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slanderhour

A weekly pre-sleep, post-thought audio play investigating the nature of latent boredom and the strip-mining of emotional bereavement. Semi is written & performed by Mark Simpson, Garth Simmons and Jim-John Harkness, and is produced by Stephen Landerhour for BBC Sounds.

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00:44:04

Semi - Crank

slanderhour ·

2022/04/18

Chev Chelios (Jason Statham), a hit man wanting to go straight, lets his latest target slip away, then he awakes the next morning to a phone call that informs him he has been poisoned and has only an hour to live unless he keeps adrenaline coursing through his body while he searches for an antidote.

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00:27:02

Semi - Reach

slanderhour ·

2022/04/11

When the world, leaves you feeling blue You can count on me, I will be there for you When it seems, all you hopes and dreams Are a million miles away, I will re-assure you We've got to all stick together Good friends, there for each other Never ever forget that I've got you and you've got me, so Reach for the stars Climb every mountain higher Reach for the stars Follow your heart's desire Reach for the stars And when that rainbow's shining over you That's when your dreams will all come

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00:27:00

Semi - Meta

slanderhour ·

2022/04/04

IT was a chilly November afternoon.I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room, with my feet upon the fender, and at my elbow a small table which I had rolled up to the fire, and upon which were some apologies for dessert, with some miscellaneous bottles of wine, spirit and liqueur.In the morning I had been reading Glover's "Leonidas," Wilkie's "Epigoniad," Lamartine's "Pilgrimage,"

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00:24:00

Semi - Heart

slanderhour ·

2022/03/28

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight …

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00:26:45

Semi - Eggs

slanderhour ·

2022/03/21

When you kill it at the edge of the pan, you don't notice That the egg grows an eye in death. It is so small, it doesn't satisfy Even the most modest morning appetite. But it already watches, already stares at your world. What are its horizons, whose glassy-eyed perspectives? Does it see time, which moves carelessly through space? Eyeballs, eyeballs, cracked shells, chaos or order? Big questions for such a little eye at such an early hour. And you – do you really want an answer? When you sit

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00:30:00

Semi - Banter

slanderhour ·

2022/03/14

Anon to drawen every wight bigan, And, shortly for to tellen as it was, Were it by áventúre, or sort, or cas, The sothe is this, the cut fil to the Knyght, Of which ful blithe and glad was every wyght; And telle he moste his tale, as was resoun, By foreward and by composicioun, As ye han herd; what nedeth wordes mo? And whan this goode man saugh that it was so, As he that wys was and obedient To kepe his foreward by his free assent, He seyde, "Syn I shal bigynne the game, What, welcome be the cut, a

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00:29:01

Semi - Scotland

slanderhour ·

2022/03/07

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember’d for a very long time. ’Twas about seven o’clock at night, And the wind it blew with all its might, And the rain came pouring down, And the dark clouds seem’d to frown, And the Demon of the air seem’d to say— “I’ll blow down the Bridge of Tay.” When the train left Edinburgh The passengers’ hearts were light and felt no sorrow, But

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00:25:00

Semi - Need

slanderhour ·

2022/02/28

Yeah Wanna know what it's like (like) Baby, show me what it's like (like) I don't really got no type (type) I just wanna fuck all night Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa (oh, ooh, mmm) Baby, I need to know, mmm (yeah, need to know) I just been fantasizin' (size) And we got a lotta time (time) Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe) Gotta know what it's like (like) Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa Baby, I need to know, mmm What's your size? (Size) Add, subtract, divide ('vide) Daddy don't throw no curves (curves) Hold up, I'm

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00:30:00

Semi - Want

slanderhour ·

2022/02/21

When I was twelve, I wanted a macaw but they cost hundreds of dollars. If we win the lottery? I asked. Macaws weren’t known to be great talkers, but they were affectionate. Yes, my mother said. If we win the lottery. I was satisfied, so long as it wasn’t impossible. The macaw would be blue.

