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PCAP [Single]

by Jack Cookson

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PCAP 05:01
Advertisements of paper and of pixel fight for my attention They’re hastening the decay of my long dead imagination I pinch the flesh on my palms & trace the lines on my arms As if I might find a flicker of good fortune But I know as much about my purpose here as a light left on in an empty room So excuse me while I use the facilities to amaze myself at some poor dickhead’s ability To hold a camera to himself, as if upon it depends his health I suppose it does if you want to make a living as an artist Deafness or blindness, I don’t know what to choose If that is what I’ve got to do to justify writing tunes I’m warming myself so aimlessly By the pale glow of my mobile phone’s screen Trying to find some poetry in my anxiety But "no rose of prose is blooming from the soil that begrimes my worried mind" - It says to me And if your body is a temple, mine's a church converted into a flat A man with a clawhammer fixation resides somewhere in my back And whoever’s in my head, they like to sit up all night in bed Screaming lines from books I’m told I should have read and they’ve got an extensive scratched CD collection Still warming myself so aimlessly By the pale glow of my mobile phone screen Trying to find some poetry in my anxiety Basking oh so gormlessly In the illusion of salvation that pecking words into PCAP gives to me Asking the birds “why do they sing?” Probably purely for the love of the music They don’t have to move to fucking London to do it But of course they can, far more easily than me And when I step into Paddington station they can shit all over me Step into paddington station, they can Still warming myself so aimlessly By the pale glow of my mobile phone screen
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Advertisements of paper and of pixel fight for my attention They’re hastening the decay of my long dead imagination I pinch the flesh on my palms & trace the lines on my arms As if I might find a flicker of good fortune But I know as much about my purpose here as a light left on in an empty room So excuse me while I use the facilities to amaze myself at some poor dickhead’s ability To hold a camera to himself, as if upon it depends his health I suppose it does if you want to make a living as an artist Deafness or blindness, I don’t know what to choose If that is what I’ve got to do to justify writing tunes I’m warming myself so aimlessly By the pale glow of my mobile phone’s screen Trying to find some poetry in my anxiety But "no rose of prose is blooming from the soil that begrimes my worried mind" - It says to me And if your body is a temple, mine's a church converted into a flat A man with a clawhammer fixation resides somewhere in my back And whoever’s in my head, they like to sit up all night in bed Screaming lines from books I’m told I should have read and they’ve got an extensive scratched CD collection Still warming myself so aimlessly By the pale glow of my mobile phone screen Trying to find some poetry in my anxiety Basking oh so gormlessly In the illusion of salvation that pecking words into PCAP gives to me Asking the birds “why do they sing?” Probably purely for the love of the music They don’t have to move to fucking London to do it But of course they can, far more easily than me And when I step into Paddington station they can shit all over me Step into paddington station, they can Still warming myself so aimlessly By the pale glow of my mobile phone screen

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released November 3, 2021

Track 1:

Written, performed & produced by Jack Cookson
Backing vocals by Rosie G - rosieg.bandcamp.com
Artwork by Stephanie Black - www.stephanieblack.co.uk
Mastered by Bob Cooper - www.bobcooperproducer.com

Track 2:

Written, performed, produced & mastered by Jack Cookson.

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Jack Cookson Bristol, UK

Singer-songwriter / Producer / BBC Radio 2 Folk Award Nominee

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