get down low beyond the pressure
back into space forever
dont touch her dont bother her
better weathers on the way
lose the air, you cock-sucker
and breath rain!
behold the sun, past truth and fiction
you are in trouble now, boil it and drink it
it dont care about you or about anybody else
the power, you people dont know
my life is a spring, my brain is a boiling egg
it runs on vapors
an angel gave to me, with pink eyes:
"I gazed from beyond the sky"
"you could someday be a celebrity"
just keep felching brimstone
and swallow it all
i love to sleep
i love to die
but never having been born is the miracle
be to the truth like a boat to a beach
dont get shipwrecked
but im broke god dammit
im brain dead
no spirit in my head
i was a pearl in her mouth
and she pushed me out
onto the wet sand
her face was a diamond
all jagged and shiny
her eyes were sniveling piglets
her nose a piece of salami
her lips were made of sand
I kissed them til she died
now im a dead ship
a temple in which all the monks have immolated
im parched to the point of splitting it
your name in the whisper of pines i can hear
in the seas, between the trees on the mountain my dear
every night i awake to your name in my ear
time to burn
time to lay on a wet towel and curse
I was a bud, it picked me
when even a hair could have cut me
Brash experimental electronic compositions from this Tulsa-based musician heavy on serrated sheets of sound that hiss and scald. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2023