A Tangle Of Wires

by Ivan Scutt

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An album about the profuse internal rambling of the brain.

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released November 13, 2012

Words And Music by Ivan Scutt
Artwork by Sophia De-Hayes

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Ivan Scutt Projects. Leeds, UK

Artist from Newcastle based in Leeds, creating hip-hop, jazz, improv, metal, other electronic music and non-electronic music.

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Track Name: Intro (A Tangle Of Wires)
Intro (A Tangle Of Wires)
Somewhere between a montage and a time lapse,
somewhere between the heart and the synapse,
starts a tree of cracks, put blutac in the fractures
to substitute the token fruit the broken branches lack,
a chance for my hands to plant a habitat,
reliable narrator, the analyst, the soothsayer
joined hands and planned a city made of brick but I'm a
truth layer, so it looked prettier in ink, awfully
deep roots cling to a thin boot-string, tie it
tight, and swing a mic you'll never hit a thing
all the doctor ordered was the four post corners of the
unrecorded lines to sing, a set of principles to
forfeit, any for mat afforded, order your wish-list
from justified borders to just your five finger fist
get the gist, in a blister pack then give it back
when all the cells collapse and walls are made of foil then
perhaps it's time to touch down your coil on the track
loyalty is back and it's a rat-pack of dancers with
flat-pack answers, so cancel the clapping cos we're
stationary claim a sheet of paper ready set get rapping
visionaries wear blinkers to focus but any
signage is hopeless eyelids choke the locus
a swarm of vacuform Capricorn excuses
soon my handspans lucid, soon the grand-plan's fluid
I’m a tangle of wires
I’m a cold card counter
I’m the turning of hands
I’m a parliament powder
Track Name: Gunmetal
Gunmetal
Now we'll be closing the bets so have you chosen yet
press any button on your set to pick a favourite
write a letter sincerely trend setter better
pack it full of adjectives replace predicate
pocket full of carcinogens, allergy free,
they just happen to be fumbled from the law ball
tumbler, but I’m the fourth wall crumbler
so now I’ll talk to you, feeling any humbler?
stumble upon your luck quick pick your digits up
make em dance for the suits and the black boots
maybe tie a slack noose if you're unsure
nine outta ten for tension and no more
dropping off, woken by a cough from the tenth floor
we've got a live-without-a-clock-aholic, 'ten-four'
take a carbon-based casing for a mentor
just played a whole set no you can't get an encore
of course of you can, it's carefully scripted
when the brow will be lowered or the arms will be lifted
nearly missed the cue for feeling futuristic
tick a box, fill in the form, and now your gifted too
nearing the storm and soon drifting through
hope you haven't missed the view from the thick of it
list your attributes, lift your ample roots
then you can always fly away when you're sick of it
pick of the day then exit through the gift shop,
with a packet of sour and a Best Of oh boy what a
send off best of times at least the end of them
mend the housing of the clock but cease the pendulum
a feast for the C list feature failures
attention crew there's a tailor among the sailors
plotting to consider the aesthetics of our ship
prone to poetry and other useless shit

and now the walls are magnetic
and covered in nature
to covet athletics
at least buying new trainers
but what shade is your radio,
all kinds of gunmetal effect
eject is kinda stiff cos I've
played the same tape for years
after doodling a new name on a label
claim a prophets curse for
office novice in a crisp white collar shirt
white male hollow purse

is it me or are we climbing the thermometer
apply some pressure now you got a rock opera
full of fossilized ideas, occupying
sightseers as they climb up to the 5 tiers
base layer is the rapid tooth soothsayer
losing flavour at a rate of 2 words per quaver
pieces of eight thousand each slice of do a favour
rolling papers, are the only true life saver,
save for a 2 limb payment just sign the waiver,
or maybe in exchange for some loose change gossip on thy
neighbour laser kerplunck sunk your caper
flunk the paper, but make a masterpiece of
origami to charm the moderator, I mean,
I can switch modes, but death is still the median
long pigs are flying from the city of ingredients
but what of the young or those prone to obedience,
well levels 2 through 5 are pretty lenient
you know we love to outline shapes on your atlas
and call it convenience well whatever the catchment we'll
badge it with a cross and enter it in a pageant
compete against evils we can only imagine , so
calling all tall white handsome phantoms
spotted on the cover of the weekly mansion
let's all band together and settle the ransom,
now ankles lift cannonballs through panel doors and
picket fence text no space and no pause for thought
and no rest when all corners court a Minotaur
thankfully a prophet defeated the dinosaurs so
we could be free, free to fight that rabble ourselves
and bite that apple that fell from the tree back in
B C E, you'll soon read it on the funny page
no right to complain if your whining about a sunny cage

