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Operating Instructions
02:49
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They shook the pavement from end to end, it seemed they would never come to rest. Birds rise into fevered skies from their assemblies where they nest. I pray for any anodyne to break my vacant laboured steps. For self indulgence or preservation’s sake, I’m still limiting myself. My motions swell, my actions crest and break. I’m split between what I want and what I choose to take. I’m wasting time by trying desperately to reconcile doubt with productivity.
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Waiver Form
03:08
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The illustrations we cut from books and journals and pasted onto walls. Depictions that conspired to meet in the curation of our flaws. Excavated forms. Figures shorn of features. Lead oxidised upon the stone. Another kind of clay to cast us in our broken molds. The shapes of men and mounts in permanent burial shrouds. In vestments of benevolence. A decaying kiln of kin, staring back at nothing. Constrained saints painted into frames as time fans the dying embers of shame. Like devouts at a shrine, just returning to the fold. The floor cupped at the feet of the damned and the bold. These fragments rise, an idol of perfection carved in polished rock. A likeness we cannot sustain, perfection we can never attain.
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Ruin and Collapse
04:04
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Through the worn out streets our ripped up feet concede to the force that is inflicted by the ones too mad to leave. They spill out into the street and into plastic cars to drive across a weather-beaten track into the night. We felt lonely lost with sin. On into dawn a riding of the tide as we begin to face ourselves a moment and remember what we did. A mireful dark, a filament, a shred of fear within. Everything takes care of itself. Call curses into sky. Where pundits weather frank exchanges in formal shirts and ties. The moments lost. The time it cost to pursue ventures and why do the choices made pave and predict our way in life. Bruised by burden we will break. Beaten down and quickly rolled into shallow seductive graves. From ticket stubs and memories to our cast iron fates. Solitude and tempers lost. Charred ruins still remain.
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Absentee
04:27
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You committed to healing isolation. They kept me in for observation but now they won’t let me leave. And you tried your best to build out the darkness, but I still see it in the arches the steeples and tiled walls. You worked hard to design distinct professions for yourself. Your father restored faith, true to form. A real architect of will. Abandoned buildings standing still. Every hollow spire inspires another shadow’s faded form. Our fear is real, still waters run deep. Blinded by our ways and what we achieve. I’m lost. A withheld addressee. An ever present absentee. Did they overlook your stammered speech, or did they substitute your delivery? For any other man this place would be a precinct, palace, an ordained monastery, but not for me. Between the red brick walls, repressed contempt, divine rights and sacrament – your influence locked in cast cement decrees. An absentee.
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Rust Belt
03:11
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A landscape sketched in an economy of pencil strokes from memory. Fine staccato lines define our town. The arcane maps that we drew out, we built perimeters and scaled our doubts. Our buildings stand in judgement, then subside. But I didn’t come for the view or the weather and raising it to the ground won’t make it better. The residue of nameless rage in the frail structures of men. Mute and doomed they wander through the arterial streets condemned. Lost souls held accountable. Rigid and ceremonial. Their destiny prefigured by the rocks - locked in the minerals. So sit and rust with me in a stubborn city. We’re chained to what we own and bound by pity. We sleep among these bones and unsent letters. Wolves will cull their own and we’re not better.
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End States Sunderland, UK
End States is a folk pop band from Sunderland, UK. The band was formed as an outlet for material which was deemed unsuitable for other projects.
End States recommends:
My current band; melodic punk rock.
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Sunderland Ska punk. I used to play bass and sing between 2004-2008.
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I was in this band between 2008-2012.
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