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PM Stammers
Hardcore
PM Stammers was released on February 5, 2020 by Rattle Music as a part of the album Ferocious
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Release DateFebruary 5, 2020
LabelRattle Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM127

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ferocious
Ferocious
Performer
William Direen
William Direen
Organ
Mark Williams
Mark Williams
Electric Guitar
Johannes Contag
Johannes Contag
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Direen
William Direen
Composer
Mark Williams
Mark Williams
Composer
Johannes Contag
Johannes Contag
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ferocious
Ferocious
Producer
Johannes Contag
Johannes Contag
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Beban
Daniel Beban
Recording Engineer
Carolyn van Hoeve
Carolyn van Hoeve
Graphic Design

Lyrics

A name and you’re already that
Before a face has time to form
before you’ve tasted foam
or bread
or held that tight inside your mind
hostage of a thing unsaid.
But freed while drivers sleep
by herds and wilder ones
who know the lake.
I am here where you are not
day by day answering the tide.
Thirst is our reward
for piercing hue with stuff of forms.
Help us to subsist
prepare us for worse.
And kiss me on the mouth
of our last kiss
to hold where once we held
and send up waking words
planted in me
to last
more than one night.
We nightly breathe
Antarctica
And wake
to find tomorrow swallowing us
and its ice shelf hollow.
Out there—It’s bloke upon bloke
bro provoke bro
Sisses dissing siss.
Prisoners tearing out throats in chains
as if all mock is true.
Ah yeah! we both know
the diff.
To suck the lemon
of all we’ve never seen
to feel our way towards
responses’
camouflaged in
invisible dances
The biggest seller
friend, doesn’t have to be terror.
Forgotten and forgetful age.
Full of disconsolate distressed
cadets
who envy others what they do not
have.
Your beggar
is before these sheafs, these
leaves,
our vane
is this rain
sheltering this temporary release
from news and waiting for letters
from those who they say are our
betters
Frozen as shape and sound
I round a quiet kerb—
Where there is no parade
only
a youth
who mimes a truth,
and finds it lies
between the thighs.
Hearts leap
hearts skip and hop.
Hearts stop.
Old Lazarus
Giving instructions for the shoot
in his funeral suit.
As an anvil sends up a spark.
The axle groans
and proceeds to pit
and the drummer does not pause
from wearing out the kit.
We work, we sweat,
we earn we get.
We fence the yard
Within a year
we were never here.
A name and you’re already that
Before a face has time to form
before you’ve tested foam
or bread
or held that tight inside your mind
hostage of a thing unsaid.
Written by: Johannes Contag, Mark Williams, William Direen
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