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Exile in Pale Hands

by Peter Flesch

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Peter Warren This new song-based genre-spanning album from underrated outsider Peter Flesch channels implicit influences as diverse as David Bowie, Sisters of Mercy, Killing Joke, New Order, Jean-Michel Jarre, Brian Eno and Simple Minds… but without being copyist. It's just a dead enjoyable, accomplished ’80s-tinged mix of rock and electronics that deserves a wider audience — give it a whirl. Favorite track: Return to the Land of Our Death.
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Signs 03:40
Wonder where that sign is from? Wonderful; one fast song, Sung, and then it's gone. Who are you when the door's closed? The inner youth Whose time was broken, Can't grow old. Counting backwards As the cells collide. Time getting younger, Skin getting younger, A hundred emotions, Life re-opened. All the talk once written down, Unwritten into sound, And floods of colour, Breach the years we dammed. Wonder where that sign is from? Wonderful; one fast song, Sung, and then it's gone. Who are you when the door's closed? Sudden truth in times unspoken, Lines unfold. Sung, and then it's gone...
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Narcissus 04:03
The image in the mirror That says, 'Come hither', With a picture in the attic And an eye on the phone. Are you a hunter, a gatherer Or just an intellectual? Licking at the saucer, Or chewing on a bone? In an unmade face The ending of the human race, A study in shame, Another night without fame, And it's dry inside But on the outside really lashing, And it's spraying up dyed In the locks, in the cells. To the point of saturation, For the need of every craving, And it's hollow So it echoes off the walls of DNA. I said I'd read the book, Only looked at the pictures Then I followed but I found you Only looking at yourself. To the point of saturation... For the need of every craving...
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Back here again, They're building with science But the people are different And they stutter and shake. We told you so, While you were watching the clouds move Across the stained windows. Land of our death, Land our rebirth. Land of our death, Land our rebirth. Vanishing pictures In a permanent frame Echoes of echoes Still affecting though faint. These were my clothes, Those were my eyes. I was breathless in fear, Tied up in circumstance, Blind to the signs, And bound to the times, Now I'm here again, And this time, I think I remember. Land of our death Land our rebirth Land of our death Land our rebirth. Come back kings, And leave with everything. Come back kings, And leave with everything. Only to be sent back to the start again, And again, And again. Land of our death, Land our rebirth. Land of our death, Land our rebirth...
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The Tourist 05:16
Timeless motion. Can't stay for long. Form a shadow. Take a picture. Locked in its frame. To be found again. A fixed point in Time. Form a shadow and, Take a picture. Locked in its frame. Out and into role, Timeless motion. Can't stay for long. Angeli et Archangeli.
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Third Wake 03:56
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Black Tent 02:48
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Saints 05:02
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Wonder where that sign is from? Wonderful; one fast song, Sung, and then it's gone. Who are you when the door's closed? The inner youth Whose time was broken, Can't grow old. Counting backwards As the cells collide. Time getting younger, Skin getting younger, A hundred emotions, Life re-opened. All the talk once written down, Unwritten into sound, And floods of colour, Breach the years we dammed. Wonder where that sign is from? Wonderful; one fast song, Sung, and then it's gone. Who are you when the door's closed? Sudden truth in times unspoken, Lines unfold. Sung, and then it's gone...

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A journey through existential crisis, reincarnation, and time!

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released April 26, 2021

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Peter Flesch is an English multi-instrumentalist and producer whose music spans electronica, art-rock, progressive and ambient. He is biologically and psychologically identical to Paul Corcoran, a member of the UK progressive instrumental band, Feorm.

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