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E D I T O R I A L This is a FAN-PDF about a band I love. This band is called Lungfish. The band does not exist anymore. In 2006 Lungfish went on seemingly permanent hiatus. The first concern of this PDF is pretty basic. I am a human being and almost every time I listen to Lungfish I am deeply touched, moved and changed by the music. You as a reader of this text are a human being as well which might experience similar things while listening to the music of Lungfish. If that happens we have a connection. Moreover the music & band are stand-ins for things I hold precious. They remind me of values & mindsets I long for. The music speaks to me on an aesthetic level of course. But equally important are the messages I receive from Lungfish which tickle my moral conscience. They remind me of artistic integrity. The need for religious outlet. Realness. They give me hope and articulate things which I thought can not be articulated. Maybe I am exaggerating & mythologizing but that’s legit because I am a fan. Fandom seems timeless and optimistic to me. When I get lost in it I feel alive. I can channel a lot of things through fandom. Joy. Compassion. Love. Spiritual yearning. When you are a fan you tend to mythologize. And that`s more than fine. Fandom is a productive outlet for projecting and creating new myths.
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The look and design of the FAN-PDF is a reference & salute to the old school hardcore fanzines from the 80’s. I tried to incorporate the graphic language of Lungfish too. They established and created their own signs & symbols. The design of the PDF can seem anachronistic at first. But hold on. Despite the odd combinations of letters and forms I tried to show how we communicate, write and receive text & information right now. In 2016. Contemporary ways of communication contain symbolic values like the old signs & symbols (which we are more conditioned and used to) as well. Add to that the fact that cultural products, images and forms become out of date and seem historic so fast that I find it necessary to highlight that questionable tendency. I would like to thank Daniel Higgs, Asa Osborne, Mitchell Feldstein, Sean Meadows, John Chriest & Nathan Bell for the music and you for reading. Alexander Winkelmann
The Lungfish band from Baltimore, Maryland performed and released albums on the Dischord Records label for more than 20 years...
The Baltimore band grew out of the ’80s Hardcore Movement, and over the next decade it would slowly transform into the genre’s shamanistic center.
Their music was repetitive, meditative, and cosmic.
A typical song would feature no chorus or bridge, only one cyclical guitar riff, while the band’s resident mystic, the imposing, bearded, shamanic Daniel Higgs, would issue lysergic declamations that sounded for all the world like some kind of scripture.
Their last album of new material is now 11 years old, and apart from the 2012 release of A.C.R. 1999 a “lost album” from years earlier, there’s been no activity from the band.
In spite of the current clamor for reunions of bands great and small Lungfish has remained silent.
THE LUNGFISH
For the first six or eight months we didn’t have any particular goals. We worked a lot of Dick Tuner, inventor of the Smile Machine. He would work with these tone generators and tape loops and things like that. Eric Meyers came and played Electric Scissors and an electrified metal door. It was just trying to make our own fun, basically. We played at Harvest Moon Vegetarian Restaurant, the Maryland Institute, the Hour Haus.
We weren’t interested in starting a band. We were just interested in playing some songs in a band situation. So we called up Asa and Mitchell and it just seemed to grow on its own. This was about 1988.
We had deference to one another in the band. It was not like a bunch of people soloing. There was a lot of listening. I found there‘s layers of listening as a musician. You can approach things on the surface but then you go deeper, play of the other person‘s emotions.
When we came into the room we paid attention to everybody else, as well as ourselves, and started to put the songs together. If it felt good to me and if it made sense then that‘s the way it went. If you were not comfortable with what you were playing, you shifted what you were playing until you could be. Sometimes Daniel‘s words would be great and we’ll have a song but if it was not getting it for him, maybe he would come up with different words. We would all do that. We shaped it together on our own until we came up with something we were all happy with.
The way I felt, I could write 60 million bass lines, and I could play the same bass line any number of different ways. I was not so fixed on it. Practice after practice we worked through a song, played it three times and started another one. When you had so many songs you didn’t have any of the tension of ‘This song is a great song and I love it and it has to be this way or I’m quitting.’
When you’re saying poetry aloud without music, there’s no constraints verbal-wise. But if you’re playing with music, if you want words to be with the music and not work against it. The melody and the rhythm are going to edit the words for you. Some words are just too much of a mouthful or too awkward. The music doesn’t shape the sentiments but it definitely shapes the sounds of the words.
