Get all 3 Remote Viewing releases available on Bandcamp and save 25%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Modern Addictions, It's Better This Way, and Blood Loss.
1. |
They Never Made It Home
04:15
|
|
||
They never made it home
Sister and brother
He’s simply simpler than others
As far as the story goes
They never made it home
Dragging through the cornfields
Clasping wet hands
In a stretch at the crossroads
They never made it home
Bright flashes
Happy birthday
Seeping gashes
Ripped in the cornfield
Grandpa made sandwiches
Grandma made pie
Uncle was absent
Most of the night
Dust, bleach, ephemera
They walked for hours
Clasped hand in hand
Gurgling their tears
Tangled laces
They found his severed feet
Of all the places
By her baby blue shoes
|
||||
2. |
The Tissue Issue
05:08
|
|
||
Sliding your fingers in, to the lips of a well-worn grin
Young girls buying drugs from the midwife
Kids feasting on snakes after midnight
Sliding your fingers in
Between the noose and the chin
Sliding your fingers in
In the interest of science
No means to clean up the fluid
Chewy teeth on the gristle and suet
Groping nails on the frame of the door
Preacher’s daughter makes a hell of a whore
Everything silent, nothing important
Everything silent, nothing important
Groping nails on the frame of the door
Preacher’s daughter makes a hell of a whore
Sliding your fingers in
Between the noose and the chin
Sliding your fingers in
Until they’re blue like you wanted
|
||||
3. |
|
|||
You’re not as dead
As you’re pretending to be
Angel hair thin
Slivers of enamel
Insides of the cat
Sticking to the gravel
Let’s embrace
As the organs unravel
You’re porcelain grin
Off-centre of chin
Not a smile but a fault line
I can’t feel a single fucking thing
Eat these fucking teeth
Pluck them one by one
I want to see you swallow
Every last fucking one
Eat these fucking teeth
Suck the pulp, chew the dentin
They don’t deserve the time
They have spent in me
Are we going to do this?
What tools do you need?
Just a towel
And a whole lot of heaving
I staggered out
With crimson mouth
32 trenches
Of near perfection
|
||||
4. |
Like Forest Fire
05:49
|
|
||
Burning bright
Arcing and dying in your own light
Arrived like an atom bomb
Making landfall on my skin
Can’t help but turn to look
When I know I should be running
Direct hit
Strip flesh from bone
Spread like forest fire
Swallowing the air
So fast, so soon
All is consumed
Swept in a flash flood
Filling the frame
My view widens
Space and time renew
|
||||
5. |
A Dog In The Oven
06:49
|
|
||
Salutations my dear roadkill
You look like you’ve had a cheap haircut
You smell like your uncle
Set your bed on fire
You taste like someone left
A dog in the oven
Salutations my old panic attack
You sound like a drowning vicar
You move like
Your bones must have melted
You dance like a confused paper bag
Soaked in animal fat
Salutations my pointless pleasure
You command respect like a scrambled egg
You impress the gathered crowd
Like a lake of stale milk
You strut your stuff
Like a filthy armchair
Salutations you feral charmer
With the eyes of an ashtray
You make small talk
Like a beauty pageant lobotomy
You are everything
I aspire to be
|
||||
6. |
|
|||
Gorging on melting blubber
We’ve got nosy neighbours for supper
And if our stomachs groan
We’ll have more neighbours tomorrow
Nancy and Gary, are bringing their cousins
We’d better heat up both ovens?
Fill your plate, eat like a pig
They’ll be plenty left for the fridge
Eileen and Colin are bringing the starters
A heart-warming touch, the delectable martyrs
Jenny and Arthur have baked us a cake
How long should an average torso take?
|
||||
7. |
Blue Gardens
04:49
|
|
||
Gulping, licking, fucking, nothing
Gushing, gaping, sticky, tasting
Horror spews forth, gushing from a suburban patio
Sticky kitchen windows, a lukewarm, threadbare messiah
You are a foul Jesus, licking, gulping the uptake of ruin
Facing the saddest gardens
Deliveries, from the scorned and the sacred
We’re not very well, authors of abject misfortune
The script is written, do not aspire for more
It’s apt to remind you, there’s no-one behind you
|
||||
8. |
Let the Oil Soak Out
08:09
|
|
||
Tangled corpses on the strand
Their blood swallowed between stones
Let the oil soak out
Looking north from the harbour
The land feels like it’s slipping away
Grease in every cavity
Plays tricks upon the sanity
Lurching out
Sicker and larger
With a butcher’s knife
In the shoulder blade
Clear to the hilt
Oh, how the waves wail
Telling their unpromising story
Of sodden fog
And fornication
Cowardly, wasteful, pathetic, ungrateful
Cynical, haphazard, neurotic, self-centred
The poverty of thought
The Atlantic ocean is not wet enough to pull this nail from my jaw
I’m the most disgusting person alive, and I’m trying to apologise
|
Remote Viewing London, UK
SONGS IN THE KEY OF SHIT#
Streaming and Download help
If you like Remote Viewing, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp