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Psycho Social Sexual
02:53
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The mental state’s emotional
Dependent on the physical
Affected by relationships
Reflected by relationships
Physical is chemical, the chemical is mental, well, the psyche’s very social and it’s sexual
Preproprovisional conditioned situation
Self-consciousness the genesis of primal sadness
Sociopolitical and logically manic
Psychohistorical suggestible semantics
Sexualistic ualisistic sex sex object sex sex ism sex sex sex sexist
Transevolution. Social solution
Psycho Social Sexual
Psycho submission seeking social self-permission
A supersensible associative equation
Heteroclitical impendant precondition
A psychogenic social dynamic emission
Psycho Social Sexual
Transevolution. Social Solution.
Psycho Social Sexual
Psycho-kinetic-analytic activation
Sexual symbol psycho limbo castigation
Cultural clinical pathetic complication
A probable somatic topical and passable
Possible impossible
Synaptical impersonal
Kinetic and physical
Proximal and shockable
Graphic and congenital
Frantic and illogical thing.
It’s pathological and biological and chronic
It’s cyber logical and generational illogic
It is security and chemical, a mental relic
A term is intimate, and ultrasonic socio-phonic
Sexualistic ualisistic sex sex object sex sex ism sex sex sex sexist
Transevolution. Social solution
Psycho Social Sexual
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Walking
04:02
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Heel to landing pad
Cool dirt, warm sand, soft grass. Contact.
Halfway becomes the beginning should you not go back
Then it’s not a trail but a fact
You are part of the wildness
Walking.
It’s not the body of Eve in the garden of Eden
I’m walking till the break of day
I’m drowning and going and flowing
And it’s quite like a river is
Responsibilities you claimed are motherless like the wind
Or a leaf falling from a tree
It’s just a thing
No sad ending for a story that repeats
So what’ll it be?
The kingdom of heaven or here in time between?
Walking, bodiless like the breeze when you’re ready to leave
Now choose your home
Of course you map your move but it’s a path
It’s not a path that leads you safely
It’s not the promise of heaven, baby
It’s no the path that you leave, it’s the path that you lead on
It’s not the body of Eve in the garden of Eden
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3. |
You Play Adult
04:57
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You’re laughing, babe. I like it.
Etched in planes, a face
Standstill at the staircase
Mountaineering back
Every door and stairway, an empty frame for years
Now we always reappear
We came to truth and called a truce
I know that and I would never hurt you
You were a child when we were together
Open and wide, slivered and tendered
If we had been owned we could have been ordered,
Without growing up, to make it together
Now you play adult when nobody’s looking
And it’s not my fault. It’s a born condition
Now look who’s laughing
Now we’re accomplished with things we have gained
What was the prize then when we were the game?
If we had known it back then before emotions set in
Fighting over stupid things. Trying to win, my friend.
Now we play adult when nobody’s looking
And there is no fault. It’s a born condition
Now we are laughing
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4. |
Killed In Days
03:14
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So much to love but it’s always followed by a temper
Anger patterns on my brain and I can’t remember better days.
So strange.
[It’s] not quite what I wanna be, not what what I wanna be (hate)
Fighting an enemy as part of identity (hate)
Not quite what I wanna be, not what what I wanna be: Omnipotence [of thought]
Right, right, left, right, left, left, right
What if you started war and I was with you; I’d be killed in days
You can’t say that anger is strength.
You cannot say it helps to dominate or instigate hate.
Bombs over radar, dropping every single day. Bombs over radar. (Fight fight fight)
Stick em with a scapegoat (Fight fight fight fight) Sic’em on each other (Fight fight fight fight
)
It’s sicker than a blamer. Trick ‘em with mockery. Sic’em with an ego (Fight fight fight fight)
I’d be killed in days
Right, right, left, right, left, left, right
Mama said that there’s not a thing that I can’t weather
But babe, by loving you I’m going under
Fight, fight, fight. I’d be killed in days
A shadow underneath your battle but I cannot leave you. I’d been killed.
Papa’d say: "Anger is but fear that you rage to feel safety
Ask yourself, would you wanna tie an angry man to a baby?
Then there’s another soul that’s bound to be crazy."
Fight, fight, fight. I’d be killed in days
Not quite what I want to be, not what what I want to be (hate) x5
Don’t call me, babe.
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5. |
Neil Harvey
02:59
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He came from Hagerstown
A premonition in the creeks of Antietam
His story ringing centuries round
A haunting is a tragedy repeating
Make Ready.
In the shadows blue of the Allegheny
That rolling storm of distant trees
It’s like a tidal wave did freeze
Stopped. Afraid. Like when Neil was first betrayed
Make Ready, Neil Harvey.
And keep your mouth closed, Harvey, and run away
He flew past the hills [to] where the map marked the bay [Where]
“A horrible mart/fled slowly away"
Make ready: RUN
Blue starry flag on the rifle-barreled bow
The eyelets staring, the anchors hanging down
It was on the dog watch; Was he locked in fear or lost in thought?
