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Shoebox Shuffle A
00:35
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Finding out if it is possible to get
into background levels or not
and if so whether they can be left at will
thereby obviating any
need to show that which is going to go
into a silent mode and which can never be
said to take any more thought than that which is
given to a cloud formation
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2. |
Pluto's Matches
03:28
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Here comes the satellite with every gleaming
distance gliding over it
enter frenetic clime and draw the deepest ink
out of rabid goals
only then appear initial glints of what they call
the Matches
causing nets to fall on random rings from other planes
Jumping in lack of space the region blusters
moving flasks from envy
hopping the grated plow to make it on to
weather a stone apart
only at the shining of a tine proliferating Matches
cold but singular and teeming with arrythmic down
What is your name—oh I see
you’re not quite here
where are you from—is that so
some other place
Flashes upon the brine and statues move in
view of two beyond blue
meeting the waving mind and harbored in the
crest of a lovely nest
magical causality is bound to gesture over borders
fold along the grain of paper lined with gabardine
Here comes the subtle light with many keening
instants hiding into it
stopping the gate allows to wake up on the
heather a Bonaparte
only when up here a simple hint of lectures
hover boulders
pausing bets to call on random wings from other manes
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3. |
Songs Take Splitting 1
01:43
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4. |
Mind the Bend
05:01
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Lighting up at last
little stone still has no shadow
gone again far too long
nothing will move that is all
Cracking through the still
till the rest moves into leaving
singular movement must
come to the fore once again
Mind the bend it’s stirring through the valley
standing for that which focalizes motion
tapping the sheets to check the grain
Presentness will give
only when a movement happens
time resists nothing less
than a refusing grip
Water soaks the ground
from below diverting dryness
going on much too long
weaving into a flaw
Mind the bend it’s whirring through the reels
little doubt it will form another pattern
tapping the sheets to check the grain
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5. |
Shoebox Shuffle B
00:30
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6. |
The Tubular West
02:51
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On time and in the air
The Tubular West makes its mythos
hide in the wings waiting for the grass to grow
once brushed out by the fan
a storm is guided through the young and
poor bird’s-eye view floating glass into a length
Walking by the fleets
that scatter light toward the eye
a pull is felt to have a way to engineer a
move within the Potter’s Field
on the way to The Tubular West
From open tracks afar
the view makes hay and settles wage in
tandem with breath where The Tubular West stands
now if the crest were done
the foot would tap its messages to
all of the folks waiting for a turn to hear
Flocking to the streets
that flatter height in time to cry
a fuller belt in daylight sends the clearing
grave to sow the lotteries
in a wave to The Tubular West
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7. |
Half-Dream
03:39
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As the walls recede
and souvenirs come into view
some recent plans appear
that would seem to have
a sense of continuity
Soldering the past
to sell its suit to anyone
who passes by the dome
under evening light
looking for a matching eye
Changing gears to check if there is heat
or at least if the tune takes up too much room
having stopped to verify the claim
that the sense is clear, we need not remain
Staring into milk
receiving stars upon the wave
that slides into the dark
whiting out the storm
and the rest would seem to fade
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8. |
Songs Take Splitting 2
01:08
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9. |
Over By the Mantle
04:56
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Over by the mantle fibrous read by
candle lighter than the gloom and falling to
the carpets ready for the memory of all
that time has made an only bust
it all falls down and now it’s done
Moving high with mandrels turning blue
entire crutches to the ground
in puny falls together with a loss of local
levity which makes for strange departures
waxing in the room till all grows dim
To turn the room toward a pane
and see that intersections make the frame
there’s nothing like a view too far to
take the blue and make it chase the star
Passing through the spandrels rooks will air the
greatest foe on local sands and move toward
a closer vantage for the lamp which lights the
room. For when it dims a space is gone
in other words it cannot fly
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10. |
Shoebox Shuffle C
00:38
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11. |
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Only through us shall the cards be revealed
to be stamped with logos of a fluid sort
moving on moving into the desk of a slowgoing task
which requires ink from boxes by the door
stamping on stamping off
Lastly the list of appointments to crush the staples
into paper hoping for a fold
folding it sharp fold it trawling the sheets for a
hook in the day
which will track the stylus weathering the morn
trimming up trimming down
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12. |
Winter in Århus
02:47
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Winter retains its cold
and branches hold their own
prats will fall but molecules remain stuck down
Yet on recursive shores
a motion loosens silt
deep below a rubricated stone is jarred
Give me some 10-league boots
I’ll master Randers light
stropping down the complications on the way
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13. |
Bendings
03:55
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Seen through the stripes enfolded hours
o the bendings make luxury amass
up to the last revealing shapes with
every movement the air could call its own
Whether it seems to go on, whether it falls together
by the long lines of frequency
bendings remove to elsewhere, moving the
matter onward
sighing by tongs refracting night
Pressing the dash to loop along forever
into the falling bands of grain
open the slow evolving lattice
and the soundings will pulse from every ace
Whether it seems to go on, whether it falls together
by the long lines of frequency
bendings remove to elsewhere, moving the
matter onward
sighing by tongs refracting night
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14. |
Shoebox Shuffle D
00:22
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15. |
Onwards and Upwards
05:52
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16. |
Songs Take Splitting 3
01:24
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17. |
Rose Window
05:30
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The darkness is high, the brightness is low
and the window is far beyond reach
a turret’s no place for meandering lace
it’s the crenellation’s way
rising back the red and the black
no matter where roaming is down
I tried to Hide with a capital H
but those ascenders gave me away
I had them removed and then came the end
with the letter after M
rising black the red and the black
no matter where roaming is down
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18. |
Morning Flexion
01:46
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Something is moving
yet what it is I could not tell you for sure
hazy stripes underswim to the beds
Flexing in sideways
combing slowly through the woven air
gliders bend moving through ductile gems
Something is moving
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Samuel Andreyev Strasbourg, France
Samuel Andreyev is a Canadian composer based in Europe whose work has been widely performed by some of the world's most
acclaimed ensembles. As a singer-songwriter he has recorded several albums of distinctive pop music, most notably The Tubular West (Torpor Vigil Records, 2013).
Further bio details on the TVR website Artist page: www.torporvigil.com/012TVR/SectorPages/Artists.html
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