Dunkirk

by Acrid Fluff

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Eleni Makka. Vocals, guitar
Emma Peel. Bass, drums
All songs recorded in Athens, Greece 2012-2013 @ Olgas Washing Machine
Production, Editing and Mixing engineered by Emma Peel
Mastering engineered by Giannis Christodoulatos at Sweet Spot Studio

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released February 3, 2014

Satchel Forrester. Guitar, backing vocals on “Something to Say” and “Knife”. Lyrics written by Eleni, Satchel, A.A Milne and Sarah Anne Cox

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Track Name: Solitude
Solitude by A.A Milne
Track Name: Pussy Riot
My mother used to say
I will not calm down
rinsing the roots of a coconut palm
here, frost devices the pine needles
and snowflakes
are just unrelenting
a case of conviction
sewing camp
red vestigial machines
line in
sewn in mouths
not even
centuries of appeal
to the painted lady
not even
smudged glass
hot breath whispered
etched in silver
the court room box
can escape iconography
Track Name: Something to Say
can't find
something to say


is it better to remain silent?

can't find
something to say
can't find
something to say

Filling the air with superfluous sound
and its never enough
there's no loud enough sound
to break
silence
Track Name: Του Ψηλού
το βράδυ θα σε ονειρευτώ πάλι
πάλι ξυπνάω με πόνο στο κεφάλι
ζάλη
ζάλη, γιατί δε μου φτάνεις
σαν εικόνα νοητή

κι ας μη μου φτανε αυτό
παντού φώτα νέον
δείχνουν προς την καταστροφή
κι ολο ακούω πως δεν υπάρχει λύση
θέλω να νοιαστώ μα σκέφτομαι πως μου λείπεις!

Μα το βράδυ...

'οταν αποκοιμηθώ θα δω
την υδρόγειο
να σπάει
και 'επειτα ακούω μια άρρωστη κραυγή
άδειος ο ουρανός
σκυφτός
μετράει
πόσους χωράει ο πλανήτης γη
Track Name: Dear Mary
My head is full of plans dear Mary
I cannot obey
they roam around my pituitary
to erase the present day

Rap me in sheets and covers
I wear no clothes
I wear no lovers
Rap me in a wet cloth
I am so tired
I am so lost

I'm in no present, I'm in no past
please let me sleep
for then at last
all that is left
is a tiny head

a tiny head in a velvet womb
a tiny head with a face like the moon
and I'm getting smaller and smaller
to a gentle tune....