54 (38) In Remote Part/Scottish Fiction - Idlewild

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(The Remote Part, 2002)

"And even if the breath between us smells of alcohol
We called it confusion in the best way possible"

A song followed by a poem. Here's the poem:
It isn't in the mirror, it isn't on the page
It's a red hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls of dark imagination
Finding no equation
There's a red road rage,
But it's not road rage
It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge

Scottish friction, Scottish friction

It isn't in the castle, it isn't in the mist
It's a calling of the waters as they break to show
The new black death with reactors aglow
Do you think your security will keep you in purity
You will not shake us off
Above or below

Scottish friction, Scottish friction