1. |
kaiju
12:47
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I recall too long
thinkin' 'bout me
sentimental sludge of broken bees
tenement girls, sediment
the boys don't cry
you can lie
awake
and dream
you'll fight
no longer
there's a mess behind the doorway
there's an aching in my arms
superficial milo-fascia
with some fascist tendencies, I wake you
"who are you to tell me anything at all?"
that's the refrain
we share a brain, though
and the pain won't ease up
without a little work
we'll fight
no longer
there's a message from yourself to yourself
there's a message
in a rented room
with rancid riddle
and a message on the fax machine
that says to run and hide and die with valor
irrigate the pipes, fill your arms with water
if a drowning happens to occur
just let them know I saw, I came, I conquered
in the end it killed me
an amended room
with a bookcase thriller
an illustrious industrious display
of something lost, or so they say
unless you look under the dust flap cover
imitate greg lake
robots and screams
celibate but something sadly seems to be
elephant men
monstrous in bed
the boys don't die
they evolve
and waste their kin
you'll fight
no longer
incremental gains
swinging on trees
consequential sighs
a loaded freeze
requisite girls
elegant
the boys don't laugh
you can quake alone
and squeeze
you'll fight
no longer
irrigate the pipes
fill your arms with water
if a drowning happens to occur
just let them know
imitate your gods
fill a bath with semen
it's a folly to assume the wish
of your father's children
they will know your name
kill the bloodline
it's almost 12pm
kill the lifeline
there's a mess behind the doorway
there's an aching in my arms
superficial milo-fascia
with some fascist tendencies, I wake you
"who are you to tell me anything at all?"
that's the refrain
we share a brain, though
and the pain won't ease up
without a little work
we'll fight
no longer
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2. |
le nom du père
08:36
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your father was a freight train
saddle up, john wayne,
gretzky was an icon,
interrupt the game
the succulent emotion came
few and far between
the cattle and the ocean
lay me down and scream
there was nothing wrong with our love
in the rough, sand club
reach down into something tough, love
wear me down, wear me like a shirt
your mother was an orphan
button up your throat
the illness was an icon
lay me down and weep
there was nothing wrong with our love
in the mud, clean sludge
reach down into something tight, love
builds me up, builds me 'til I fall
there was something we don't know by name
collapse the name
collapse the frame
the narrative is melting off with age
we don't see the dead fish in the lake
of sheepshead bay
the sheep are slain
minotaur, siren, cyclops
your brother was a monster
but innocent by birth
the cattle wasn't wrangled
all the mess he left
your sister was a martyr
philomel, oh god
the innocent will leave you
wrought in lace and blood
your grandma was an angel
a little belle by boat
the illness was inside you
all the shame she spoke
your grandpa was an asshole
silver bells and cologne
an architect of gunfire
praise the lord and reap what you sow
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3. |
forest dream #2
25:44
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the soft form dissolves Brooklyn, New York
Ridgewood NY | solo artist | psychoanalyst | post-post-new-sincerity lo-fi sadcore
IG: @thesoftformdissolves
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