Ba'al
The Fine Line Between Heaven and Here

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• 1. Mother's Concrete Womb (12:56)
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  Seven hills cloaked in a veil of mist
  Dancing atomies fade into nothingness
  Ceasing to exist
  Ink bruised clouds meet a rot of smog
  Burst like blisters on the fingers of some scorched god
  Forming haze and inland rain
  A grey vista, a landscape turned portrait
  Bust of the earth draped in decay
  A hum of withering dismay
  
  Cat's eyes in the fog shimmer and light the way
  A disembodied grin haunts every step we take
  Metal structures stalk with girded limbs
  Stung by rain and hiss a monotone din
  
  Blessed be the children of mother's concrete womb
  Baptised in a font of rainbow spattered water
  Listless lovers dream in dew dazzled fields
  Awash with fumes and factory disease
  Tragic poets in possession of a broken quill
  Celephais repose
  Born ill yet beautiful
  ‘Tis a fine line ‘tween heaven and here
  The end of lustre and whimsy
  
  Close this book and look to the skies
  Where the stars are drowned by artificial light
  Childhood stories were but hollow tales
  Fantasy weaved inside of a veil
  And so the colour slowly slides from the eyes
  As a velveteen rabbit decays by the roadside
  Search the hills and woods for wonder
  Mourn innocence once so humble
  
  Though the heart it slowly breaks
  And the body is slaked in rain
  Steel structures are out standing on a hillside looming in
  With faces kissed by sparks
  Born from crucible fires
  In this blitz pocked chasm that we call home
  We found fables to inspire
  
  Dragged feet first through the birth canal
  Of some industrial god
  It’s children are blessed by the caustic rain
  Spat from a virulent sky
  The earth moves to reclaim and reanimate life
  Structures bound by roots
  This city is alive, and it moves, and it breathes
  Bilious smoke
• 2. Waxwork Gorgon (08:41)
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  An industrial tomb
  Workers to be interred within
  White marbles gaze
  From within a desert of soot
  Beneath a rusted sky
  Vermilion rot
  Drips from shrivelling clouds
  Infects red eyes
  Wets constantly shaking hands
  See these constantly trembling hands
  
  Knuckles scraped across brickwork
  The red, white and hanging skin
  Drawn tight to a clenched fist
  Dead men dream of life
  Smoke kissed lips and furrowed brows
  Concrete burns and shoulders slumped
  Faces only a mother could love
  The bodies are fixed
  Pre-mummified
  Sliding into their sarcophagi
  
  Can you hear my heart?
  As it beats much more slowly, gently
  Can you see my soul?
  As it breaks and escapes from my body
  Can you feel the wind?
  As it blows through my open ribcage
  Can you feel the glare?
  Of a waxwork gorgon that petrifies us
  
  Oh, we little statuettes
  Upon a battered chessboard
  Weeping angels
  Move when no-one’s watching
  
  Steady on there duck
  Tha’s got no influence ‘ere
  While thee might remain
  In a ghoulish museum of oddities
  Tha flakes of rusted iron are
  Replaced with stainless steel soul
  We ‘ave melted down the effigy
  And filled our wounds with wax
• 3. Floral Cairn (07:46)
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  These rivers are clogged with the dead
  That infect the waters
  And the trees are but makeshift gallows
  From which to swing
  
  Heavy hang the portraits of your much loved sons and daughters
  In reverence from which they can never falter
  
  Tell us tall tales of past generations
  Heroic and strong, shoulders broad
  Stiff upper lip and all of that
  Such candour won’t help your children
  
  So heavy hang the portraits of your much loved sons and daughters
  In reverence from which they can never falter
  Let us sing hymns of care professed in hindsight
  Bathe in the afterglow of a fire left unattended
  
  And those embers that were deigned to spread
  To dry cursed fields in which cancer was sown
  Met with fondness by those of darkening thoughts
  As though a traveller returning home
  For it is not the cliff edge but the desire to jump
  That stills the mortal mind with fear
  The rocks are well dashed with broken souls
  And the sea burns soothing crimson
  
  Familiar platitudes
  Saying all the right words
  The stench of flowers
  Born of rotten soil
  A garden of decay
  The fermenting heavens
  A brand new plaque
  Playgrounds grazed with chalk outlines
  
  In dreams lifeless marionettes dangle from the trees
  And mannequins are laid out and dressed in finest garb
  Faceless and without context
  The mealy mouths do chomp into decaying flesh
  Saliva breaking down the putrescence and spat into insignificance
  They think this virtue, they think this right to do
  But the silence before, the deafening silence
  A silence that bores deep into the soul and blackens once starlit eyes
  That feel and search for hope in a vacuum
  