and now the walls are magnetic
and covered in nature
to covet athletics
at least buying new trainers
but what shade is your radio,
all kinds of gunmetal effect
eject is kinda stiff cos I've
played the same tape for years
after doodling a new name on a label
claim a prophets curse for
office novice in a crisp white collar shirt
white male hollow purse
Track Name: Chemistry
Chemistry

climb into the dark sparking paper on a balcony making
planes outta heavyweight, cut corners are causing casualties
soon to be dead weight caught on a spate of apathy
do you have any wise words for the obedient children of parody
apparently the clever canopy is collapsing from it's allergies
no room to breathe the pages of a badly written eulogy
eureka screams the finale now there's six million and one ways
face the mirror silhouette hell bent on concave army
plainly phrased raise the bar with a fader blazed
crusaders paving paths with a concrete life-saver mask make
sure you sign the waiver or the saviour will never let you past feel
free to stand in line but the hook was never meant to be cast
sink a Bic into the square hole that blocks would never fit
drain your skull and hopefully you'll find it lined with a coating of ink
armour chameleon flavour savour the karma cos its a
rare bird, model quick the wings of the new martyr
Chemistry
Chemistry

felony soundtrack smacks of a thin line of green and brown
fade to black back-burners are laying low to steal the crown
steal the towns mice with a steel pipe and a tragedy
the ends tie nicely folded for a content bloated guarantee
I haven’t seen the far side of the bench, never mind the picnic
nitwit criticals for principle precursors future cynic
a finished sanity K O that’s fatality
walking a dotted line with the final act of your vanity
a spree of moral code amputees are camping spawn point
navigating the waiting list it's hard to miss what you avoid
surrounded by the concept i was there when the term was coined
appointed by all the relevant game owners to be null and void
beuyancy aides play the villian when all you want to do is sink,
enter stage left, breathless and so close to the next brink
what's your kink, what's your poison, voicing a remedy
return the enemy fire, or retire to kill the chemistry.
Track Name: Interlude I (Rituals)
Interlude I (Rituals)

I’m a tangle of cables
I’m a hipster headed angel and the same goes for
rainbow brain saint ghosts, forget your raincoat, cos there's
no escaping this escalating storm of scape goats
hows the saying go, when we make roads we
intend to walk em, keys need turned or pressed, I’ve got a
chest of organs, best of 3, 2 or even less
weave a mess of dream fragments, who's the captain of this
vessel, I'm in kind of a fettle, cos I built the walls with
mortar and pestle, adorned the floors with quarters and medals
and set the room rotating wait for it settle on a
score or the conductor might let it turn a little more
fine tune with test runs, multiple choice voices I
might choose to question, card counter patience the
finite fire trail is stuck in soothsayer station
but which lines are stimuli and which are sensation
Track Name: Honeycomb Holes
Honeycomb Holes

I see a man who sits on his back step, front foot yields a
backdrop, stumbles lead to flat rocks shackles and
scavengers, bruising but never suing for damages til I’ve
brewed a fresh pot of the card counters averages
horse-drawn carriages, water-borne madness splash
war-torn territories, but what of my collection of
effigies? Call em what you will, be it heads or
metal webs, heavy points leave heavy dents
onward went the regiments of mind swings, full of
blood sweat and evidence, awareness and rivalry,
leave the nest tidily, quantize your exit,
quarterize affection, hung drawn and septic,
birds sing a star-sign in motorized jawline
procedure, all the fine proceeds to heretics,
read the news flashes, hide it under mattresses,
step out the back door to see the razed palaces.
Heart soul head hands,
disguises and roles, endless plans,
the parts that we unfold are sans serif castles,
ineffective dialogue and hectic in battle,
actions visions facts that tangle follow the
vandal tracks through the labyrinth that I chose
I go by the name of have words will travel,
engraved on my breast plate, hidden under plain clothes
rain-clouds through saint ghosts, new name but
same dose of droplets and days monophonic and
pure as snow, like canines to rainbows or
soothsayer syllables, nah we can never change those
fray ropes, day-glow shine
the brain hosts a number of minds
play notes, sound a slow rhyme
do I trace a circle or a straight line

