A Love For The Rain It’s raining He’s stopped for the foreseeable Seeing as there’s no real reason to walk Raining Hard loud rain off the branches His feet merge with the mud of the earth And although he could die up here at Devil’s Dyke And wet weasels pillaged his corpse before he’s found The main sense he feels as a small river of water hits his nape Is that he has escaped And left the monster nosing the bins At the corner of some street with a name And he promises out loud That if he ever has a child The first of many loves he gives it Will be a love for the rain… Mate lift your face to the sun soak up the rain if it comes it don’t make you safe if you hunch so rave if you want the dance of the Deathly One’s done face to the front soak up the rain as it runs the dance of the Death Lovers is done rave how you want the strangest race ever run Freaks to the front Pick up your body and come 7.9 billion together as one we woke up Face to the sun soak up the rain as it runs it don’t make you safe if you hunch so rave if you want face to the front soak up the rain as it runs the dance of the Death Lovers is done rave how you want the strangest race ever run Freaks to the front Pick up your bodies and come 7.9 billion together as one we woke up to rain Freaks to the front Pick up your bodies and come 7.9 billion together as one we woke up to reign Freaks freaks freaks… lift your face to the sun Soak up the rain as it comes It don’t make you safe if you hunch so rave if you rave if you want the dance of the Deathly One the dance of the Deathly Ones is done we woke up to rain we woke up to reign we woke up to rain

Greek Summer So long doggy so long so long doggy so long so long doggy so long so long doggy so long I’m from a gamelan of mighty gongs ah ha My bells be ringing to a new number uh hurgh I am just stepping out the brouhaha ah haa I’m a Greek summer I’m a Greek summer I’m from a gamelan of mighty gongs ah ha so long doggy My bells be ringing to a new number uh hurgh so long doggy I am just stepping out the brouhaha ah haa so long doggy I’m a Greek summer I’m a Greek summer Gna beat that doggy never bow down Gna beat that doggy never bow down Gna beat that doggy never bow down Gna beat that doggy never bow down I mince like vision is my real estate ah ha I roll up reeking like a deep space rave oh ho I tears off miseries like Sea-lotape oh ho Real love playing on the radio I’m from a gamelan of mighty gongs ah ha so long doggy My bells be ringing to a new number uh hurgh so long doggy I am just stepping out the brouhaha ah haa so long doggy I’m a Greek summer I’m a Greek summer Real ain’t playing on the radio Real is playing in the rain

Wild Animus Meditate in cigarette butts Meditate in sound of engines Meditate in spite of winter meditate like life’s depending Meditate space among cigarette butts Cathedral in a small box room Gospel in a dandelion dying In a flat belly man with a lost screw One lost screw, seventeen lost marbles Meditate in asylum white Hot day to the violent night We are walking dynamite Dum degga degga Meditate in love and splendour In the glamour of a God Gift Day I wear air like feather boa and red leather In a park where I ostentate Found not lost in space Space Growing around me like halo Like Zeppelin go moonwards Not lost, what? Cos a telly say so? Nah I arrive, then I arrive again then arrive again Then I arrive again Live a life like diving for diamonds constant My guide is the light within Wild animus Wild animus Dance with the cannibal apes White lines in the back of the jeep we’re still falling Fiends for the slap of the bass Line spaced from the lack of the sleep Until morning None of the kids I’m with want this Vacuous enema-Nightmare yr peddling So we swallow the drugs by the hundreds You say money is love where’s the evidence? Fuck in the dust the mud paints us Running amuk the mode monstrous Each one of us perfect strangers Strobelight the cave of the unconscious Tripping on the light what it feels like Feels like we’re the sons of Caliban Rilly on the side of real life We come alive as an upwards avalanche Yes and I’m a FUCKING BATTYMAN Munted I’m a man alive Disgusted and yr tantalized Come flit to the candlelight Ah my papillon Truth of the mind too ugly Make it move to the two-two drumbeats Twostep by the miligram Bagged up for the uptight citizan One dab of the realness could kil a man or bring him alive in a devil-eyed dinnerdance So who’s in now? Bass up and yr cruising round The lipstick all round yr rude pink mouth Eye shadow is a blue tint Wow you look vivid One pull ups Two pull ups And the drums go dum du dum duddup I be the thunder god the young Buddha Seen what yr under love I want gooder I want better for you I brung love in Work for the sense of peace that comes sudden Rest for the day to day to day struggling Look when he shut his eyes The light struck him Work We have done that work My days we have done that running I try not to become that work My lover Leave time for the fun and fucking Meditate meditate my ninja Meditate and the day comes smoother and the day comes cleaner, clearer Day comes draped in a warrior sutra Wild animus