I was not really too conscious of verbal theatrics. There wasn’t usually a punchline in our songs where there was one word or one phrase that was going to be emphasized because it was more important. Our songs tended to be not so many peaks and valleys, they were more straight across. We were not especially conscious of arranging songs so they were especially dynamic. We played what we thought would sound good. It was not like we were trying to milk or manipulate an emotional response for who we presumed might be listening.
When I thought of the music, I knew it as an entity.... I would hope it speaks to people, because it was speaking to us as we were making it. It would be telling us many things at once.... It took all four of us to listen, to take orders from it....
Well, it is true, we were working with ‚The Lungfish,‘. However, beyond its proverbial opulence, there was a benevolence which made itself manifest through a system of music. Quite frankly, I was surprised more people weren‘t working with his highest Gill, but I was of the understanding that the revealing of this source was an enigma.... Its threshold to this world came through Asa, and Daniel helped kind of channel the songs through like a midwife. Mitchell then spanked the little thing on its ass to get it breathing... my part has been to find the body by pushing the exoskeleton out a little bit....
There was a temptation to bring in all kinds of crazy new sounds but ultimately, we would stick with the guitars and drums.
If you and I were to become lifelong friends, I couldn’t tell you what I’m about in 20 years… I think I said in one song that they’re songs about music, which sounds overly simplistic at first, but when you think about it, it’s really not… We knew years ago that we wanted to hear the Lungfish music, but we didn’t know what it would sound like.
If you’ve never heard the song before, after several seconds you have heard the song, and it’s gonna do that for a few more minutes.
Here's the T.L.S. (Temporal Levitation Schematic)
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: : There‘s no fucking around with Lungfish. They continually sharpen the focus on the concept of ‚real.‘
N Lungfish to me is like a spring, a beautiful body of water that everybody should take a swim in. But nobody seems to know they exist and if they come across it they don‘t know if it‘s a safe place to jump in. It is fuckin‘ safe, jump the fuck in, people!
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O The genius of Lungfish is that you never ask yourself, “What does this guy mean?” You just seem to know, even if you really don’t. Right before the squirrel speaks to Dan in "Shed the World", he speaks of being “interrogated by the familiar.” What’s so special about Lungfish is how familiar they feel, even while they have always made music that is inimitable and flawless.
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Somebody once said to me ‘God, they play the same song over and over,’ and I thought Yeah, it’s so wonderful.
What a great song. I can’t think of a kinder gift to the world than doing something so nice so many times in a row.
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Come Clean Points of light Swear to mother seen a billion points of light I would like to pick a bouquet I would like to carve a crude crown If I could build a ladder high enough If I could climb the sky high enough I‘d tear it all down for you I‘d pull it all apart for you I built that ladder rung by rung Told you before I heard the song she sung I shoved my head through the clouds And you know the choir was loud Seen a whole lot of angels Seen a whole lot of motorcycle wheels Seen a whole lot of eyeball See a whole lot of babies now I got up this morning The blues were coming down Put Your Halo On It‘s about deceiving yourself It‘s about deceiving everybody else It‘s about vital compromise It‘s about living in the middle of a lie You gotta put your halo on Don‘t give a goddamn what you‘ve done I can‘t stand the sight of you without it You‘ve gotta put your halo on It‘s about saying the right thing It‘s about doing the right thing It‘s about just getting by It‘s about soul surviving You‘ve gotta put your halo on Don‘t give a goddamn what you‘ve done You promised me you‘d put your halo on You‘ve gotta put it on I can‘t face the world alone I‘m gonna sink like a stone It‘s about being in the right place It‘s about affixing your false face It‘s about existing without a trace It‘s about a fall from grace Ain‘t No Color Ain‘t no color like the color of you Never been a color like the color of you I close my eyes I see the color of you All the walls the color of you White is right Black is beautiful Red inside you Red is inevitable Not Only Long Ride Too High Not only long ride too high No more living a lie that‘s for sure Before approach you metamorphosize Kick in the iron hinged oak door Blind courage of a butterfly Soul jolt great weight far thrown You walk and crawl and you laugh and you cry Your