Heart soul head hands,
disguises and roles, endless plans,
the parts that we unfold are sans serif castles,
ineffective dialogue and hectic in battle,
actions visions facts that tangle follow
vandal tracks through the labyrinth I chose
I go by the name of have words will travel,
engraved on my breast plate, hidden under plain clothes.
Track Name: Regardless
Regardless

we are self motivating we are godless
cos were alive were surviving in the darkness
well make it through always staying true regardless
Of all the crews who just wanna be the hardest

Sending signals in smoke, stoking the coals
had a cold start far beneath the surface temper fold
tectonic layer cake, testing nines, and guess this rhyme sayers fate.
plate movement souvenir place improvement triggering.
Born beneath the seal torn between the real
I'm a broken tape wind me up, coil the spring sinking in til it all peels
healing touchable evidence, like 'we exist so we are here'
near the core and courting fears
four low walls the balls bouncing
savour every ounce of ore mining cash counting. Climb the mountain.
At the summit of summer, some are heated,
others back-seated peeping through high value false pretence and
pillars tills ring out in harmony no solstice here
kill the groove Remove the waves from the sand, flatland,
and intersections of circles cant jump or even reach the hurdles
Bump the table unstable grounds for rules or fables

we are self motivating we are godless
cos were alive were surviving in the darkness
well make it through always staying true regardless
Of all the crews who just wanna be the hardest

Riddle me this, Busy fighting fists or writing lists
Cos if there's no progress soon I'll tune out why should I persist
kiss the rail, got no kills but a string of assists
it's one thing to be a good shot, but remember the times that you missed
no running on platforms, switching stations impatiently
all the towns eyes on the horizon, when will the invasion be?
civilization recipe, better be on your strong foot
stuck, skipping, flip the vinyl you got the wrong cut,
the architects are stacking heart attacks as artefacts got
harder backs to dig in, no more rigging the vote,
trying to draw a perfect circle so I’m ringing the smoke,
I hope they choke on my words cos then it'll be murder I wrote
always building moats, separating the us from the greener grass
we need cleaner glass, I can hardly see the scenery pass
I’m not much of a racer but I’m still not keen to be last
still playing the part there’s still characters in the scene to cast
Track Name: Interlude II (Names)
Interlude II (Names)

I’m a tangle of wires
I’m a cold card counter
I’m the turning of hands
I’m a parliament powder

heart, soul, head, hands
the parts that we unfold are sans serif castles
actions, visions, facts that tangle
I go by the name of have words will travel
Track Name: Paperwork
Paperwork

looking for past-times well try crafting your own
mine fields try sleeping in the turbine or the flywheel,
serpentine tail biter lighter than the steel in the
nib of your pen, as it fills a formula // reeling out your
details, cleaner than your locker when your dream sails
but that strip of paint you applied is Möbius shade
so the hailstone-and-thunderings will start to look the same
and a search for Godot and his loyal sun would be in vain//
there's always a train to catch or a flame to splash
water over leather reclining sofas, couple soma's
there's only prime number clovers in the field
and even then there's only 2 options to choose from or go bust
there's fewer for your poison, adhere or get busted
this is jury channel, no need to adjust it, oh and the panel will
need a good dusting, get your sustenance from strangers //
dancing round a street-light, just waiting for danger, waiting
ten second between shocks, waiting ten years at a
bus stop hurts when trains are passing like clockwork ///
circle classified, plan colour schemes,
too busy hiding from monsters to follow any other dreams
34th repeat nightmare, estate premium,
prices rising like the coins are full of helium ////
sealed and signed? the deal is done
we've been here behind the scenes from day one
we've seen your dreams and in the end we recommend none
when no stalk grows you might wonder where your beans have gone
they say there's a war to be won, well there's a trench full of
sons, elsewhere there a man stood reciting puns
there's a blue corner, but reds too far away to see
show them the ropes and they'll surely find the end eventually
a dog without a backbone, a collar names it pedigree
if you hear a flat tone you can pay me to sing an elegy

