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The Dead Scene Poems

by ODAS

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    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    The physical 20 track double album. This is the only way to properly and fully experience the project. It contains:

    - Two 12" vinyl with 78 minutes of music.
    - A 40 page in-universe Zine called "Collected Ephemera Burning"
    - All manner of hidden / additional materials relating to the concept of the project, including bespoke postcards, letters and other ephemera.
    - Hidden links to other work, including a live album and a digital copy of the 30,000 word novella "The Red Sea Poems", expanding the world of the album.

    If pre-ordered, also includes free entry to the launch show at The Art House, Wakefield on July 30th 2022.

    Full tracklisting:

    Awash
    Dead Scene Poems
    Are You Awake?
    One Road out
    Stories From The Blackhole
    Clean Stories For Clean People
    A Theory Of Everything
    All The Mirrors Are Broken
    Vox Populi
    Music For No One

    Asunder
    The Long Dark
    Art Won't Save You Now
    I Am Destroyed
    The Letter Was Left On the Windowsill
    Fanzine Years
    Dead Scene Transmissions
    15:10
    Listen
    It All Ends At Inglewood

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  • Book/Magazine

    A physical 40 page Zine collecting the lyrics / poems that of The Dead Scene Poems album.

    Within the DSP story, this was compiled in 1997 by Clara Yorke, and was the third issue of the zine, which ultimately ran until 2006. The zine includes annotations from various owners over the years and scans / photographs collated by Clara. Includes download of the 10 track version of the album.
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  • Book/Magazine

    A novella* based upon and expanding the story of The Dead Scene Poems. Originally written in 1995 by Aimee Harlow, who subsequently disappeared before it was able to be released, this version comes with a preface detailing the story of it's eventual appearance in 2022.

    Includes a download of the 10 track version of the album.

