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The Cold Side of the Pillow

by The Quixotes

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I’m lost in a waveform, a new kind of life-form A digital breakdown has got no time for a joke There’s no real analogue spoke when you’re alone Saying one thing, pretending you’re not there When are you coming home? All these beds are yours, except mine Attempt no landings there All these beds are yours, except mine Attempt no landings there With still small voice we sing in unison An expanse of mind where I’m floating somewhere free You expound my soul but it fills all my veins Deeply frozen with my features set in rains This path takes but one cell at a time All these beds are yours, except mine Attempt no landings there Oh, this bed’s too cold Attempt no landings there Scoured in the fetish, it’s scrubbed me to death I’m clean to your breath while the dirtier rocked The sun-time is grey and our minutes are locked Leaves me floating a moment or two above the dream-state I’m captured in your orbit, decompressed in your airlock Explosively shattered and passed in the shadow of a distant sweat The joy sucked from the spaces we left alone This journey runs its course—of course—in time All these beds are yours, except mine Attempt no landings there All these beds are yours, except mine Attempt no landings there Oh, this bed’s so cold All techno landings there Attempt no landings there All these beds are yours, except mine Attempt no landings there All techno landings there All these beds are yours, except mine Attempt no landings there All these beds are yours, except mine Attempt no landings there All these beds are yours, except mine Attempt no landings there All these beds are yours, except mine Attempt no landings there All these beds are yours All techno landings there Attempt no landings there All these beds are yours, except mine Attempt no landings there Let’s hide in a waveform All techno landings there Let’s hide in a waveform All techno landings there Techno, techno Techno landings Techno landings
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I dedicate myself to you In everything I say and do Infinite supplies of love Cost nothing when it’s all on credit Have a care I dedicate myself to peace But I myself don’t need to look These infinite supplies of love Cost nothing when it’s all on Facebook Have a care It’s everything you always wanted Where all the things interconnected Have a care We can walk the same old roads Swim the same tremulant waters Have a care Wake me when we’re there Make yourself heard Come on home, we’re looking good Put up like you know you should Hold our hands with all our friends Together we can disagree Slightly amicably All the roads are pointing westwards Drop your anchors, comes haphazard Making headway, marking slaughter Whatever floats your boat across this water It’s everything you always wanted Where all the things disinterested Have a care We can swim the same old roads Walk the same tremulant waters Have a care Wake me then divert Make yourself hurt Come on home, we’re looking good Put up like you know you should Hold our hands with all our friends Together we can disagree Slightly amicably I dedicate myself to truth Though ’round these parts it’s fuck-all use When the consequence don’t matter Making threats across the water Have a care Meet me when you’re there cos None of your faith Facebook friends Even really liked you Wake me when I’m dead It’s the only way this will get read Let alone understood Let alone, understood? Let alone, understood? Let alone, understood? Let alone, understood? Let alone, understood? Let alone, understood? Let alone, understood? Let alone, understood? Have a care Wake me when I’m dead It’s the only way this will get read Let alone understood Let alone, understood? Let alone, understood? Have a care Let alone, understood? Let alone, understood? Have a care Let alone, understood? Let alone, understood? Have a care
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Leida, keep me in a burrow of cotton With people who go bump in the night They who must make believe Pray to the holy synths of yore Who speak unto a future In which they felt so sure Yet they all talk in fallacy Dark eyes, closed against the pillow They scan the empty room for their dæmons Find a shadow curled up against the curtains Where someone very friendly Could be accidentally murdered And the sound is looking out for me If you touch me On the cold side of the pillow Where it’s removing me In moments, I’ll forget When I hide from you On the cold side of the pillow Where it’s cooling me For a moment, I forget Blue light shimmers anaglypta A roar of wind overhead Deep within the glare of night I’m somewhere hidden in the spotlight Visually seamless transients Are to coming to reason with me Leida, if I lose my sleep In a living, synthesized city Desynchronized in time and devotion If you catch me On the cold side of the pillow Where it’s moving me In moments I forget When I hide from you On the cold side of the pillow Where it’s cooling me For a moment, I forget Seven synth city Seven synth city Well, come in, you’re so pretty When Leida’s had what Leida can never have And I look for you On the cold side of the pillow Where it’s removing me From the moments I forget You’re still deceiving me From the cold side of the pillow When the cold side of the pillow Still gets warm It still gets warm
