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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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Dave Edwards - electric guitar, vocal
Chris O'Connor - drums
Paul Winstanley - analogue synth & recording engineer
Recorded at Thistle Hall, Wellington, NZ, August 2001
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Cafes in Conversation
03:26
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Dave Edwards - electric guitar & vocal
Paul Winstanley - fretless bass & recording engineer
Chris O'Connor - drums
Recorded at Thistle Hall, Wellington, NZ, 2001
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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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A Wedding
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Obscurity rides the record river,
and hastefulness bound in wastefulness time
the cloak & dagger chains climb on the remains
of extreme tattered sword
A wedding behind me, the glitter on grey, the shininess new in progression. With cellulite withered & tied down a warning & barons in drag who laugh in the morning the sky torn in colours a parachute falling, need for birds to fly though all calm & still, the fishing boats rise with everything new. Warm & light, a softened display & the still of the day shows the tears in my eyes at all that I say to be given away & we come not to stay in the heart of the day with the storm clouds away & the freaks on display with cigarette overload makeup on walls & her shoes hard on grey - give it away, 'enough' I do say...
Wedding photos stay in pictures as the clouds run on by a life made so happy, & me with back turned, writing a page, down on the beach, alone once again. Placid & tranquil will come early morning; peace in the air, not melancholy despair (at least I hope) - & then come children in screaming for parking space & privileges & battering hands ran at this beat & into the street with a fireplace gleaming in snow & in sleet, violence crash down & envelop the town, rioting in the dark beyond sight of law - but all that yet to come.
A wedding behind me & I am uninvited, with thankfulness & gifts floating by in the breeze, blown like the leaves. Wedding cake almonds & sugar-coated memories lie dust in the covers, suburbia sleeps. A desire for life to be fruitcake.
Freckles & fat & age & decay with a cigarette warning tanning the hide... but now 'smile for the camera, this moment forever'. Enough that I die.
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Dave Edwards - vocal, electric guitar, piano innards, canvas sheet
Recorded by Paul Winstanley at Thistle Hall, Wellington, New Zealand, August 2001
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Seafriends
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The ocean a shadow, time slow by the seashore
& the seashore that score the time we know
Watching clouds go by, making them artwork
The still were at war
The lights on the city, the barrenness glowed
& behind me the sea as it ebbed & flowed
Leave the loner alone to go face what he knows
Chained to the flow
Flee little seedlings, hide on the ceiling
Flee little seedlings, the rhythm makes meaning
This is not leap, the tunnel of tilt
The aged miniscule tension sits on a shelf
They drink to his health, they lay down red carpets
They stone all the sinners, his mind has gone numb
The body falls down & it will not obey
The cross on the crown, the hill is a weakness
60 days buried in a heap before vengeance
A waterfall vision, along for the ride
A grey broken quickness, a knock at the door
We come alone, exit that way
If desire is a kingdom then who sits on the throne?
All I have proven is that no-one is home
Something crawls out of the mouth of a high tree
Luminous pictures are gathered within
Here I am at the sea & I still can't breathe
Nobly fractured I forget how to be
The bullshit clouds of nothing refrain
Chained to the flow
credits
Dave Edwards - acoustic guitar & vocal
Chris Palmer - electric guitars
Paul Winstanley - fretless bass
Chris O'Connor - drums
Wellington, NZ, 2001 - from the album 'The Marion Flow'
tags
tags: experimental acoustic alternative electroacoustic folk new zealand music New Zealand
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Monkeys with Typewriters
03:30
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Dave Edwards - electric guitar
Chris Palmer - electric guitar
Simon O'Rorke - percussion
Recorded at O'Rorke Towers, Wellington, NZ, October 2000
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A Visit to the Beehive
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the silly little bald man does not exist but for a poem
it all is regained
& concrete glares, cellphone smiling faces to own
(protest marches ignored)
& as the red car goes by i think 'middle finger'
& old men are shaking hands
but there is no-one inside
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Dave Edwards - acoustic guitar & vocal
Simon O'Rorke - drums
Recorded August 2001 at Thistle Hall, Wellington, NZ
Recording engineered by Paul Winstanley
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Dave Edwards - electric guitar, harmonica, vocal
Dean Brown - drums
Recorded live at The Space, Wellington, NZ, October 2000
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Dave Edwards - acoustic guitar
Chris Palmer - electric guitars
Paul Winstanley - fretless bass & sound engineer
Chris O'Connor - drums
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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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