  What remains but a floral cairn
  A totem to memories
  Shrivelled petals that drift in the wind
  A distant voice unheard
  
  The dry field has grown a garden of stones
  That reach towards heaven
  Plumes of ash dance into the sky
  Spread far and wide and then settle
  
  You’ll scrub your limbs of the chalky fallout
  But it will cling to us
  And the flowers marked for remembrance
  Will slowly wither and die
  As we forget once more
• 4. Well of Sorrows (11:03)
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  In the misty morning daze I came here to find you
  Rapidly darting eyes weave a picture from memory
  Of places we frequented now featureless and strange
  Silence to deafen a comforting din of conversation
  
  As though a ghost I re-enact the final movements
  A doomed actor resigned to this episode
  The trees are painted bowed in still life
  As I approach the well of sorrows
  
  It was placed here for all to see
  No architect, but pilgrims to its monument
  A dismal oubliette
  For those who wish to suffer unseen
  
  For it’s here I found you
  My ear sensitive to the faint sound of running water
  
  And I’ll descend
  And I’ll retrieve
  And I’ll light a candle
  
  How far that little candle throws his beams
  If only you could feel your warmth as others do
  
  So here we are in the muck and the waste and the wet
  Just lift your head and look at me
  Look at me with those shattered eyes that I remember
  And turn them up to the sky
  
  Listen to me, hear my words clearly
  I’ve been down here before and I know where to go
  Climb with me, find your footing
  Ascend from this place and make for the sun
  
  Make for the sun
  
  Climb we must to meet the life that we both long for and deserve
  All the years that we have left to fill with laughter and memories
  And moments of no significance save that of fine company
  I know for sure that we’ll look back on all of this when we are...
  
  Old and grey, having fought for better days
  With hearts full and scars faded away
  
  And I can see the light in your eyes
  Of dreams that are still to be realised
  
  Follow me to salvation
  Follow me to daylight
  
  At the mouth of the well, I extend my arm
  And urge you to..
  
  Take my hand
• 5. The Ocean That Fills a Wound (13:25)
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  Open Water
  Adrift in stillness
  The silent dance of charred feathers
  In haze and nausea
  The lights dimming
  A quiet death out of sight, out of mind
  Here lost in a din that vibrates within
  A skull that is home to stinging insects
  For they scratch and they hiss and they buzz like a fridge
  And fingers press upon closed eyelids
  In stillness, drifting
  The waters expanding
  Over flowing
  Distant clouds ignite with bright flashes
  
  And so to sink with the heaviest of hearts
  Anchored by failure, bound by regret
  The loneliness of the liquid abyss
  Drawn down by the lead weight of sorrow
  Into the darkest of darkened trenches
  This ocean that fills a wound
  
  Stare do eyeless figures
  Mariners drowned and tethered
  Suspended in deathless hallow
  
  This is a sickness of loneliness and heartbreak
  That slowly ferments the mind
  To right a ship in a bottle and survive seems futile
  
  Lungs filled with vomit, distended bellies, guts fully rotted
  Still, them drowned mariners
  Stare with their eyeless eyes
  In waterlogged gibbet
  Mummified in fetid brine
  
  Is thou named Rosencrantz?
  Is thou named Guildernstern?
  I should think it matters not
  When offstage thou presence forgot
  
  Oh, permit thee to dream
  Permit thee to see
  Permit thee to breathe
  On land and above this sea
  
  Thou shalt not be wreckage
  Thou shalt not be debris
  Thou shalt be a new species
  To emerge from this dark sea
• 6. Legasov (08:18)
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  The artist is painting a landscape that’s fading
  A tapestry to burn before the watchers eyes
  Bow to no applause, the curtain falls
  Naught of consequence
  Upon the pale blue dot
  We have always drifted in darkness
  
  Angels descend from a hole in the sky
  The kingdom of heaven was always a lie
  Feathered dead fall from pestilent clouds
  Into mired sickness and rot most profound
  Death comes to memories, history erased
  Cacophonous thoughts escape in a haze
  Stilled are the eyes that behold such a sight
  Blinded by a thousand pillars of light
  
  Godless void
  Vacuum of pitiful irrelevance
  Nihilist
  Augurs shriek tortured lamentations
  
  Searching for some deeper meaning
  An epiphany of some sort of cosmic justice
  Transience
  
  Blessed be sweet innocence
  As our children make angels in the fallout
  
  But as the buildings fall around us
  And the sky turns red with fire
  I gaze deep into your tearful eyes
  And you have never looked more beautiful
  For in this moment as we embrace
  All that matters is you and I
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