I’ve got no fire escape
but I can see a plate
weighted with safety and a
belly that matches
I can see red tape
paperwork and dead-space
a room full of people trying to
work out what the catch is
I’ve got no fire escape
but I can see a plate
weighted with safety and a
belly that matches
I can see red tape
around a death place
a room full of people trying to
work out what the catch is

a fresh tank of think, blank space
shrinking as the ink spreads through cities and pretty heads
sticking to the riverbed with heavy soles still fresh from the
parapet there's no way you'll collect the entire set
marionettes, all the strings and joints are kinda
pointless if there's no-one pulling over your head, we'll get
over it yet, I guess we'll have to live our own lives
colliding wine windows are crashing on the toe-line
over in no time, so kind to offer but I’ll be
following the fractal pattern that is my own line
battling through mazes they no longer phase me now the
end of every day is kinda hazy, double
paisley kinda crazy, yet we're still looking for the
combination that will solve itself so mark it with an
asterisk and since the druids bought all the high streets,
you'll find it under a pile of leaves wrapped in a flysheet
dial a thief, give him all your beef and broccoli, it's
full of science serum giving grief to your crockery
really what could be better than a blanket fix comfort in your
convent reminiscing about all your missing content
a well spent youth, dedicated on saving for the
future, they'll always tell you it's worth waiting I hope it
suits you, one size fits the foot in the door keep
shovelling more through graduation, occupation
sage in all fields, stainless steel or a letter of
resignation, or the first thing you can steal
like a pale of water fill it til its bursting at the seal
but keep a receipt for the sake of your next refill appeal

I’ve got no fire escape
but I can see a plate
weighted with safety and a
belly that matches
I can see red tape
paperwork and dead-space
a room full of people trying to
work out what the catch is
I’ve got no fire escape
but I can see a plate
weighted with safety and a
belly that matches
I can see red tape
around a death place
a room full of people trying to
work out what the catch is
Track Name: False Alarm (Reset)
False Alarm (Reset)

every opportunity, guna make myself a soon to be
unity I've found but this sound is nothing new to me
something's getting through to me viewing the world through the gaps of my fingers
don't let the feeling linger healing every injury
feel the wheel in the palms of these hands I know I cant stop the sand
falling but I'll do what I can to be above the surface standing
upright when I land, I'll be the better man, whether I can or can't,
I'll bleed for my art, so you know it's straight from the heart
these words fill my arteries, I speak with every single part of me
it must be hard for you to see, cos I think I see clearer than most,
maybe I’m just nearer than those, getting close on the path I've chosen
maybe it chose me but I'm crossing the seas now the waters frozen
I'm gunna reach the greener patch, not copper, gimme greener cash,
everything always happens so fast, so I'm guna take it slow,
I'm still accelerating though, so I'll keep my gears low,
I'm never stalling like a Hurricane, no vertigo

reset reset reset

I’m making every minute matter more than ever now
taking time to talk aloud turn this ship around,
360 degrees I'm panoramic,
a state of panic but there’s nothing I cant manage
and nothing I cant handle, I'm infinite I'm mandelbrot
everything comes around like the tabletops at Camelot
I wanna make sure I hit before I start taking shots,
I need to count the cards before I see the powder plot

I’ll never loose the knots again, they're under lock and key,
new loops of rope and now I’m gaining clarity
wipe clean the glass,well I guess that's vanity
I keep asking myself I need to answer me
can't see anything in the darkness, but I know I’m there
first person and cursed versions but a perfect pair
assertions versed with comatose calm
this is no false alarm; it's a call to arms!
Track Name: Paving Stones
Paving Stones

