darren francis

Track 8 of Future Ghosts. 

 

 

london my lovesong

that ever sings itself

 

what are my needs?

 

laptop

sketch pad

wheat field

she curve

 

nothing else a fret for

 

plastic howl of

grave-bright stars

twin trees carve

their velveteen

 

gimme stub and soil

peroxide time

your chic

eighteen hole shriek

 

The music for this is taken from the unreleased Shamania-era Logos track[ / ] (yes, that was the title). It hasn't been released anywhere else in any form, though did appear on the Logos myspace player (and…

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Track seven of Future Ghosts.

 

 

swept by

fingers sing

my should have been

 

her taut

her stray

her season

 

what wilds her

that's where

i want to be

 

bind moon

sine swift

feral light

 

where was she

when i was

for sale?

 

-

 

that page

that tinct

that nudge me to

 

where's what i know

wide between

nine and what i do

 

-

 

come into

my breath

my name

 

my no

my lieu

my lungs

 

piscis-perfect

grade my light

field my occult vision

 

The music here draws on the Shamania track Tesseract [deepblue2519…

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Track six from Future Ghosts. 

 

 

night is collected in your room

you breathe its rhythm

 

dead lots

moonsong

 

taste

of your lips

 

these memories

are no longer mine

 

-

 

you window-watch

out there;

trees

brick

lawn

 

so still

 

suburbia foxed

under streetlight

car beams

you blade-dig

for welcome blood

 

-

 

your skin tastes of tears

of could have been

of a life lived

in the passenger seat

 

-

 

when the cosmic joker

fucks with you

he never fails to do so

with style and a sense of irony

 

-

 

you…

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My text God, Love, Money & Other Snares has been published at Bougainvillea Road Lit Mag. Read it here. 

 

You can also hear me reading this text, with music, here.

 

 

Currently reading: The Rise Of Islamic State - Patrick Cockburn

Currently listening: Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon - Devendra Banhart

Track 5 of Future Ghosts.

 

 

she is 1995

a ribbon

a chime

a dust-cut mirror

silver-lined

as star-tips mine

my glass

in berlin time

 

This was written 25 April 2014, and posted on my Twitter feed that day. Musically, the primary source is the Logos track Hyopgirl from Shamania, though the coda is adopted from the unreleased Logos track Deep Time. I have little desire to elaborate on or clarify either text or title, though part of the title at least will be familiar to readers of Philip K Dick, in…

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Track 4 of Future Ghosts. 

 

 

day to day

hour to hour

second second

all i do is circus

 

-

 

in my suffering

who is the sufferer?

 

it happens to me

it afflicts me

 

but i am stood aside;

i look on;

 

where am i

in that?

 

-

 

i want to phone my employer

say 'i can't come in today.

why? don't you realise

this world is a

surreal ontological joke?

a puppet show?'

 

-

 

i move so quickly

from one assumed persona

to the next

i forget

who i was

underneath it all

 

-

 

i play this role

of being real

belong

of…

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The third of my track-by-track looks at Future Ghosts. I'll try to post these more frequently, if only to get them all done before my next album - currently in progress - is finished and released. 

 sometimes feel as if i passed out

drunk at century's turn; woke up

to be told through hungover glaze

by a laughing puppet that it's 2015

 

that sudden flick of a switch;

one moment 2000 light years from home

the next pressed against

the wall of a club

 

beer-sodden and cigarette-rolling

and the universe’s…

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The second of my track-by-track looks at Future Ghosts

 

 

another twilight

put through the human thresher

 

wine

laughter

 

the peaked meat

of matter

 

how many remain?

how much longer?

 

night pushes open the door

leers and sharpens knives

 

we run from sight

across london fields

 

you're holding your own hand

not mine

 

i down beer

at the speed of starlight

 

sirens but there's ever sirens

epiphanies but there's ever epiphanies

 

 

Musically, this draws on the Logos tracks Anhedoniac and [#], which…

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While I finish off other projects (both textual and audio) I thought it would be interesting to post a track-by-track look at my last album, Future Ghosts. Here's the first, The Side-Effects Of October.

 

 

the alchemy of skin and broken glass

the soft satisfaction of rain on face

 

husk moon

stray stars

 

content in

their own debris

 

scars so deep

they touch the bone

 

turning leaves

rain-slick streets

 

wood smoke

the side effects of october

 

Followers of Logos may recognise the title of this track…

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My spoken word-with-music album Future Ghosts is now available for download, and has its own dedicated page on this website here.

 

 

 

Currently reading: Britannia BC - Francis Pryor

Currently listening: Near Earth Orbit - Near Earth Orbit