Islands, by the boy without a name

Islands

by the boy without a name

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1.	XXVII 04:50	lyrics	buy track
On a table where the darkest of secrets can hide My lies are inviting me down to the white My body is burned on a mindful of fight For a bride and the heaviest of favours denied There's no need for forgiving Sorrows like these can be swallowed in kindness And I'll be alone self-afflicted In the shade of the dusk in our living room sighs And I'll mask the white under your eyelids As we dose away feeling in our awkward incline For your life You're a feather worn heady from the worries of flight I'm a fly on the wall looking in from the sky All the colours of blood rushing down to your spine And the cries of your pain pushing hard to define We've no place with the living A killing incentive for selfish decline When our friendship is longer breathing And my oxygen bleeds on a flawless design I'm losing my life to your leaving And we're talking in opposite swells of the tide I'm scared of the dirt in you eyes My reasons for leaving are selfish and poorly defined But I'm not one for words When our absence is no kind of healing for hurts of this kind For the water is wide But I'm not one to swim, you know me The melancholy seasons are mine There are knives in the air forming thoughts held in time When the only way out is out into the night And my dreams are all visionaries walking the line That I brokered and borrowed from a better man's life
2.	Islands 04:20	lyrics	buy track
Sleep I'm a constant Like a solvent Through skin and tongue I trace the suits all over the red line The face of a kid opened fire on the five and nine There's a war in the blood This is terminal, this is terminal Creep I'm dispondent Swam a solent Through wires and time Here is a place inhuman and undefined Where the stakes are higher than all but the turn of mind There's a war in the blood This is terminal, this is terminal There is trouble in a flood of the cynical Show me an island, love
3.	Confessional 04:40	lyrics	buy track
Drown out the noise with a discourse Allow me to be unsettling and drink it in uncertainly Found out the poise with the fiscal Endow me to breathe embellishing and shrinking in endlessly The only wiser man found in a holocaust of age Stack the over-educated odds anonymous and frayed When gods are liberated in a confessional of faith I'm not awake, I'm not awake Down on the joy with a white horse Surrounded in steam and suffering Grounded and deep Frowned on the boy from the substance Drowning to feel anything Founded and weak While demagogues play god and all our teachers taught to hate We're sent like humans to the slaughter for a sense of pride and place We lack the nerve to leave whilst staring death right in the face I'm not awake, I'm not awake
4.	[ ] 04:36	lyrics	buy track
( ) Bring me violence and a catalyst In a storybook of hope Thirty cigarettes and a hollow sense Of something to show At the twilight end there'll be limbs to mend For these bookshelves to claim as their own Contaminants left on paper threads Shed a winter to the snow Later, insomnia Seed the lulling monotone Indeterminate Feed the callous to the bone We are fever and thought At the foot of it all We are dust, we are dust Indefinite in a safety net While I'm trying not to cope Tragediennes through a camera lens Into listless forms and throws When common sense is social deficit Lost my innocence a decade ago Ultraviolet and I'm trembling Cast my fortune to the spoke Later, Insomnia Seed the lulling monotone Indeterminate Feed the callous to the bone In our fever and faun Unweave it all We are dust, we are dust And fumes For river is frost Our addendum is lost Upon a shiver in this sea of us
5.	Thread 06:40	lyrics	buy track
Are you sitting down, invisible? I've seen these sterile walls before Thread a desolate and literal Through a Dorset fall short of the full I'm parading them all; the corpses On adrenaline that falls and courses Over and over and over And under the skin We don't need to be a part of this What is left flawed on a pixel edge A whole thread in our then We hold not the nights still glow A fools eyes upon my eyes In the furrows I hide Where the lamplight is low She took chemicals That if I was a liar I'd be innocent of I've witnessed a war in a humans mind Rust out a treason of sorts Without reason and short of attention I'll throw out my caution to the breeze Make my peace with the winter In the bleakest of madness forgive her Half a breath and bleed out the oxygen Know I've always been We don't need to be a part of it If we weren't us then we could be anything A whole thread in our then We hold not the nights still glow A fools eyes upon my eyes In the furrows I hide Where the lamplight is low

about

The artist known as the boy without a name grew up in a small town in Middle England. After graduating from University, he spent three years touring and releasing music under a different name, eventually arriving in London, where he opened a recording studio and began working with artists on the underground London scene. At its height, this journey led to working on productions with such peers as Mick Jones (The Clash) at his studio in West London and becoming immersed into the family of the West London arts community - a teasing glance into a possible future. Eventually, life diverted him onward to the seaside town of Brighton, the choice to leave London made inevitable for him by the burden of money, and the need to be more present in the life of his long-term partner, supporter and often muse, who at this point had been suffering with a then undiagnosed chronic condition which would come to dramatically alter their co-existence and pathway through life’s adventure. It was here in their fifth-floor flat, as the ocean breeze wandered through an open sash window and the yellowy light ebbed through the rooftops onto a four-track cassette recorder, that Islands was conceived.