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This Is Not Your Shape

by Cultural Amnesia

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1.
Bone Chapel 01:35
I’m going to the bone chapel I’m the rider of the kings I’m the king of the bone chapel I’m the king of the bone chapel Let’s drive into the deepest sea let’s drive into the shallowest sea Words by Max Greenway
2.
Look, yeah look, hey see my see my product chunk look at it glow look at it come my product my product chunk hey, hey it’s so good it’s so cool see how it blitters see how it fits see how it fits and starts Look, yeah look, hey see my see my product chunks listen to the sound listen to the sound it’s adorable it’s invincible it’s processable it’s a process it’s a product it’s a project a projection My product chunks there’s so many there’s so many needs hear the blitter hear the bracket hey, yeah it’s good it’s cool it’s new and it’s stone
3.
Gary’s holed up in his bedroom won’t come out for food or TV sometimes staring out the window sometimes lying on the carpet mum’s been cooking all his favourites knows it won’t make any difference as he smells the apple crumble Gary chants his special words: Packet router upload vector comms-link failure method acting stats analysis Schwarzschild radius I-beam girder shock and awe Let’s all help solve Gary’s problem Gary’s hanging with his mates down the park and near the swings there’s not much to do each evening no one’s got much left to say Gary slips into the shadows fumbles for his mobile phone low on credit, it don’t matter time enough to speak these words: Space-time metric mango chutney Kevlar lining postindustrial system error motor neuron self-assembling nanobots [Chorus] Gary’s gone to see the specialist time to have a little chat Gary keeps his features frozen no one knows what’s in his head as the voice drones on and on Gary eyes some scattered papers folders, reports and a letter where he reads familiar words: Packet router upload vector comms-link failure method acting stats analysis Schwarzschild radius I-beam girder shock and awe stats analysis Schwarzschild radius I-beam girder shock and awe space-time metric mango chutney Kevlar lining vacuum tube system error motor neuron self-assembling nanobots packet router upload vector comms-link failure halting state zero tolerance liquid crystal aspect ratio feedback loop matrix management mission statement lethal voltage chip and PIN space-time metric mango chutney Kevlar lining vacuum tube system error motor neuron self-assembling nanobots packet router upload vector comms-link failure halting state
4.
Fronds and starfish calf-bird of metal and wire fronds and eye beams of metal and a calf’s head of hair cast the load down in front it might open there Moist on the beaches clouds of gold coin speak the wet language speak the wet language The pearl in the shell how it whirrs like a bearing lying with a bucket on your head reclining sucking lisping the lolly mountain [Chorus] So so so sibilant sweet filling down the golden twist so pink the sweet light the same in as out and baby in his heaven glue baby in his heaven glue [Chorus]
5.
Dummyface 01:11
If you really want to see the dummyface come with me in the light light cave it’s gonna have nose, mouth, eyes come and see the dummyface
6.
Caught since far exact special sit north find end small should clear colour river During their fit during is one wrote wave do leave next world travel turn Air grow where never more room care consider found distant question coast
7.
All the stuff I want all the money I want all the love I want but I don’t got all the sex I want all the passion I want all the feeling I want but I don’t got all the food I want all the pudding I want all the lashings I want but I don’t got I want my new product chunk All the life I want all the self I want all the world I want but I don’t got all the glamour I want all the power I want all the glory I want but I don’t got all the brains I want all the knowledge I want all the sense I want but I don’t got I want my new product chunk All the story I want all the music I want all the cadence I want but I don’t got all the groove I want all the pulse I want all the current I want but I don’t got all the transports I want all the visions I want all the beauty I want but I don’t got I want my new product chunk All the light I want all the sweetness I want all the spirit I want but I don’t got all the lustre I want all the lather I want all the salve I want but I don’t got all the real I want all the essence I want all the being I want but I don’t got I want my new product chunk All the highs I want all the depths I want all the access I want but I don’t got all the truth I want all the secrets I want all the gnosis I want but I don’t got all the god I want all the demon I want all the heaven I want but I don’t got I want my new product chunk All the richness I want all the fullness I want all the thickness I want but I don’t got all the lightness I want all the smoothness I want all the softness I want but I don’t got all the isness I want all the suchness I want all the whatness I want but I don’t got I want my new product chunk
8.
I remember the day we went to visit the parliament we went there in the morning saw the sun in the atrium glass and aluminium people with a sense of purpose and every new day in that place felt like a brand new day I remember the night when we primed the devices we drank too much coffee and we laughed at our mistakes and early in the morning we went to the building and every new day in that place feels like a brand new day I remember a time when location mattered when the place and the moment were things to remember but now there’s no difference and there’s no memory and every new day in this place feels like a brand new day
9.
Seasong 04:54
For Geoff Rushton You’re a sailor little grey boat Big old waves shattered in the wake Leave these islands into the static blue depart Into the expanse your slim bark One day I will sail away
10.
Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end. What is there to be or do? What's become of me or you? Are we kind or are we true? Sitting two and two, boys, waiting for the end. Shall I build a tower, boys, knowing it will rend Crack upon the hour, boys, waiting for the end? Shall I pluck a flower, boys, shall I save or spend? All turns sour, boys, waiting for the end. Shall I send a wire, boys? Where is there to send? All are under fire, boys, waiting for the end. Shall I turn a sire, boys? Shall I choose a friend? The fat is in the pyre, boys, waiting for the end. Shall I make it clear, boys, for all to apprehend, Those that will not hear, boys, waiting for the end, Knowing it is near, boys, trying to pretend, Sitting in cold fear, boys, waiting for the end? Shall we send a cable, boys, accurately penned, Knowing we are able, boys, waiting for the end, Via the Tower of Babel, boys? Christ will not ascend. He's hiding in his stable, boys, waiting for the end. Shall we blow a bubble, boys, glittering to distend, Hiding from our trouble, boys, waiting for the end? When you build on rubble, boys, Nature will append Double and re-double, boys, waiting for the end. Shall we make a tale, boys, that things are sure to mend, Playing bluff and hale, boys, waiting for the end? It will be born stale, boys, stinking to offend, Dying ere it fail, boys, waiting for the end. Shall we go all wild, boys, waste and make them lend, Playing at the child, boys, waiting for the end? It has all been filed, boys, history has a trend, Each of us enisled, boys, waiting for the end. What was said by Marx, boys, what did he perpend? No good being sparks, boys, waiting for the end. Treason of the clerks, boys, curtains that descend, Lights becoming darks, boys, waiting for the end. Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end. Not a chance of blend, boys, things have got to tend. Think of those who vend, boys, think of how we wend, Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end. ‘Waiting for the End’ (‘Just a Smack at Auden’) © Estate of William Empson, by kind permission of the Curtis Brown Group Limited.

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released December 13, 2015

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Cultural Amnesia UK

Part of the post-punk/industrial tape scene of the 70s and 80s, Cultural Amnesia released three cassette albums and, since the late 90s, have begun recording once again.

All digitally available music can be found here. Biographical information is at the band’s website.
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