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(​.​.​.​) (I am sitting in a room for your heart. )

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1.
I haven't even heard the song. And I don't know who wrote this one yawning jackboot century limited edition domestic themed mausoleum torrential shitrain underwater cemetery surgical incision beneath the left eye chain link chain link chain link I hate you pouring sweat in a wildly illegal house of wires masturbatory amphetamine fever dreams well appointed shelter, overeducated lobotomist one million life affirming volts sultry shouting voice pots and pans repurposed as menswear and sports equipment very posh indeed just around twilight greasy salutations and velveteen expletives my smelly friend shake my flaccid hand brainwave with the president vomit in public pools show the principal your private parts slick with suntan lotion overlarge curry flavored member congratulations splitting headache from overindulgence in amyl nitrate swampy savage cannibal rage fly into an unimpeachably lesbian cinder collage I'm afraid she is poised to be a naked corpse smashing against the rocks on a secret beach several minutes after midnight contrived motifs and self sacrificing spanish garage glamor CUT OFF YOUR GUITAR STRINGS DEFILE YOUR INSTRUMENTS SELL YOUR RECORD ALBUMS FREEZE INSECTS INTO CHERRY FLAVORED ICE CUBES FRIGHTEN MOTORISTS SHOUT HURL ROCKS READ THE BIBLE LOUDLY ON THE TRAIN DO NOT SAY HELLO NEVER BLOW YOUR NOSE BUST UP CORPORATE PICNICS KISS ALL THE SPLINTERS I LOVE YOU. (it was already performed under a different name to those who were listening) and that is the point. *sighs* "magnet hitler?" that's right.
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wNew Record! Corpse Song Ghost Dream Chinese Food Soul Wash Oscillations Pt I & II It's Just A Stomach Ache From Parke With Distance Like a Jimson Weed Anchor on My Chest Corpse Song And I love you and I like you too and they love you what am I to do I'm just a boy with untied shoes another one for you to use or abuse if you choose I really don't have much to lose and I love you and I like you too and they love you what am I to do dig you up in the morning like you never left you haven't said a word and you eat like a bird today is nothing new I'm so in love with you can I hold you? I can't feel you breathe and I told you I don't want to leave 'cause I love you and I like you too and they love you what am I to do you haven't touched your tea there's something wrong with me do you want to go oh baby I don't know but I love you and he loves you too which one did I mean oh everyone it seems I got punched in the chest by a stale depression and suddenly I want to cry as cynical as I am I can't help but be exuberant but I want to die so I'll see you I don't believe it's true I wish I did I am just a kid and I love you and I like you too and they love you what am I to do Chinese Food I don't really feel like chinese food I'm too afraid you'll disappear your revelation has altered my mood* but I will always be right here to find you drawing death over cold coffee cigarette flower clutched in your hand more affection than I expected I wish that I could understand [chorus?] G C the drugs will leave your blood but I'll never leave you I wish I could write less sad songs and I wasn't so sick Doing long division to pass the day it keeps waking nightmares away pet my black dog in the street lit night I'm hating everything in my sight Ghost Dream stripes and splash silent crash I'll see you soon I'll see you soon water people drift by my bed songs noisy and depressing like to haunt my head I'll see you soon Chorus: the curtains are pulled yeah but I'm still here you can call me the seer the curtains are pulled yeah but I'm still here I'm the seer of woolen specters they're becoming more audacious and the happy young professionals with their untimely deaths monsters picaresque with their slimy bad breath and your mother too she's disappointed with your lifestyle Chorus: the curtains are pulled yeah but I'm still here you can call me the seer the curtains are pulled yeah but I'm still here my memories disappear they're growing stronger in dreams calcified and cured, my eyes at rapt attention I have to rest my head it's a bit too heavy at the moment and all that's on my mind is sunflowers and overalls Oscillations Pt I & II Dandelion half- blown makes me curse my wretched lungs i've got a song in my head and a rock in my heart I really want to yack and I can't keep track I don't know what to say why won't this go away sleepwalking's a luxury I hate all that I see I've said this all before nothing changes anymore I'll turn my ring back in my waning hope feels silk and warm I guess that luck has been my sin I would trade it all in for a forever plucking starlight in a floating silver hammock an orange purring kitten by a pot of celestial fire I want to tear the space apart so I can live there with you a nothing so immutable a stack of books too you're my home but we can roam you'll find me here just waiting I know you're far we've crossed the bar Soul Wash I don't want to steal your words but they're prettier than anything I've ever heard you've got my panacea of perfection and without your love it isn't too much yeah there isn't a magic bullet to untangle the tar inside you when I see you my face turns scarlet you say it's pointless but I just can't help but try to yeah it's the soul wash I'm after it's the soul wash I'm after it's the soul wash I'm after wash my soul give a hoot don't fuck up this isn't my life