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DEATHLINE TEXT REMIX

In the true spirit of a festival of words, DEATHLINE remix their own lyrics - using the technique of semiautomatic writing, no less!

"We're doing a lot of writing and recording at the moment. We're also doing a series of remixes with various cool dance music people and are excited by the cutpaste / mashups that are making our stuff sound different to how we could ever have imagined it.

And so in that spirit, this article is a text remix if you like.

Inspired by the Burroughs / Gysin cut up technique of semiautomatic wriiting, which we use to write lyrics anyway, we ran an experiment using the excellent Lazarus Corporation text mixing desk (http://www.lazaruscorporation.co.uk/v4/cutup/) and lyrics from five of our songs to generate this piece of writing, "Follow" which is our performance at Guestival 2008.

Jennie and Kaoru

Follow.

Let's go.

The highway lights are blinding.
The angles...
There's too much light.

The traffic of words.
The words.
The words.
We're going down together,
We're connections in the underground,
Playing hide and seek with the central line.

(Walking his nine dogs,
The grey man's gonna fall forever.)

You couldn't see the silver light, my bitter friend?
The drink, gimme a drink or a cigarette.
Spent words...
With your hand over me baby, let's go!

"Hey you, is there any end in crime?"

Moon's heart has melted the pen
Again.
No, it wasn't the pen-
You've got me in a headlock full, full of ink,
Dark blue oily ink.

I cannot see,
I'm a labrador not a poodle.
Not a labradoodle
Not a poodle
Not a sound
Fucking genius
Gimme a drink, gimme me.
Baby let's go.

(There, his shadow!)
The pen.
The underground.

Let's go.

My charity lights the sky,
The highway's darkest night sky.

The highway gun,
The central line,
An endless fight,
An end in sight.

The feverfew.
The grey man stays in the interview room
Telling.
Staying on the move.

Gravity's pull will bring out the words.

The silver light, the bitter lights are blinding.

I can't see, I cannot see, I cannot see, without a cigarette,

Gonna fall forever,
We're cruising down...

1 is 2
1 is 2

Wrote this song in my mouth-

I'm going under my skin.
My skin.
My.
M.	

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