|
No. |
Title |
Length |
| 1. |
The Long Greens And Yellows |
1:07 |
| 2. |
Hunchy Hackett |
1:10 |
| 3. |
I Am Scarcely The Outer World |
0:52 |
| 4. |
Not Sure That It Was Not A Parcel |
1:43 |
| 5. |
There Were Connoisseurs |
0:57 |
| 6. |
Preferred To Have His Back To His Destination |
1:31 |
| 7. |
Watt’s Was A Funambulistic Stagger |
1:22 |
| 8. |
Science Of The Locked Door |
1:23 |
| 9. |
A Fine Full Apron Of Green Baize |
1:12 |
| 10. |
And He Sits In The Red Gloom |
1:46 |
| 11. |
Premonitions Of Harmony Are Irrefragable |
1:17 |
| 12. |
The Laurel Into Daphne |
1:35 |
| 13. |
Modes Of Ululation – Bitter, Hollow, Mirthless |
1:01 |
| 14. |
Onions And Peppermints – Turn And Turn About |
0:50 |
| 15. |
Figments Of The Id |
1:06 |
| 16. |
All The Gold And White And Blue |
1:38 |
| 17. |
Choon The Piano |
1:05 |
| 18. |
A Ravanastron Hung, On The Wall, From A Nail, Like A Plover |
1:29 |
| 19. |
The Strings Are In Flitters |
0:37 |
| 20. |
Simple Games That Time Plays With Space |
0:56 |
| 21. |
This Hairbreadth Departure |
0:49 |
| 22. |
A Little Plated Trowel |
0:58 |
| 23. |
The Stairs That Never Seemed The Same Stairs |
1:23 |
| 24. |
A Pillow Of Old Words, For A Head |
2:02 |
| 25. |
A Little Off The Hooks |
1:30 |
| 26. |
A Picture Hanging On The Wall, From A Nail |
1:10 |
| 27. |
The Circle Sailed Steadfast In Its White Skies, With Its Patient Breach Forever Below |
1:18 |
| 28. |
Like The Centuries That Fall, From The Pod Of Eternity |
0:56 |
| 29. |
Tenth-Rate Xenium |
1:28 |
| 30. |
A Fragment Of Rigmarole Reread |
0:33 |
| 31. |
This Long Chain Of Consistence |
1:35 |
| 32. |
The Three Frogs |
1:22 |
| 33. |
The Theatre Of A Similar Conglutination |
1:42 |
| 34. |
Floccillating His Hard Hat |
1:38 |
| 35. |
Red, Bluer, Yellowist |
2:25 |
| 36. |
In Our Windowlessness, In Our Bloodheat, In Our Hush |
1:14 |
| 37. |
Through This Jocose This Sniggering Muck |
1:14 |
| 38. |
Peers In Peace |
1:12 |
| 39. |
Except In Moments Of Delirium, Or During The Service Of The Mass |
1:12 |
| 40. |
The Sun, So Long Obnubilated |
1:37 |
| 41. |
The Mathematical Intuition Of The Visicelts |
1:36 |
| 42. |
Two By Two The Eyes Put Forth Their Curious Beams |
1:39 |
| 43. |
An Occasional Raucous Sally |
1:48 |
| 44. |
The Issuing Smokes Mingled To Vanish |
2:12 |
| 45. |
The Fricatives In Particular Were Pleasing |
0:37 |
| 46. |
The Grey Air Aswirl With Vain Entelechies |
0:46 |
| 47. |
In His Skull The Voices Whispering Their Canon Were Like A Patter Of Mice |
0:53 |
| 48. |
Watt Was An Old Rose Now, And Indifferent To The Gardener |
0:52 |
| 49. |
Threne |
1:32 |
