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The Bondy​´​s are Dead p1 (including Lost For words Pt 2 and MicroWave remix)

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Lost For Words Pt 2

A word could be silent.

A word could make a noise, like a ghost.

There it is. There it isn’t.

It’s true! It’s the truth!

It’s all made up, it’s a lie.

You believe it, you don’t believe it–

It exists, it does not exist.







To write the perfect sentence,

you need to understand how these noisy, speechless ghosts haunt the mind and pollute reality, making it what it is:

Tremendous trouble–a crazy hash.

A mass of illusions and transparent surfaces… and provisional certainties,



And exploded schemes

and cagey personalities

and monstrous visions,



and idle talk

and exotic disintegrations

and charming things

And sleazy genius

and social conjunctions

and obscene gestures,



and helpless love,



and implausible incidents

and sinister ambiguities

and shattered windows

and extended anecdotes,



and nonplussed vulgarities,

and subtle enslavements,

and strong opinions

and absurd remarks in newspaper scandals,



and giddy menace,

and grand, booming nonsense

and mad, gloomy farce

and indescribable events.







It might begin like this:



“What do you want? Stop where you are, you’re positively dripping.”



When the room is silent,

the daylight almost gone,

the rain it never stops.



It’s the devils rain.



And I shall go on talking in a low voice,

while the sea sounds in the distance

and overhead, the great black flood of wind

polishes the bright stars.







A word brings with it all of time,

and all the times it’s been used,

and all the times it will be used.



A word is alive,

no matter how many times it’s been used,

no matter how mundanely

or roughly

or sublimely.



At the end of a journey,

at the onset of violence,

for no good reason.



Just to pass the day, to ask the way, to ask for nothing,

in particular.



To answer questions,

To say hello.



To say goodbye.



To remember things.

To forget things.



To get on your nerves,

to choose something from the shelf,

to make arrangements to meet,

to solve various mysteries,

to compose monthly reports on nothing

in particular.



To begin, perhaps,

a campaign to retake the universe.




Paul Morley

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released October 24, 2019
SurVector- Paul Morley

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