31:31

31:31 marks the final collection of original works released by Annette Peacock to date. Beyond this, only 4 Emilia-Romagna W/LV—a live recording from a concert in Italy—would follow.

From what I gather, the songs on 31:31 were performed live and later overlaid with additional layers, creating the impression of an intimate, almost clandestine session—lo-fi in texture, yet rich in presence. There’s a rawness here, a sense of something unpolished and immediate, like music taking shape in the quiet focus of a private room.

Some songs of the album can still be found drifting across YouTube, though the full work remains elusive. 

Cover by David Wasik

meaning? & so it begins & nobody wins, but hope is the saving grace. it saves us again. the folly of men. the laughter upon a face. if nobody's & nobody cares — somebody has 2 pay. the world & its charms safe in my arms 2 vanish w/out a trace. i stare at the stars. & move thru the cars. live what I can't erase. but who do u trust while turning 2 dust all meaning of x & place.

young, when u'r young, in x uncertain w/ a need 2 feel & give — all the bliss in just believing b4 the pain u'll learn 2 live. innocence will make you fragile. the more u feel the more it shows. & your patience is unstable, but what is selflessness 2 a rose? from the depths of desolation when the flame of lv won't burn 2 the heights of such elation when u find your touch returned. when u'r young, in x uncertain u'l b growing-up your best — understanding what 2 lv is — while u put the lv 2 test. is the growing consolation 2 a destination where all unknowing's isolation only u alone can bear? while u put your life 2 test.

behind the beat, Nothing is pain, if it's from u — nothing. here inside our need, behind the beat, in those secluded preferences where flesh & mind retreat. u won't deal possessions at my feet, only this priority i feel beneath your heat. & u can cause me pain but i'l come back again, the pain is pleasure 2. Nothing is pain, if it's from u. subject 2 the way i run & feel — any life that's not fun is fair game 4 x 2 steal, operations w/stood begin 2 heal cause nothing could b better than the u in me that's real. & u can cause me pain but i'l come back again, the pain is pleasure 2. Nothing — is pain if it's from u. Nothing is pain. Nothing is pain, if it's from u — nothing! if it's from u.

2 the 1's we deprive, lust conceives us, mind perceives us — objects 2 behold. numbers 2 enfold in2 the plan but we r children trying, dying 2 the last. & we r human beings understanding fast. victims, not the victors of the past, systems bleed us, science misleads us 4 some better way, but here we r 2day where we began. some say — sophisticated, but don't it cost alot? is life less complicated w/ more of what is not? victim, not the victors of the plot. may all of the lies that we live 2 keep up the way we survive b worth all the pain that we give 2 the 1's we deprive. condescensions, good intentions only alibis. prejudice & lies still play the fool. we take stance about it if we're in the mood or we can dance & hope it don+t intrude. victors, of the victims solitude. may all of the lies that we live & keep up the way we survive b worth all the pain that we give 2 the 1's we deprive.

up the hoping, giving up the hoping 4 the lv, giving up the dreaming of above. if then can never b again & fantasy is yet 2 be. i'm living it's a world w/out trust. ashes 2 ashes & dust 2 dust. must hope 4 2morrow feel joy 4 2day. beg, steal or borrow is the only way, but all i try unsatisfies. there's no delight in compromise. i'm living w/ reality holding fast 2 sanity. giving up the hoping 4 the lv, giving up the dreaming of above.