Make or break disaster could never lose faster,
maybe you could I cant stick like a bad plaster,
I'll never master walking on thin lines
I always find myself standing on the less green side,
passing past the last man standing feeling like offside
one time only then peel back like turpentine,
learn to find comfort in and only in the things I write,
did I sing it right? how could I sing it wrong?
sing-along going gone back to where she came
from same long story for the short lived glory,
this crown is kinda thorny but its teeth that tore me
sabre tooth loose in my head its coming for me
the seas are getting stormy but I know its just an allegory,
I'll stop living in metaphors find a better
cause to fight alight and set a new bearing,
anywhere you like I'm way past caring
when I try to get close,
I can never measure a dose strong enough to cure the host
a fairer game like alternative vote,
first past the post I cant run I'm stuck down like toast
in a broken toaster, gotta make the most of these
seconds alive not begging to die setting my sights
on a far prize the far side of hard lines, hard times,
not dividing my days I cant part time.
48 bar-lines have past
I'm already losing the track, forgetting my lines in the first act
my character cracked, as a matter of fact,
the paving stones are nothing close to immaculate,
I need an accurate sight this one is crooked,
the hand I'm tryin to bite, about time I shook it,
I took it all for granted harvest what I planted
now I'm left disbanded like a snapped elastic
there was a point of return I drove straight past it,
now I'm worried I'll miss the beat that’s why I blast it,
dunno how I lasted or reached the final heat,
now that I've got a time to beat,
there’s always time to kill there’s a post to fill, but post no bills,
a new page with no more frills, hone my skill
to get somewhere and not watching from the windowsill,
a thin pane of glass I need to get past, I'm sure I will
Track Name: Calm Waters
Calm Waters

If your feeling anxious, and everything is thankless,
joining up the tiny fractures. Or they're all playing actors,
see what the camera captures, no-one will ever get at us,
when your dropping speed or even if your dropping anchors.
Were prime factors, to an odd sum,
its such a big sky for only the one sun,
everybody wants something or someone, to belong to,
I like to think that I can change when I want to,
check myself like a microphone one two,
onto the next chapter happily ever after.
Cover the wounds like a plaster,
we're covered in patches, they catching alight like matches.
so if your getting blue screens and crashing,
black and white checks its yours so go and cash it
its a match but our style was never in fashion
I don’t care if they clash not even a fraction

Cos its the chaos that we love,(trying to find a way up)
we wish for calm waters but you know we'd miss the rough,
that’s why I wear my heart down by my cuffs,
wish for calm waters but you know we'd miss the rough.

hopefully you can relate to these stanzas.
99 problems but still no answers,
so pick it apart or start a new canvas,
paint a new shade or fill a new frame,
I'm discovering new terrain new parts of my brain,
I'll claim the shores of this island
like Mia said, this is comfortable silence,
found a way home no light for guidance,
cos everything is down to luck, but we choose ours,
I choose to write that might be why I lose hours,
daydreaming, just looping the beat,
skating the streets, just surviving the heat,
I got my hands on the wheel I'm leading my fleet,
I'll pick a direction lets see where it takes me.
The same things that always escaped me,
but I’m keeping a hold, so where should we go?
Track Name: Art Outta Heart Strings
Art Outta Heart Strings

Let's make art outta heart strings
skip back to the start see what the past brings
gimme context like knowing the chords
and gimme that gun this fight is swords
this kinda conflict, we're bound to get scarred
no matter how you want it, it's still too far
away to stay in sight of this midnight star
when things get real, I just need to start driving so
get in the car, let's escape this life so
temporarily hard, cos we're usually fine
learn to keep my eyes on what's soon to be mine
maybe not but I got that soon to be vibe
my tribe is all skills no drama I like to think my
luck is part thanks to karma I hang with the
people that matter and we've got a lot of time but I
find it's real moments that matter that's when we shine
brightest

write it down, speak aloud,
and the problems will fade like the rain clouds
let's just take apart all the hard things
Let's make art outta heart strings

rolling down to the place where I know
I’ll know every single face like a dice
and I’ve stopped looking for quick fixes in life
man I’ve started hitting the sixes more than ever
when the weather's looking grim windowpanes
start to look so thin I might go stand
in the rain same dose of drops through the rainbow brain
challenge yourself cos that's what keeps you sane
changing lanes but I won't change direction
I’m not chasing fame or chasing affection
but I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again,
I'm the soothsayer and I’ve got an audience of friends and
family turning hands grant a salary but cables move the
music, I’m a powder but I can never prove it
the mind is movement, no matter which voice it
chooses and it's talking but my hand-span's lucid

write it down, speak aloud,
and the problems will fade away like bee stings
take apart all the hard things
Let's make art outta heart strings

so I set my alarm
to soothsayer station
unison voices
bring songs to a layman
I'm a tangle of hands
I'm a trail of powder
I'm the cold calm waters
repeat and speak louder
Track Name: Outro (Coalescence)
Outro (Coalescence)

(Heart) It's the tangle of wires
(Head) It's the cold card counter
(Soul) That's the turning of hands
(Hands) They're the parliament powder

(The analyst,
The soothsayer
The reliable narrator)