Sunlight Why does he walk the river? Maybe he killed a man He stops Looks at his filthy hands and keeps walking Kid is an alien listen He lives in an age of foolery It isn’t his aim to fit in Maybe the river’s his way to forget Maybe the kiddy is walking be cause he is strange in the cortex Maybe a thing he’s after swims in the water there Dragging its body in weeds and algae Using a straw for air He looks. Something moves He looks at his hands again A jogger that’s dragging a dog hard Jogs past and yanks the chain Her earpods blocking the sounds of life as it dies screaming She drags her dog off in the flat white evening The kiddy observes His eyes filling with dirt and grief He sees a riot coming Sees bodies that hurt and bleed Sees fractions Splitting to further fractions A child lie dreaming A preacher with a wild eye preaching On the ruins of an airport In a hot dry hungry So He walks until the town comes country And the river runs quicker But deep clean darker And he walks beneath trees a little calmer Until at last where a warehouse is swallowed by the weeds He stops, sits among em And breaths I don’t feel like I’m dying when I’m side by side with you Feel something liven in my intestines for you So hold me tight and I will risk my life for you Just gimme one night to forget the danger outside It isn’t madness It’s a world war he says A war the world fed and which my mind has made The war that rages frantic in asylum greys When I close my eyeses rises in a tidal wave That’s made of guns and mischief The Made of bloody hands > That bang the glass while I am Lying / Trying hard to understand The sense of any given day World war bristling in my thickened veins Wind that whips and Rain that inundates I feel too mad much For this real so numb me I feel too keenly for this Cunt of a country That I love That cut its sons tear ducts before they reach puberty Where Love’s a dog we beat brutally and drag to die Prophets strung up Margins maximised Refugees drowning in the damp divide I see and hear it all It all is swelling in my lower throat I wrap a scarf around it buttoning my overcoat And walking as far as any can from streets and storefronts > Along the river where the trees are crowding and the mud is wet And I will walk until decay claims my organs And exhaustion draws me down and every sun has set Come with me cos I I don’t feel like I’m dying when I’m side by side with you Feel something liven in my intestines for you So hold me tight and I will risk my life for you Just gimme one night to forget the danger outside I don’t feel like I’m dying when I’m side by side with you The light looks fine and vibrant when we’re thigh to thigh it’s true So hold me tight and I will risk my life for you Just gimme one night to forget the danger outside Call me strange she says But I am into you Your eyeses have a hidden moon That rises when you’re grinning you Are winning babber babber you’re a fanfare Whatever weirdness thickens in your insides and drags you down I am a frightened little infant too Pikachu With various disguises that I don as armour / Here Take my arm you are a queer Warm stunner and as pleasing as an onamarta peia Warm is what I’m after The cool kids can do a runner now Let’s snuggle up and hunker down While the world coming like Scenes from Bucarau And grief swings in Unannounced At least let’s have a stark nude wrestle And then lie fragrantly Stinking of pheromones and ancient cheese Chuckling From now until the tealight’s guttering My lover lover lover stay with me Cos I’m telling you I I don’t feel like I’m dying when I’m side by side with you Feel something liven in my intestines for you So hold me tight and I will risk my life for you Just gimme one night to forget the danger outside I don’t feel like I’m dying when I’m side by side with you The light looks fine and vibrant when we’re thigh to thigh it’s true So hold me tight and I will risk my life for you Just gimme one night to forget the danger outside

