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Imogen Stirling

Imogen Stirling is a talented musical artist known for her captivating performances and poignant songwriting. Her music blends elements of folk, pop, and alternative genres, creating a unique and soulful sound. With her mesmerizing vocals and thought-provoking lyrics, Imogen Stirling has garnered acclaim for her heartfelt storytelling and emotive connection with her audience. Her music explores themes of love, loss, and self-discovery, resonating with listeners on a deep and personal level. Imogen Stirling's talent and genuine passion for music make her a rising star in the industry. more »

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He woke up and there was peace
Like a perfect vacuum
Horizontal in a room that smelt of space
That brought him grace
From usual daily mornings laced with friction
Her body tensed with frosted animosity
That he attempts to melt
With puns and coffee vapours
As they sit in breakfast table stalemate
Conversation long evaporated into disinterest
She is a heavenly statue, cold and impassive
The house hangs heavy on her word - but not today
This morning brought forgotten respite
Eased into the day with open heart and gentle wake
Just his arm draped tender over his waist

Pride is man
Sweet routine of morning run and night-time gym
Exfoliate for perfect skin then beers to rough it up again
Grad job, new wheels and FIFA on Sundays
He plays the role perfectly, down to a tee
They see him a modern Adonis
All carpe diem and signature flawless
They see him a modern man, all techno and dick jokes
His girlfriend is beautiful, they make quite the pair
She's the talk of the office
Golden, they call them
All couple goals hashtags
It makes him feel smug, it defines him
Tries to keep this in mind as the boredom starts biting
The interest starts dying
He sees her eyes wandering
And they argue more than they talk
And although he's not really that bothered
He holds on to her still like a crucifix

Because
He is man and
This morning's duvet clings to the blood of punctured ego
It's gooped and sticky, holds him down like a fist
This room looks different to him
The same space
Where they've smoked and they've talked
And they've studied and laughed
For as long as he's known
His best friend, his gaff
Now it looks like a trap
Now he looks like a bad decision
Always so easy in his skin
He sees him now still slick with midnight sweat
And cheeks flushed rose
With baby blush, what is he dreaming of?
Adam and Adam, they lay tight
Ribcages pressed with umbilical closeness
He makes him think poetry
He is man, he is man, is he man
When nothing even happened
They just talked and fell asleep
He was so kind, you see
She'd locked him out their place again
Refused to see his face again
He bought them beers, he rolled a spliff
He listened
Pride can't remember the last time that somebody just listened

But
He is man and
Everywhere he looks now, everything seems phallic
Everywhere he looks, it feels like someone's laughing
They are stone-carved God men moulded through history
To be what they are today
They are strong men, hard men, tough men
Yet everything's fragile
One step out of line and identity is shattered
All they have worked to maintain
Pride has rainbows coursing through his veins
And he feels shame
And he feels clarity
And the river is staggering
Certain to break any moment
He should cry out
But his throat is choked with words of love and hate
And loneliness
So all he can do is
Hiss through his teeth at him as he blinks the day awake
And spit at his goodness
While his stomach twists at the thought
Of the guys at work
And the girl at home and their words
And their looks and he's scared
And he's sick
And he just wants to hold him

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