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In Adelaide
01:57
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Lemon
02:17
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Lila Rose
02:33
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Baronjo
02:28
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Indigo
02:31
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Frank
02:50
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Frank
my father’s house
was lined with crisp linen
dried flowers
pressed in springtime
and sunshine on
an acre and a 1/4
of flatland
citing wide scarletfire sunsets in vibrant summer
and porthole laneview windows
focussed on fruittree horizons.
straw and carrot lined roads curling
horse dung fed round a village hall
with empty choirs in earblast absence..
the bells of sunday drowned
with the crumbled cliff’s clergy
of neighbouring coastline cast to the swallowing void
where saltwinds scour the memories
and a hallway of collector's relics lights candles for
the propogators of fading worlds.
A past's walnut tree aimed at the afternoon sun dangled a rope
Where lizards could climb to heaven.
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Nick Pynn Brighton, UK
Nick Pynn performs original compositions on violin, mandocello, steel-string guitar, lap dulcimer, theremin, 5-string banjo and wine glasses, whilst live-looping and bass-pedalling with his feet. He has also performed with many diverse artists- Arthur Brown, Steve Harley, Kate Daisy Grant, Mike Heron, Beverley Martyn, B*Witched, Rich Hall, Stewart Lee, Boothby Graffoe & Omid Djalili. ... more
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