Abigail Somebody quick Tell her story She's forgotten she was ever born Dress her in metaphors come describe the smell of gorse for her So she can live it like I lived it The Cornish cliffs Both our parents there, bourbon biscuits and a flask of tea The sea is so cold, your feet've froze Use a sock to scrub the sand from out between your toes You feel that? It's good innit. Even though it grates a little it is raw existence give it time and revel in it Dinner's set for five tonight up at the house We'll leave the window wide for you Come sit inside for once Your father's proud. I know you've never tasted Mum's food It's wicked Every day's a different dish and love's forever served with it Call her Whippet It's her nickname - she likes it Try it. Say it Though your voice is paper thin and quiet We can work it louder It's our duty to We'll make a body for you out of string and superglue Give you clothes and take your photo Place it there among our own in frames and every phrase we say we'll say … eh We'll give you clothes and take your photo Place it there among our own in frames and every phrase we say we'll say your name Abigail You're never going back there You're never going back this I promise I promise Abigail And if you're laying in the void there I'll hold you You're too young to know a cold truth Come let's find a firefly Dance it down the hedgerows I'll pick out the soundtrack Abby have my headphones Here. Put em in. Press the button Hear music in the centre of your head / skull all a sudden Surging Don't be fearful! That's a small miracle The world's chock-full of bigger ones Bigger wonders jostle for your eyes and ears Pick a bunch See how we humans alchemise whatever's given us And turn ideas to solid fact How boss is that? With a bit of love Plane's in the air Train's on the track I wonder what you woulda bin If you'd bin a grown up Pretty sure you'd have had the living thing sewn up And sorted Come let's lay around Watch the planets roll through And if you're crying in the void there I'll hold you

Dear Cousin Meanwhile, Adnan crouches on the lower deck Watching the coastguards’ headlights approaching then Two men in masks leap aboard, attach a rope and when Adnan tries to catch their eye they are off and gone Nobody’s telling what is going on / what’s going on Confusion is the element they’re soaking in 800 of them crammed into a boat that’s meant for stowing ten to thirteen Every time a person moves the vessel’s lurching Every tendon in his body tense, his bones are stiff from crouching and it seems as if every cell is motion-sick He’s from the mountains you know, he isn’t meant for seas Missing his nephew and his friend Haseeb He shuts his eyes. That’s when the panic hits The whole ship tips to the side - beads of an abacus the people are screaming as another tug rocks the boat Adnan is wide-eyed : there are children locked below There is little Simran! There is little Omar! Above the screams he pleads with the coastguards Please - please - stop pulling stop sirs! You will drown us, it will not work! But there is nobody available to hear Just the death slide and the flailing and the fear And the headlights of the coastguard boat watching As the dark swallows us all. Wake.. Wake up! Dear cousin I am sickened from inside How the d’you ever get so distant from the light? When did hate become the central piston in your pride? and when d’you get so gullible to vicious little lies? Especially the lies of the lizard in his tie Who says really splendid Richard isn’t it divine And takes your salary to mop his spillages of wine And keep you prisoned up inside a rigid little life? Thought I knew you You open spirited and kind Loyal to yr friends down for silliness and light Hearted banter no truck with restriction and divides As long as they don’t tek emself too serious it’s fine But now look Look as we swinging to the right Look as the Sun seeds division in yr mind Look I don’t care if your opinion isn’t mine I don’t care what liquid’s in yr pint Just fucking fucking fucking Dear cousin Meet me by the tunnel entrance I’ll walk you through the gap between the fucking fences I take you to the shack where Omar dreams That he is choking on the sea like his friends did Wake up Wake up

