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poetry/spoken work tracks

updated mixes for 2011

old sarge acknowledges the authorised and unauthorised use of third party audio and/or samples in these sound recordings, see individual tracks for details

old sarge acknowledges the intellectual property rights and original copyright of the artists and parties involved in creating the audio and/or samples he has used in these sound recordings

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copyright © 2011 the original artist(s), brian thomson an erratic monkey production

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released November 1, 2009

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Track Name: all night long (vocal)
these sheets are sticky and crumpled
from where you’ve been hanging on
fingers and tongues have conjured poetry
your mind has whipped up a storm
head to toe and head over heels
it’s been so...so fucking long
I’m tired but I’m not lazy
I want you so completely

all night long...

these sheets are sticky and crumpled
from where you’ve been hanging on
fingers and tongues have conjured poetry
your mind has whipped up a storm
head to toe and heels over head
it’s been so...so fucking long
I’ve missed everything about you
these tastes, these smells and those sounds

all night long...

I’d reorganise constellations for you
I would...and you know I could...
Track Name: all night long (xmas vocal)
these sheets are sticky and crumpled
from where you’ve been hanging on
fingers and tongues have conjured poetry
your mind has whipped up a storm
head to toe and head over heels
it’s been so...so fucking long
I’m tired but I’m not lazy
I want you so completely

all night long...

these sheets are sticky and crumpled
from where you’ve been hanging on
fingers and tongues have conjured poetry
your mind has whipped up a storm
head to toe and heels over head
it’s been so...so fucking long
I’ve missed everything about you
these tastes, these smells and those sounds

all night long...

I’d reorganise constellations for you
I would...and you know I could...
Track Name: four poems (revisited)
agnostics can be found
sat astride the transparent wall
that separates the punters
rolling naked in heaven’s clover
from the massed ranks of atheists
who are naturally surprised
but know their place
their necks are craned
as they file past the gates
enquiring gazes are met
with friendly shouts and waves
acquaintances are recognised
eyebrows are raised
and quizzical half-smiles
are etched on each and every face

and I just shake my head
almost imperceptibly
and move on with the rest



these feelings
are like
icicles solar
just melting
inconsequential moisture
telepathically coupled
unconsummated flesh
yielding to
imagined temptations
not permitted
also uninvented
nonetheless enticing
deluded contemplations
yes when
attention received
naked imagination
goes unchecked



such a deviant
one look corrupts
the rising sun

curdles breast milk
with the flick
of a tongue

vomit inducing philosophy
pisses in the
face of decency

open your mouth
utter verbal excrement
flows out incessantly

a little harsh
perhaps you know
who you are

when the revolution
comes you’re first
against the wall

I’ve arranged and
polished these bullets
especially for you

don’t I right
the wrongs now
write the rules?

surprised I find
myself up against
the wall too



as we changed the sheets today
I found my lost libido
in the dust that gathers in clumps
under the bed
quivering next to an errant sock
they huddled together for a little warmth
I’d previously reported it awol, astray
missing presumed dead
(I’ve heard it said and I’ve read
that's how the solar system formed,
you know - gas, dust, odd socks
and lost libido)
Track Name: and I just shake my head/howbadsoonbabyislivenow
agnostics can be found
sat astride the transparent wall
that separates the punters
rolling naked in heaven’s clover
from the massed ranks of atheists
who are naturally surprised
but know their place
their necks are craned
as they file past the gates
enquiring gazes are met
with friendly shouts and waves
acquaintances are recognised
eyebrows are raised
and quizzical half-smiles
are etched on each and every face

and I just shake my head
almost imperceptibly
and move on with the rest
Track Name: the os remix project - icicles in sunshine/editors 'bullets' (os feedback chorus)
these feelings
are like
icicles solar
just melting
inconsequential moisture
telepathically coupled
unconsummated flesh
yielding to
imagined temptations
not permitted
also uninvented
nonetheless enticing
deluded contemplations
yes when
attention received
naked imagination
goes unchecked
Track Name: such a deviant/all night long
such a deviant
one look corrupts
the rising sun

curdles breast milk
with the flick
of a tongue

vomit inducing philosophy
pisses in the
face of decency

open your mouth
utter verbal excrement
flows out incessantly

a little harsh
perhaps you know
who you are

when the revolution
comes you’re first
against the wall

I’ve arranged and
polished these bullets
especially for you

don’t I right
the wrongs now
write the rules?

surprised I find
myself up against
the wall too
Track Name: the dust that gathers in clumps/musique pour un film francais
as we changed the sheets today
I found my lost libido
in the dust that gathers in clumps
under the bed
quivering next to an errant sock
they huddled together for a little warmth
I’d previously reported it awol, astray
missing presumed dead
(I’ve heard it said and I’ve read
that's how the solar system formed,
you know - gas, dust, odd socks
and lost libido)