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00:27:10

Semi - Cabbage

slanderhour ·

2022/02/14

And now as the iron rinds over the ponds start dissolving, you come, dreaming of ferns and flowers and new leaves unfolding, upon the brash turnip-hearted skunk cabbage slinging its bunches leaves up through the chilling mud. You kneel beside it. The smell is lurid and flows out in the most unabashed way, attracting into itself a continual spattering of protein. Appalling its rough green caves, and the thought of the thick root nested below, stubborn and powerful as instinct! But these are the

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00:25:11

Semi - The Shits

slanderhour ·

2022/02/07

Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding, but resisting, began the second. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Hope it’s not too big bring on piles again. No, just right. So. Ah! Costive. One tabloid of cascara sagrada. Life might be so. It did not move or touch him, but it was something quick and neat. Print anything now. Silly season

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00:26:52

Semi - Lone

slanderhour ·

2022/01/31

Lone sounds the name and interesting like the game Lone gives you fame with no one to blame It's like that but what can you say That lone brings you shame of which you can't tame Lone is not to blame but blame is to blame Lone gives you facts to make your claim Lone is the reminder, something to make you ponder Lone is the victim but never the cause Lone is today when none obeys Lone is far and near Lone is day and night Lone is not day, lone is not night But lone is a Rose Lone is the lady, she is

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00:33:05

Semi - Car

slanderhour ·

2022/01/24

Well, today I just feel so confused So battered + psychically bruised All my friends talk of Collusion, ha, Conspiracies just add to the Confusion Like a pig pulls a cartload of sausages Guess I'm drawing my own conclusion I need a car that can get me around Far from the city-dwellers AM sound Commuters + computers, Yeah, I'm just on more Polluter But the Travel-bug has got me And the buggers all have Taught me... That there ain't no gettin' round gettin' round Yeah, there ain't no gettin' round

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00:29:00

Semi - Box

slanderhour ·

2022/01/17

Little boxes on the hill side, little boxes made of ticky-tacky. Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same. There’s a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one, And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same. And the people in the houses all go to the university Where they all get put in boxes, little boxes, all the same. And there’s doctors and there’s lawyers, and there’s business executives And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky and they all

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00:35:42

Semi - Year

slanderhour ·

2022/01/10

It was six years after the fact that I became I perhaps again, perhaps for the first time. There was the suggestion that I should mark each passage with a commemoration to what had been lost, or survived, words like redemption but that was never I, for I have nothing to apologise for and I’ll take my time. Simply put, the days followed the days and the weeks followed the weeks and the months the months and the years the years until I became I until I became I.

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00:27:23

Semi - The Prize

slanderhour ·

2022/01/03

Who is the man doing everything he can The winner the winner At the finish line first one every time The winner the winner He spends his life in a box Of ideas he can use But every night you can find him alone A loser Now he's won himself but he's getting nowhere else The winner the winner And he needs a friend cause it's getting near the end The winner the winner He sits at home with the toys That he has to amuse Just hear his moans he's so sad who he is A loser The winner is a sinner Has a

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00:26:03

Semi - Plot

slanderhour ·

2021/12/27

When Naboth's vineyard look'd so fine, The king cried out, 'Would this were mine!' And yet no reason could prevail To bring the owner to a sale. Jezebel saw, with haughty pride, How Ahab grieved to be denied; And thus accosted him with scorn: 'Shall Naboth make a monarch mourn? A king, and weep! The ground's your own; I'll vest the garden in the crown.' With that she hatch'd a plot, and made Poor Naboth answer with his head; And when his harmless blood was spilt, The ground became his

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00:28:11

Semi - Teeth

slanderhour ·

2021/12/20

Nentis Nan, he’s my man, I go do im each chanz I gan. He sicks me down an creans my teed Wid mabel syrub, tick an’ sweed, An ten he filks my cavakies Wid choclut cangy — I tink he’s The graygest nentis in the lan. Le’s hear free jeers for Nentis Nan. Pip-pip-ooray! Pip-pip-ooray! Pip-pip-ooray! Le’s go to Nentis Nan dooday!

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00:22:31

Semi - Pans

slanderhour ·

2021/12/13

From the forests and highlands We come, we come; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rushes, The bees on the bells of thyme, The birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying day, Speeded by my sweet

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00:28:01

Semi - Body Language

slanderhour ·

2021/12/06

I was a boy walking tough, king of the street Believed in making my own destiny, yeah Victim of love, I made a promise that I'd never be Another one of love's fatalities Rule number one was running wild and always running free Didn't need no luck, my guardian angel looking over me You passed me by, I got the vibe, left me in disbelief Arrow to my heart, at hurricane velocity You pierced my emotional armour Bolt of lightning couldn't hit me harder You got my body shaking, sends a shiver to my

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