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Deuce

by Pleudoniem

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1.
Tonight we're on a show That should end the dire straits Of children with blown bellies Have you heard? I'm on TV! And when I got the news I whatsapped all my friends I don't know if you'll see me But I'll wave at you Please look me up on Facebook And add another like I'm sure that I'll look great When I pass more than a hundred Then I'll say I will say We should be happy In the new year Then I'll say I will say We'll be happy In the new year Tonight the poor are rich The starving will be fed And I may go to bed Adding fifteen ticks of fame So tell me what I'll wear? When everyone can see me Who knows if they might ask me If a camera should spot me Should I say hello to you Or should I chant a line That I may be remembered by Thirty seconds later? I'll say We should be happy In the new year I'll say We should be happy In the new year
2.
Get Late 02:50
I've heard that there were forces Playing on their pipes Frightening off their foes, Being razed. But still they marched ahead As pride ignored this matter While all these men were shattered To bits. I wonder if I play that tune The stoic and the blood I wonder if it's killing me Wittingly I shouldn't bite the hand that feeds me I shouldn't mock the face that mocks me I shouldn't wince at what is said I guess I'd better keep on working Till I drop dead. Downmarket hotel California That pays me hard anemia The pallor and the sheep Being shorn. I shouldn't fall asleep The harsh distorted knell The sound of my alarm clock Four hours from now.
3.
The anticlockwise letters Were dripping on my feet They sped away like motor oil Sticky as the dust on my screen. It was warfare on my floor Biting steam so vehemently Watched the black blood simmering Felt the constant hammering As the words went on To point the open joints Telling them to mean a thing Telling them to mean a thing
4.
I felt his eyes across the room I'm sure he wasn't reading But scouring through his magazine And hoping to accost me At least that's what it felt like It was pent-up premonition Of a man dying to speak So I just looked away To read of dental illness Postered on the wall What if I'm too polite What if I understand What if I fear the risk Of a cold shoulder? This is when I wish I could sabotage the train And squeeze out all the pus That's been spat into my ear This is when I wish I could open up that skull And plunge this dulling mind in My pic of rotting teeth. Sense came in a rumble Like chunks of Stuka'd words Dropping fractured algebra Like sleet on tarmac With other things to mind Than Europe, greed or profiteers The backdrops of today I nodded back indifference Humming back to please A splendid piece of roleplay.
5.
Tinker 04:55
That's What they Call it It's said the old is dying Pushing out the new Eating up our mothers, Craving for dominion. We howl into your ears Splattering the drops Onto a cloth of churnouts As right as Richter Smearing all our thoughts Across a sky of sawdust All reddened by the blues We are ready to lick up Eat, before it eats you! Take, before it takes you! See, before it burns your eyes! Hear before the beat. Let's reinvent ourselves Let's tinker with our cells My eyes are solar energy I'll find a flaw to remedy We know the new's been dying The colour of the drums The mocking of the fusileers Keeps charging friendly fire. At all who stand within our way In matricidal joy of play To decimate their kind We'll call it progress.
6.
This is to myself While I'm trying to forget That I must be a machine That can't erase its mind By cramming it with Aptitude to better Times and light This is to myself While I'm trying to ignore The biting on my tongue To elevate a sore Comparing what is worse The moment or the matter After the fight Don't forget to breathe Don't forget to breathe This is to myself While I'm trying to grey out The picture of a cityscape The sky of which has left Its ever fading white Its badly written text Will bleed onto the next This is to myself I'm hoping to repair The stitches in the canvas The colour of the grass That must return its green The all removing eye Will feed the dye
7.
I stumbled on a Picturebook Teen smells from an 80s look Faces in a row A corrollary of hope Trying to join in The brushed up rites and trifles I added conversations To be totally ignored It's alright, because it dawned on me They only knew a history That showed me in the margin And socially quite a virgin Rubbing off the dust from The outcome of a year No doubt some tables'd turned As some of us had turned some Rubbing off the dust from The outcome of a year No doubt some tables'd turned As some of us had turned some When time forgot to matter For a while Time forgot to matter For a while Rubbing off the dust, The engine of the time When all the endings rhymed A life stilled on a pinhead Draws a shadow on a map, impaled Where people'd left When days had ended. Now, returning for a word from the faces on the steps That still happen to be there, and sometimes things to share All that's changed is thirty years The shaggy looking lad A hit and miss around Showed up again on Facebook
8.
Half a Heart 03:53
Half a Heart I'd one hand in my pocket It was unwilling to move, well Possibly that finger With nothing left to prove I'd one eye leering off It didn't want to care It had become indifferent With nothing left to share Except Possibly a smile with A glance of admonition To cater the rendition That I fully disagreed I wrapped it up in fancies And swayed around the lines I mocked each conversation A crossed out ending. I've half a heart that laughs at you Half a heart that cares for you Half a heart that pities you A remedy of sorts. Half a heart Halfhearted Half a heart Halfhearted The slowing of the train Speeding through a river There's need for insulation To wash away the rain Polishing the surface Recovering the rust As colours dissapear And soak into the mud Her hands keep ploughing through A quicksand of a kind That never lets you drown But only lets you flounder So I just stood and watched As I had said enough My hands still in my pockets Waving nor drowning
9.
I fed you with a smile As empty as the doorway That dozed into the hallway Filling up the shades. As you were Expecting me to hit against A wall of expectations Bouncing back the ball As you came well prepared Tell me, is my house still white? Or have I left some lines? Text is written everywhere? Try to read it if you try It used to be there. Try to read it if you try I know I used to care. Deeply You ate a piece of mind Unsalted and unsavoury A sympathetic look I pitied you, the memory Just know it has been dead for months You gave a fatal overdose That rendered me a comatose Thoughts like on TV. Tell me, is my blood still in? Or is it dull and dry? And is its colour red or brown? You might taste it if you try It used to be there. You might still taste it if you try I know I used to care. Deeply
10.
So Familiar 04:36
A wink of recognition And that is when I know I'm starting to get older Just across halfway Yes man, I am so happy for you Step onto that train Now it's calling right before you Don't make it want to leave without you When fifteen millions cast themselves Into fifteen clicks of fame Into the net. Into the net. And that is what it sounds like So familiar And that is what it feels like So familiar You're testing my patience But that is when I know I'm starting to get older Just across halfway I know just what you mean I held myself a fortress mind Impenetrable and undefined But I have cast the thought aside It was part of growing up But don't you rub my ears in that I couldn't tell your soul I read it twenty years ago When I didn't even know you And I had something like it.
11.
Water Wheel 06:15
Water Wheel The splatter on my face Completely uninvited The moment made me wonder Should I wipe my cheeks. Reactive flare of anger The ignorance and need As the water might be boiling Or is it safe to drink? The movement of the wheel Clapping through the stream It swings away the heart Diametrically apart She feels the blades of lead They're spinning round her finger Carving through her flesh As she's trying to wind down. In rhythmical dysfunction The blades mill through the water Bubbles force the light In need for desperation An exasperated smile Reflected in the clatter Suspicion and the chatter Deafening the noise

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released August 30, 2014

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Pleudoniem Amersfoort, The Netherlands

Pleudoniem is a bass player/guitarist from the Netherlands, who is involved in a variety of projects. He draws from funk, jazz, fusion and Progressive Rock.

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