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Flies Pass Through The Lions Eye

by Frances Pylons

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1.
I wake to the sound Of the stones falling out From the bellies of fruits Shrivelled grey at the mouth And Albion’s shaking And the bones of the sow Will rattle and writhe Til the tremors give out Birds flee from the garden Wire caught in their wings There is something we’ve forgotten Tremors moving through string The sun has withdrawn From this putrid isle The flora has died Sliding off into slime The flies have all passed Through the eye of the lion And died on their sides Turned to slurry and iron Birds flee from the garden Wire caught in their wings There is something we’ve forgotten Tremors moving through string The beast’s skin is raw Fetid, orange and red Spilling filthy white smoke From the crown of its head And the little black flowers And the snowflakes are dead And all laid to rest in A well salted bed Birds flee from the garden Wire caught in their wings There is something we’ve forgotten Tremors moving through string Now Seedlings push through Sweet delicate babies The Red Man lifts his shoe Stamps them Out It’s 249 Piercing holes in the shroud Streaked with the blood From the pure puppy’s mouth This Land is Your Land is sounding too loud To hear all the bells pulled from deep underground Birds flee from the garden Wire caught in their wings There is something we’ve forgotten Tremors moving through string
2.
I have known a sadness profound buried these limbs in a hole in the ground sprung like a crow from this god awful sound and spilled over clutching at thee clacking jawbones caterwaul ceaselessly I have known a sadness profound caught like a mouse in a coil tightly wound strung like a flag over burial ground and shone from my eye projections of thee wind holograms snatched away on the breeze swallowing stones that have sunk softly down out through a membranous sole clawing the earth for a damp fallow trench the rainbow that fell through the hole I have known a sadness profound keened like a bear to the ragged staff bound locked in a waltz but I can't hear a sound fanged beings descending on me simulations from a blood-run machine
3.
snakeskin opens wide reveals the meat inside gushing blood divine uncoils the serpentine they are bleeding bright an endless foaming blight peridot divides to birth the serpentine a shining mass of viscera splayed along the ocean shore rat boy petrified spills poison from his eyes death cannot define or quell the serpentine up jacobs ladder high the rungs all running dry blood streams quietly by to wet the serpentine nick is human-sized she turns to gold and dies the snakes wrap round her thighs to form the serpentine
4.
Othering 09:52
There is something going on A veil-invoking Metatron over the palisade wall the maker shot a seed in me that's rooted fast through arteries I'm in its thrall There's a place that's parallel, a bug bit sheet I cannot tell from stars tied up in string The agony is stifling a poison-pronged formless thing Oh, Othering Dislocation I'd die to meld with anyone The Angel's up and gone I'd die to meld with anyone There's no torture greater than this this padded chest in which I'm fixed Oh, Othering I long to materialise a chasm-closing shining prize a claw, a paradise wing A membranous and delicate shell you may not reach and must not tell Oh, to split it with ease A great weight circled round my neck to bow these bones and drink this breath Oh, Othering Dislocation I'd die to meld with anyone The Angel's up and gone I'd die to meld with anyone Islands wearing mist Othering Here's a tongue to twist Othering
5.
Potency 10:57
My name is Percy Adam Lovell I am at work on the ship canal I rise at dawn to the ring of a bell and us Latchford boys for a long time have toiled The earth is black on the flat of my spade incisions cut through its wet body splayed and I can feel every sever I've made falling back through a lifetime of soil as I tear at a bedsheet of sod I feel my eyes grow bleary and hot and I dust grit from the glittering rod a fistful of emeralds and freshwater pearls I wrap it well in a rust soiled tarp I feel it rage through me in the bath it moves to mute my cavernous laugh and harden me with an unearthly glow now all the pain has flown from me I rob Gram Galt of his famed silver teeth I wear the town round my neck like a wreath The sceptre of potency There's a pressure in me wells a force the sceptre cannot expel it's in my ribs this suffering swells and I can't speak and I can't siphon off It has been, love, such a long while since all the lilacs withered and died and I feel froze as our lad softly cries fat and soft does he feed at your breast I feel the sceptre splitting from me and in our boy it has burrowed its teeth now in the glass of the emeralds I see a hundred men pinned to the tree in bloody agony the sceptre of potency Father please be still my synapses are firing such lightning through my skull has blackened all my wiring Did we just fossilise? Crusting? Gone before our time? It's becoming clear this ward you won't be leaving the rod across my lap will sap the balm of grieving I want to feel my nerves spark This cursed crab shell's gone dark The sceptre of potency snaps with a screech

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Flies Pass Through The Lions Eye is the debut full-length studio album by Bristol-based weird folk project Frances Pylons. Work began on the record shortly after the release of 2019's 'Haemorrhaging Light' and was stalled several times by circumstances created by the coronavirus pandemic.

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released September 9, 2022

Kieran Haynes - Musical Saw
Cally Gibson - Viola/Violin
Olive Haigh - Autoharp/Vocals/Piano
Eli Carvajal - Percussion/Vocals
Louis Cherniavsky - Bass/Piano
George Thornton - Electric Guitar
Amy Cox - Stylophone
C F Sherratt - Vocals/Nylon Stringed Guitar

Recorded and produced by George Thornton

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