Bacup / Knaresborough

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Bacup / Knaresborough

In this land of perpetual, rosettes and ritual,
Rosy cheeks of the children, and a broken bingo hall.
Seven dances in disguise,
Affordable websites.
“Can you hear me?”
A cupped hand to the ear on an Easter Saturday,
Helium hearts and painted eggs, kicked in the head.
Soft targets for the group amid the floral hoops,
Reaching out towards the rainfall,

Down on the cottage small,
Always, beside a field of grain.
Hounds try to catch the hare again,
It cannot move forward.

Helping local animals,
Wild animals.
Stealing lead from the rooftops.
Steamed pudding and black ribbon.
Bells and horseshoes keep the rhythm.
Take me to Elgin Street,
No longer the shortest way to
Red, white and blue garlands.

Nutters stamp out circles in the decay,
Wave fingers in faces.
Whilst South Pennine open moors moon down on pallid makeup.
Mother’s jokes in the dark about hooded sons in the park,
Hanging around for the rainfall.

Helping local animals,
Double daffodils.
Teenage strollers and retirement homes.
Steamed pudding and black ribbon.
Bells and horseshoes keep the rhythm.
Take me through the community furniture
To the red, white and blue garlands.

Looking down Kershaw Street,
A fire toppled the windows out whilst the roof tumbled down inside.

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from CLAPPER IS STILL, released November 11, 2013

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Way Through London, UK

WAY THROUGH are Claire Titley and Christopher Tipton, a pastoral punk duo originally from Shropshire, now residing in London. Informed by the field as much as the flyover, Way Through write songs which phase out with guitar, tapes, damaged drums and vocals. Using wrong-footed repetition, rapid interplay and free-looping happenstance the band create a ragged yet intuitive tapestry of sound. ... more

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