that sinister autopilot keeps you far backwards is her forwards and I miss you my cheekbones save me every time I wish that I was there or you were here or we were somewhere pixellate your mind and it's just not fair and I hate it my infinite library with bright pink hair and I love you I'm looking at the ember and I see you too it's true but it's the soul wash I'm after it's the soul wash I'm after it's the soul wash I'm after wash my soul At night this looks like a prison and I never want to see you go I watch until you leave my vision and I drive home really slow As fast as I drive I'm never fast enough to see you I want look into your eyes until we see the sun and to be you 'cause it's the soul wash I'm after it's the soul wash I'm after it's the soul wash I'm after wash my soul you turned a cynic right around and i've got x ray vision too you're infected by this cloud but I can see right through you fill me with light and you've got some too you might not think that I'm right but I know it's true tunnel vision in your great hall there's much more space between the walls and it's the soul wash I'm after it's the soul wash I'm after it's the soul wash I'm after wash my soul It's Just a Stomach Ache you cry backwards sometimes the tears run up your cheeks Chorus: maybe itll be a song one day but now its just a stomach ache I guess it's time to go away I won't be anything for your sake it's split in two. one half got the house and the other's in an apartment. they still talk on the phone sometimes. theres nothing there but still I stare you follow me to the nowhere in which I follow you routine pupils veins around your eyes like spiderwebs photos in the dark the right words refuse to play reinstate ocean coffee tastes like dirt for ernest with distance parke haskell place your knees in the hollows be still my mind slip on the morning with me darling we're running out of time place your knees in the hollows be still our mind slip on the mourning with me darling we're running out of time place your knees with the swallows be still my mind slip on the morning with me darling we're running out of time we're running out of time we're running out of time be still my mind lay bare and blind Like a Jimson Weed pull my eyelashes out and wish for you wish all the time and it isn't even me I'll smoke my lucky cigarette and I couldn't make a safer bet oh yeah takes me by the collar my mind runs far from me to the desert manicured and green It's a walk in the parke I set on fire I'll keep the embers of her memory red don't wanna walk a mountain without any trees I wanna go somewhere; somewhere I'll get cut by the breeze Overpowering everything right now skull sick my brain will let me down oh yeah deliriant disgusting I won't be seen and unconsciousness is just so mean I've come to a new insight punctuated by problems my ugly history doomed to repeat I never thought the wolves would wait so near prop me up with white pills of shimmer and my view ahead couldn't get much dimmer turn my lungs to charcoal to kill the tremors 100 speedbumps and coffee stains my shirt I guess the sun is artificial I want to walk away and decompose A flash of your eye draws a smile like lightning and my wires crossed pull your body from the dark I wish I knew how to connect the dots the patterns I love are beautiful and useless I have no idea where I'm going and the place you're looking for does not exist should we all be so lucky to press our thumbs against the end I could blot out the light and be at home such a dirty trick it is to lose a friend don't wanna walk a mountain without any trees I wanna go away and get cut by the breeze
3.
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I thought... If you buy a song on this album, I will pass your money on to an artist no questions asked. I know so many of them and they're so brilliant and I know what happens when you give a person like this 1000 dollars. They pass 500 along to somebody who can use it, and so on.

So try it if you can! How big is your budget for your hobby? How big is 10% of that? Isn't it sweet to give random joy and facilitate generation? Do you need to know that they're "real artists?" Or that they "really need it?" "What are they doing with it?"

Probably eating? I'm not their boss, I just want to make sure they have a clean workspace. Making art is easy. Everything else is hard.

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released July 20, 2020

so, here is the contradiction. play it back until you can hear it. think of it like I am sitting in a room for your heart. Don't listen to the lyrics, you already know the words.

If you want it straight, this is the story of a life told with stones instead of words.

Try to hear your own space, internal and external as the song walks up to you. No need to squeeze every inch of tape with juice, compression is a multiplicative compromise.

This compresses time and meaning. Finnegans Wake is a fractal, any random selection of which should tell the cyclical nature of history in some way if you can feel it.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9XJWBZBzq4

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field collage Oakland, California

a survey of sound works between 2015 and 2020

involved with a field recording practice and an interest in forming incongruous spaces

a collage of collages of collages. all sounds recycled.

a love story to free software composed by a cyborg

more like an archive of processes than a set of discrete releases or songs
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