I See Ghosts I see ghosts gather for the feast look I see my great great granddad he’s a priest Jamaica sugarcane blackening his teeth He is nodding at my great granddad who’s a thief And I’m sat here in between look - with my granny in her fancy jewels Who’s saying “Don’t forget you’re grammar schooled Don’t forget your dad was to the manor born” And she’s on a croquet lawn very manicured I turn, and see my great gramps’ feet are manacled And my nana from my mother’s side is ducking cannonballs Ducking in to shattered doors And coming back with corpses Twisted and staggering and ashen forms That she’s nursing in a front garden With her hands bloody Cursing at the bombardment And her knees muddy Cursing at the bombs popping And the jagged beams And there is Uncle John Cursing at the Japanese Babbling in Ancient Greek in a cold bath With his dogs and his pipe and his old scars What’s the matter with him? It’s all the noise and the clamour Boys running out the jungle and he has to kill em And every day he wakes aching from the shrapnel in him Till he is an asteroid in blackness that Can’t forgive him All my ancestors broken up and strange Some are loving, some are woven up in hate Some are blood and liquor soaked and some are saints Some made their money off of slaves Some are noble as a spade Some are dirt-rich Look among em there are foremen there are servants There are there are Poor Pawn brokers here there are merchants Look, there are sheep farmers there are nurses and all of them are in me All are in me as a bone So never think you know me cos you don’t Said all of them are in me All are in me as a bone So never think you know me cos you don’t I see ghosts

Blessed Love Oneone it’s a blessed love… For those who won’t bend in obedience The freaky ones blending the mediums Freaks bringing bee stings to the tedium This kingdom of ghosts and chameleons I’ve been flinging out seeds of my bleeding heart Since pre social media cinema Since pre CDR I’m a leaping phoenix Unsettle the cosmos for the remix… It’s a blessed love… Mad love for the beauty of Bach and Escher I see gods in the architecture From Castadena to Large Professor our unfathomable grace Grace too vast to measure as the truth gets more bizarre than ever and the storms do gather for Armageddon We gather to dance together It’s a love with a fistful of seeds in it Beyond statistics and reasoning The new state of being is Edenic We rewild and we replenish and we’re generating the future here with a ten-gun salute to the weird Miniature minded dudes move to the rear and do your homework before speaking We’ve been hearing you all evening Perhaps it is time for a next perspective Direct line to the blessed essence It’s a blessed love…

Curiouser and Curiouser We mistake control for success mistake money for love that's the old one Mistake what's clean for what's golden There's a clean black hole coming hold on hold on Mistake normal for what makes sense Mistake what's lawful for innocent Mistake legal for good People for good Ourselves for cigarettes Mistake what we can't grasp for what cannot be Mistake large for Godly Mistake what's massive for what matters There are cracks in the colossus The god fractures Ozymandias… We mistake control for success Mistake money for love that's the old one Mistake what's clean for what's golden There's a clean black hole coming hold on hold on Schemers come in all shapes and costumes the role of God is to warn your guts The role of you is to learn to hear them to learn to stop and see I get Curiouser and curiouser and Curiouser And that’s all I know… And when you’re done with your one grand goal the world will turn and make you small The role of you is to ride on this quiet this quiet this quiet I get Curiouser and curiouser and curiouser And that’s all I know All I know… We mistake control for success mistake money for love that's the old one Mistake what's clean for what's golden There's a clean black hole coming hold on hold on Mistake normal for what makes sense Mistake what's lawful for innocent Mistake legal for good People for good Ourselves for cigarettes Mistake what we can't grasp for what cannot be Mistake large for Godly Mistake what's massive for what matters There are cracks in the colossus The god fractures Ozymandias… We mistake control for success Mistake money for love that's the old one Mistake what's clean for what's golden There's a clean black hole coming hold on hold on hold on