Title: Boom Bip
Artist: Wanted, someone who's quite handy with their search engine.
Rating: 5/5
Okay, in the Boom Bip album, there's the lyrics to the entire song "Mannequin Hand Trapdoor I Reminder", sung by the unimitable Dave Swann. Can anyone find these on the Internet, cause they're proving tres tres elusive?
Manequin Hand Trapdoor I Reminder
Music: Boom Bip
Words: Dose One
Nerved, spotted not alone at the copy bag's lip. Your "last great mime" eyes watching faces go bald through a ply of mucus or living gauze. The way a glass of still water brings out... strings out an entire nights sleep. The ringing in your ears after locking a series of doors. When you feel friendless and alone this sends a thin kitchen noise very pregnant throughout the house. Letting the few squeaking floorboards know that they cannot but sleep through you. A dream screams zilch to the woke. Wanting power not unlike that of a thermostat instead you're one warm dot of wheat buckling down to the 10,000 sours of time line indulgence; a silent, undeniable page break.
Sure you swear you single out a single grain of sea and keep track all the way to the shore. Trousers rolled to the diminish of pant utility, flashing calf meat at the big water mom. Avoiding the wake and thief's dignity, that's losing count. Saying "Great" or 6lbs. 11 ounces awaiting happy to the ribs of books frayed... all that respect for never seeing all your blood displayed outside your body at once. All that ignoring of the fewer's golden properties. Skipping on the curse of will you help with pregnant meanwhile tumors twinkling, twining throughout your seaweed centre. Such bits part power over earth and anti-gravity, cold editing the place machine to bits because you're this mediafetusmindmomowingstraightman coughing bird badly and creaky broken english like a rock. The caveman absolute... more red paint faced than garden goaled.
You can taste the astronaut in those nails... suck on the dirt in Edisons teeth, blindly ejaculate his thousand helper rally, be reminded your warm blossom body feeds a smile rich mud.
What they do... Is get an empty barrel filled with loosed puzzle pieces - and a Hollywood set fan - and blow them all over you.
I can't wait till I wake to the bit in this flick where all crutches are kicked and my mothers forgived. Be it by the therapist's sieve or one carcrash to live, I would rather not dive from a wire of a bridge if it's for me to heal by the 25th give god forbid that this nose glass moustache to wig is exposing a rib. God forbid I'd love to see 50 fat fingered and fearless with something like kids.
Trapping yourself in a solid fashion (negative) before the sexual hinge. Your father honest and alimoniless in the thickest of glass blowing his squeezed teeth saying your mother's become disgusting. She is... was secrets to the clubbed tongue of a jersey secretary... oh you remember - buried in the thin inner hand cells that refuse replacing, cause you won't bite into your warm arm for fear of bursting the bulged obvious vein.
The same veins your heart seems so impatient with. Maybe yours cuts so deep it makes a second mouth more massive that your guilty average ten year old smart pumps glib... maybe not... You're a harpless fear extra in the dust gather massive... a muscle bound fossil swapping specs of flesh for a rock thin slow future of snapping off into salt.
There's no harm done in the fruition of minerals. The second great planting sink of your adult teeth.
Thank you so much! Where did you find it?
Touch!
Man, those lyrics are so much like the inside of my head...
Lucid - I haven't got your email address so I hope you see this-
Sunday 5th October, BOOM BIP with BAND, SAGE FRANCIS and BUCK 65 all live at The Scala, 275 Pentonville Road, Kings Cross, London, N1 9NL Kings Cross Station/Buses: 30,73,214,10,17,45,46. 7.00pm - 11.00pm. Tickets £12.50 (adv)
From
www.eatyourownears.com/
I'm going.
Also, I know what song is about now :-)
Man, I'm quite tempted.. although I'm not a massive Buck fan.. Have you heard "Circle"? It's Boom and Dose's solo project.. absolutely amazing, though there's nothing quite the same standard as Mannequein Hand Trapdoor.
What is it about?
Maybe its about the chick from legendary 80's romantic crap-o-rama 'Mannequin' (possibly starring Steve Guttenberg) who's hand is possessed by the evil dead and has to be locked up by Berk.
It's about Dose One's mother. Apparently an unhappy childhood. Manequin Hand is how her touch felt, trapdoor i reminder is about the memories of his childhood.
Yes, I do have circle.
Yeah, have you listened to Gin on Circle?
"YOUR FATHER WAS NOTHING BUT AN ADULTERER!" and all that.
Bless his tortured hip-hop heart.