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Lord Haw Haw 05:07
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Kumquat I want what you’ve got Warm berry compote With strawberry creampie Pumpkin I know what you’re thinking We’re so grapeful for drinking Queensberry nisi Rosehips The stains on your fingertips Huckleberry fillips Blackcurrant affairs Lúcuma Should have been here much sooner But blueberry lunar Reburied under the stairs It’s a mark of your own insanity That you think you can have it all your own way You can rain on our parade But you’ll never take our hearts and minds And still you wonder why you’ve lost the will of the people When you feed us with straw But eat the fruits of our labours Uglis Stir us in the coulis Kick us in the lychees Grow strictly up your wires Kumquat I want what you’ve got Warm berry compote Summer strawberry creampie, high, high Guava halves and sharpened mango Lemon pop, it takes two to tango Ripe tomatoes, and oh, huge melons Passion fruit with banana heavens Come on, baby, light my papaya Try to set trifle on fire You’d think they’d have bizarre fruit You’d think they’d have some use Bizarre fruit You’d think they’d have some use Bizarre fruit You’d think they’d have some use Bizarre fruit You’d think they’d have some use Bizarre fruit You’d think they’d have some use Bizarre fruit You’d think they’d have some use Bizarre fruit You’d think they’d have some use Bizarre fruit
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“Is it dead or alive?” she asked Robed, dis-robed and unmasked Don’t you waste all of my time Probing the corners of my mind Cos I’m here drenched in sorrow Surely you’ll lead and I’ll follow I’ve stopped quaking in my boots Wearing filthy shirts and dry-cleaned suits You can take all of my meek words And twist them to your cruel device The sins from off of your red lips They’ve always been your flavoured vice Tie up and chain down thoughts and deeds All the thresholds pain exceeds Except the fact the thrills I lack Dissipate when I lay on my back Don’t you walk too far away I am really bound to stay You pray for all the lives you wreck At the points at which faith intersects Drawn on the rack, I’m hung out to dry Tease me like I am just your small fry Velvet helmet, golden shower Whipped and cracked up in your power
8.
We’re born as empty vessels So spill the beans, refill our thoughts Poured the glass half empty You’d think we didn’t notice Thinking in moderation We salute and sell ignorant When I stopped looking for a way out I found the exit, but I said nothing to anyone because I wanted to be alone now. You don’t even have to earn the right to be a bit of a cunt on the Internet, it just seems to come to people so naturally as part of their monthly subscription package. We’ve already lost a war we didn’t even know had started, not because we didn’t know it was coming but because it was easier to fight in one-click hieroglyphs and misplaced apostrophes. Their they’re there. Bang!
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In space no-one can hear you scream Through universes ripped up at the seams The vacuum you have to breathe In space no-one there gives a damn For anything I am Recall what it was to be In space no-one can reach you In space no-one can push you drugs I hear you can’t get enough To fill the gap on queue In space no-one can trip you out So someone can touch you up Something to warm you through In space no-one can reach you In space no-one can trip you up No-one can sell you out No-one can touch you up In space no-one can reach you In space no-one can mess you up No-one can buy you out No-one can fuck you up In space no-one defeats you And here, you scream

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released December 8, 2017

Written and produced by Matt Black

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The Quixotes London, UK

With infectious and highly melodic tunes, The Quixotes specialize in songs about abject misery. Straddling multiple genres including electronica, indie- rock, 80's pop and blues. The rather schizophrenically monikered Quixotes were in fact merely one Matt Black, a London- based singer- songwriter. ... more

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