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Almost Daily – 4/2/07

February 4, 2007

V2 – onemillionjones

History’s coming down.
On the burned-out detritus of a north London town.
There’s no flies on you or me,
And a cold snap has cleared out these once busy streets.
There’s the bells.

Snow fall is coming down.
If it melts than at this rate we’ll damn nearly drown.
It’s gone midnight here,
And I’m frozen and crazy and moved close to tears.
I’m coming down.

Stereos trickle sound,
Of a plane downed near Jersey as ghosts whirl around.
The air-raid wails loud and clear,
While the bumblebee thrum of the enemy nears.

Let ’em come.

© Matthew Sheret – 2007

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So, still on a post-Arcade Fire high to be honest. So inspirational. The acoustics of the venue were not ideal, but just seeing what the ten of them were capable of was awesome. Very much enjoyed Ellie’s surpise 21st dinner last night, sad to leave early though. This afternoon I review MIKA’s album (it’s saccharine pop, that’s as much as I’ve got so far), Wolf and Cub and a few words on Arcade Fire. Oh, and I’ll be sorting my presentation for La Jetee, which you really should watch if you haven’t before.

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Almost Daily – 14/1/07

January 14, 2007

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Household memories – onemillionjones

Another day another grey night.
We were one until the dark became light.
There were lanterns streaming into the sky.
And no parents left to tell us both why.

We’re calling all the stations to home.
The ushers and the penitient known.
Yes we’re calling all the stations to home.
We’re calling all the stations to!

Columbia was shot without sound.
Caught watching while the world went to ground.
There were flames in clouds that hung over town.
While your fingers loose the neck of your gown.
I’ve memories of a household unknown.
And a scipt that’s etched in deep of my bone.
And I’m calling all the stations to home.
I’m calling all the stations to!

Another day another grey night.
We were one until the dark became light.
There were lanterns streaming into the sky.
And no parents left to tell us both why.
We’re calling all the stations to home.
The ushers and the penitient known.
Yes we’re calling all the stations to home.
We’re calling all the stations to!

© Matthew Sheret – 2007

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Weird few days. Including vomiting, genuine pain, a vision of Damon Albarn and a lot of work. Amongst other things. Next week Uni kicks in properly, I’m heading to the Frank Turner launch party and yet more work. Brilliant. Also, some actual proper news, if I can get it right, and some reviews.