horse to capture the city -incongruous? Indeed. Expelled all the virtues? You to decide. Just like a snake shedding its skin, I escape from Greek tragedies. It fell away like a casing, my link to the Earth. My face fully wax. Back into dame housing. Meanwhile, he said the word 'om' & immediately felt an amazing sense of wholeness & oneness with the universe & also experienced a terrific bowel movement.
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/articulation-incommunicate-2004
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Wealth & Riches (2005)
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/after-maths-sciences-vic-2005
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/south-island-sessions-2006
w/ Damian Stewart - no-input mixing desk
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Stromatolites (2013)
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/in-a-wildflower-state-2013
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/ngumbang-2015
w/ Emit Snake-Beings - drums
Nat da Hatt - loops
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Abbadeadbe (2020)
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October Ring (2020)
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Ilhas Atlânticas (2021)
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/spastic-rhythms-vol-1-2021
a small tribute to my great-great-grandfather Manuel Bernard. He was born in 1847 in Ponta Delgada, Flores Island, Azores, Portugal.
Portuguese make up only 0.02% of New Zealand’s population.
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Eu gosto de falar
no meus ancestrais
de as ilhas Atlânticas
Madeiras e Açores
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/spastic-rhythms-22-2022
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from www.fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/guas-brilhantes-2018-2022
O Henry, falling leaves & branches talk a worried sad refrain,
your eyes half tilt, your brain half mast
to tie the fond anonymous bond beyond your aching shelter lying walls
that fall to fall & raise the days, museum haze
O Henry for the season, falling autumn rains reigns its claim to fame,
your head a handsome sleeping sound,
your ship not sleeping in the sand when run aground, you stall tall story disco library, white with dust & wiped & fussed;
open even over time does not mind to go in blind
O Henry, unforeseen your odds are even now to me
I don't see how you never lied, you never cried;
your melancholic putrefaction changed its dirt & you were left unhurt -
& you went waltzing through the door, to be O Henry ending nevermore,
nevermore
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fiffdimension Featherston, New Zealand
Outsider music from Aotearoa NZ and beyond, by Dave Edwards and collaborators (from 1856 to 2024).
Spans acoustic & electric noise, rock, folk, spoken word, postpunk, free jazz, gamelan, lo fi, electronica, & ethnomusicology.
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