Did the sextant show an apparition? That moment again: The frozen recollection.
Reduced to a babe who assumed he’d be saved by god or man or inaccurate range
The next thing he saw, a powder monkey so brave
Sponge down the barrel and ram it down
You never know what the end is going to bring
It’s a haunting repeating
Make ready, Neil Harvey
And hang your mouth open
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6. |
Starlight
04:24
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Starlight starbright
A lovely sky is painted on a hard night
This sky is only for you
And possibly me.
Fall farther. You’re not wrong or right.
Such a pretty star in the night.
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7. |
Digging In The Fire
03:48
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When man aspired to be something
Man evolved by the flame
When man retires into nothing
Back he goes from where he came
Digging in the fire Figurative fire
It was a hesitant step to migration
Fueled by the warmth of the flame
Divine from the gods this miracle
Lil boredom rendered it lame
It was power but now that’s mine
Nothing left to game
Unless that power should damn me
To fear and respect the flame again
Then the hesitant step to reckoning
The power now of blame
That fire for sacral offering
Always with the pain
Man, you’re mean when you’re not exploring
Digging in the fire Figurative fire
Freedom is great if you can relate
It’d be such a shame
Don’t kill the flame
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8. |
Mixing Chemicals
03:23
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Up in the middle of the night writing poetry
Nothing seems to come to me
Comes to me in a dream where we meet
Up in the middle of the night mixing chemicals
Nothing seems to comfort me
Comforts me in a dream, patiently.
What will it be?
You and me, yeah.
Rhapsody
Out from the belly of a whale, it’s a miracle
Don’t believe in what you see
What you feel is real and sets you free
Out from the sea of chemicals to reality
Azure from the sky of dreams
There you were in between.
Euphony
What will it be?
You and me, yeah.
Rhapsody
Something better than in the middle of fantasy
Must be something that keeps us singing in harmony
Lonely people stare
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9. |
Sinner
03:54
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Sinner by you
Sinner gotta gun
Gotta play real safe
Trigger on the finger flexor
Aching to decide if it’s safe to take
Sinner wanna stretch[’]er, betcha
Sinner gotta find a better say
Sinner gonna paint your picture
Sinner gonna paint cha cool, hey hey
Sinner gonna paint cha, pinch ya
Power draining. He’s not painting He is aiming. Pow!
Say: I’m the player, I’m the taker, I’m the man
Sinner got a bet, gotta lick, gotta say
Sinner gotta go away Sinner got upset Gotta get away
Sinner gotta pay
Sinner by Sinner by you
Sinner got a love but it don’t relate
Triggered by a finger linger
Staking out a way for a great escape
Assume he’s going to want a favor
Sinner’s gotta hope it’s not too late
Sinner’s going to be your dance
Shimmer on the dance floor, cool, hey
Skin, it’s going to be the answer.
Sacred, profane, sex aggression is the weapon. Pow!
Say: I’m the mother, I’m the lover, I’m the lamb
Say I gotta debt, gotta sweat, gotta pray
Sinner got a threat Not a hope No say
Sinner gotta threat, gotta sweat, gotta pray
Sinner gotta debt Gotta ho no way
Sinner gotta get away. Sinner gotta a baby
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10. |
Emma Nation
03:32
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What is this melt?
Body into Water into Land.
Won’t tell me about the stars in Heaven
Or if the Fire would burn up the land.
If Time would reap me greedy
Or if break would take from Air.
If Want would Give to confusion
Or if Spirit would suffer there.
A man once held the tempest
A woman held the form
O
ne light dawned the morning
And one light covered the Sun.
Two lights cast on Water
Emoting distinction of glance
Spinning the mind and bending
Into two lights cast on Land.
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11. |
In The Garden
03:13
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It makes you wonder what stands correcting
In reason is a thing that stands upending
Uphill to reason. We can't attend there
We can't attend the hell Our roots are breathing
A fruit is fleeting We give the meaning
The seed reproves to need all self-sustaining
We came from this truth on thought or matter
The parting unconsumed we could consider
The seed's a bit bitter like roots in nature
I wonder at the growth it shows to gesture
Long like the oak here? Who shares your pleasure?
Did you spire like the wings and offer home there?
Do you blush before the reaper?
Do birds see color? How do they know then to gratify the sky with pattern?
I know a little. I may fly with thee
Sitting in the garden sweet
Drifting o'er the flowers that stale when brought to speak
Poof back, loop back, blow
How cold when it comes to comes to reasoning
How distance molds the seed that blooms abandoning
Sitting in the garden sweet
Drifting o'er the flowers that stale when brought to speak
Pick a flower. Crush a flower.
Sitting in the garden sweet
Drifting tip I’m brought to speak brought to speak
When you do not play with beauty and when you do not seek to please all around you are sweet gardens with no air for memory
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After-Death Plan Columbus, Ohio
American Gothic Art Rock. Versatile female vocals reminiscent of early 4AD, PJ Harvey. Dark narratives with themes of language, power, gender, examination, love, death, books, characters, the psyche.
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