    *176 pages / 36,000 words
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1.
Some coastal town. The rain raged lonely. House clearance call. The walls wind worn. Forgotten inside the loft. Among the dust I find the box. There’s a chill in the air now. A low gasp as they’re revealed. A hundred antique songs. On magnetic tapes of pretension. “Stories From The Blackhole” and titles worn indistinct. Memories lost in time and cheap ink. There in the chords the notes and the verse; those dead scene transmissions of which this is the first.
2.
a story for the ages, at the centre of our lives. Where fear is the residue of change, it's an honour to be present as something dies. (There’s no sunlight in our skies) We’ll write only of our salad days or some sad inversion that wilts and greys. And I won’t defend where I’ve come from. I can’t change what I’ve become. I was a dead man walking, I was the black ash in your eyes. But on the wrong side of the glass reflection is the mother of compromise. (There’s no sunlight in our skies) I’m lost inside clean stories for clean people. Tonight we write futurism from the brink of extinction. It sings and sinks, ascends and blinks; some social amnesia, some unspoken lament lingers again, repents again, forgets again, repents again, forgets again, repents and then; the doorways open. clean stories for clean people. I’m lost inside futurism from the brink of extinction. (The abyss gazes back at you)
3.
How’d we get out alive? We swam into that dying light. And dreamt under the same stars. Amidst haunted shipwrecks and burials at sea. From the sinking Temeraire the Sirens sang softly, sang softly of loss and hope. I wonder how it felt to be there. Down the Malecon, climbing Koyosan. Passes through me like a caffeine rush. Just a whisper in the face of a storm. All this music for no one. I used up all my time and gave up all my heart. For this. And in the dark times will there be singing of the dark times? And in the dark times we’ll be there singing songs for no-one, sung to no-one.
4.
Vox Populi 03:49
He came to me in a fever dream. Knee deep in a blood red stream, calling forth the flash flood to be the baptism that’ll free us finally from our prison. We will be the shadow. We will be the shadow. He said he saw it all in the purest vision. A British Boxer Rebellion, a modern Vietnam. The right consultant and a painted face will win you the arms race. We will be exceptional, holy and rational. So I took it upon myself - I formed this little gang - and by the spring we’d taken Hull, Barnsley and Rotherham. The irony of an impotent rage starting fires in another man’s name became a Chinese finger trap; a lighthouse painted black. And what we needed was a plan. What we wanted was a prophecy. What we got was an execution. A beautiful and brutal execution. And all will be exceptional, honest and logical. There’s nothing to see and no-one to see it. There’s nothing to see and no-one left to see it.
5.
At some intersection Between the myth of Sisyphus And the galileo space probe I just want to find home I just want to find my destination Truth hurts And becomes blurred over time I can write A thousand words But I had it all there in the first verse This rain rages lonely This rain rages lonely This rain rages lonely This rain rages lonely This rain rages lonely This rain rages lonely If only It would end
6.
I was born as the clocks struck thirteen In the shadow of the monitoring station In between the could have been and the never was Never closer to heaven, never further from God A spirit crushed to diamond brightness With the dignity of a beaten dog In some foreign forgotten slum I was born in walls But I build more Inside each other To house the inertia These are the bad times Turned into punchlines Before your very eyes The speed of thought slows And I catch my breath But progress is relentless Dial in cliches about Circles and time and decline I’m just kicking cans in the backstreets of my mind The pace at which I’m thinking Is like the flicking of channels With the clarity of a single clap In a laughter track No one is winning No one is well In the distance a bones snaps A last gasp The tear gas Your never grasped The siren sound It’s all around So mime your mantra “It’ll pass” Are you awake? Which one of us is dreaming the other? Please let it be you How we regress To the unknown The hell of loneliness The bliss of being alone Are you awake? Which one of us is dreaming the other? Please let it be you We’re crawling Into this Lit furnace Hand in hand my love
7.
One Road Out 04:37
They’re pulling bodies out of the fire The stained glass smashed The steeple a smouldering pyre We gaze across the rat maze lanes And the flickering rooftops of the estate The amber claws a new dawn from the skyline The dishes and transmitters beam the world’s woes in real time From here it’s so clear There’s no trace of a doubt This place has only one road in And road out We walk down to the red clay lake Firefly ashes pass as we wait for the day to break This is the film between the takes This is the text that didn’t make the page The bits that they throw away Our dogs lap the water and we realise We haven’t spoken in days From here it’s so clear There’s no trace of a doubt This place has only one road in And road out “It’s the saddest song I’ve ever heard” Said your boyfriend when we asked And it was Walkaway by Cast That’s how I knew it wouldn’t last
8.
Assorted Flotsam Shadows of violence and passion It’s always Autumn Always leaving without saying goodbye In the attics the cellars And the best man speeches It’s the sound of the world turning Irrelevant ephemera burning All lines lead to here Our empty empire Of trash and trivia Out of touch and out of time Waiting for the calm an ending brings Where once there were rope swings Is the tension here too real to mention? The pause before you answer destroys the question You were yours and I was mine You were yours and I was mine In the words And the flames The ache And the dust I am destroyed As I think of us Such wonder and joy I am destroyed I am destroyed In the words And the flames The days And the dust I am destroyed I think of us I am destroyed
9.
Listen 07:24
The final line shall be An ending's never empty Welcome to the future Of last year's revenge fantasy We are all ghosts Spectres 'cross this city I find myself in opaque shadows Last chapter of this journey The letter was left on the window cill "Half a disaster waits for you On the farside of that hill" Others whispered words become a tear become the truth When all I ever wanted was to be here with you I burned my own books to keep the fire bright And stood in dumb wonder at this infinite decline There's a noise in my head, it's just white noise in my head. There's a noise in my head, it's just white noise in my head. Pointless words, fruitless actions. Pointless words, fruitless actions. I'd be a national trust park ranger Six months missing in action The driest summer in a century Firewatch by candlelight From sanity's vantage point In that other life In sight of Yorkshire Recite the poems of my youth to pass the time I feel the future like a killer feels the past I promise my heart was always here, But my mind, tied in knots, was elsewhere So I go walking I see the distant radar station Time for one last shot At mass communication I clasp my chest Too long in the belly of the beast Like the watchmaker observes The five digits of a nine I’ve done my time I know it’s a war on dust How many chords before the choking truth reveals itself to you ? I feel the end is coming But please don't skip ahead An ending's never empty Listen: there's a noise in your head There’s a noise in my head, there’s just white noise in my head There’s a noise in my head, there’s just white noise in my head
10.
Let the tape spool spill Let the truth spill full If we don’t do it no-one will Speak to me today To do and to be lists Exist and be proud It’s now In the inkpot’s scent Pressed lonely keys On holy sacrament Refute that refuge status Island nation Don’t complicate us Consistency Is not your friend We’re all friends here I wonder less now Who we ever were I thought this all would be The great puzzle of me Consistency Is my last refuge Farewell to those hungry days We were here These were our fanzine years Before it all fades to black Take me back The revolution devours it children Take me back before It all turns to black

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The Dead Scene Poems is a double album released by ODAS in 2022, supported by an assortment of additional materials and multimedia projects.

It is available in the following formats:

- Double Vinyl Edition: The full project, including 2 x 12" vinyl with 20 tracks, a copy of "Collected Ephemera Burning" (40 page zine with lyrics and images), a PDF version of the accompanying novella The Red Sea Poems, and a multitude of bonus and hidden materials within the artwork.

- The "Collected Ephemera Burning" zine edition, which is the physical zine and comes with a download code for the shortened ten track version of the album.

- The Red Sea Poems version, which is the novella and comes within a download version of the ten track version of the album.

- A simple download of the ten track version of the album from here, on Bandcamp.

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released July 30, 2022

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