head clear dark clouds wind blown Soot-sooty-soot-soo I trust the clock and the calendar I obey the laws of nature But there are things I‘m wanting to unlearn I got a list of books to burn We‘ll ascent for a good time You‘ll resonate in reply The erosion here is so beautiful Not only long ride too high Soot-sooty-sootsoo Parthenogenesis Gather round my little babies I‘ve got a tale to tell Mary Revolutionary The spontaneous generator Mary stick her fingers inside herself Manipulating her internal clay That baby cannot speak aloud But its telepathy is ringing truly And he said brothers and sister and enemies If I can‘t save you I‘ll take you all down with me Everlasting perpetual gestating She‘s pregnant with the ultimate weapon When the baby finally has a birthday It‘ll be a bomb day I have seen a miracle; Parthenogenesis Devilhead Devilhead putting devilhead on tonight The fit‘s just right and it straps on tight It‘s a big devilhead and it‘s black and it‘s red Everybody get back a big devilhead now Slipping into a devilhead trance Into the grip of its influence Mumbling no words no reason to rhyme Lock your doors cuz it‘s devilhead time I don‘t know what you‘re talking about Sorry but I don‘t know what you mean I can‘t interpret your babbling Sorry but I don‘t dig a devilhead scene Remove your head devilhead It might not come off ever again Nothing Is Easy I know the sky is falling Nothing is easy I know that I can‘t catch it Nothing is easy I know the weight is too great Nothing is easy I know that I can‘t hold it Yeah nothing is easy My fool heart I took a trip to the planetarium Nothing is easy Looked at the ceiling saw the stars and the sun Nothing is easy All inertia circles in decay Nothing is easy down the tree Put our heads together stick our heads together Put my hand in yours Yeah nothing is easy My fool heart Sky is falling down I see Nothing is easy I know that I can‘t hold it Nothing is easy You said nothing is forever I bought it Yeah nothing is easy My fool heart I went inside the conservatory No one said it‘s easy The air was sweet and it passed right through me Nothing is easy I ain‘t no evergreen Nothing is easy down the tree Hold my limb left hold my limb right Hold it to the sky saying: nothing was easy Fambly Lordy You got an old gold bone that‘s what I‘m told Lordy Get a tin cup and take a sip from the trickling drip Lordy Beat on your breast wake up your heart Lordy Radiant leg give a vigorous kick-start Lordy Get down on your human haunches Lordy Ignite your own neighborhood space launches Lordy Helmets on spears in hand Lordy At dawn we‘re marching on Spiritland Lordy Tuning into the Gospel hour Lordy A voice cracks open with devotion Lordy Every Sunday afternoon power
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Friend to Friend in Endtime Everything he thought he knew Was alive and too sound He was kicking over And the sound she made When she tried to keep quiet Was like kicking over Everything we saved Friend to friend in the Endtime She‘s full of regret But she treats me alright She‘s kicking it over We live with collision We strap ourselves in We‘re kicking over The space our place is in Well I‘ll come to grips if I do I‘ll make amends if I do Friend to friend in the Endtime I put you in my way You put me in your way We‘re kicking over I repeated what I thought you said Before I knew what you really said I‘m kicking over Stripped of my allegiance Friend to friend in the Endtime I want you water in my water Just shy of threatening Kicking over I wanted to give to get some It‘s all poor judgement It‘s all one government We‘re kicking over It‘s all one head with a face on it Friend to friend in the Endtime Friend befriends friend in the Endtime Broadcast The hand is gone But the grips remains The eye is gone But the gaze remains The brain is gone But the idea remains And when the feet are gone The path will still remain The lung is gone But the breath remains The heart is gone But the beat remains The throat is gone But the voice remains And when the mouth is gone The word will still remain The nerves are gone But the signal remains The veins are gone But the river remains The knee is gone But the joint remains And when the spine is gone The junction will remain The skull is gone But the house remains The hips are gone But the seed remains The womb is gone But the vacuum remains And when the mind is gone The broadcast will still remain So thankful receiving it So thankful retrieving it So thankful to walk through it So thankful to breath it in I‘m so thankful I‘m walking Thankful to be treading the face of this earth With you all Descender I saw her climb the 13th rung I heard her singing the song she sung I caught the flower that she flung I saw a paper tab burning on her tongue She‘s an angel you‘ll agree Biggest damn halo that you‘re ever gonna see He mouth roars her eye shine If you‘re painfully honest you can stand in her light, man I saw her blow her fragile fuse I tried to crack her code but it was no use She‘s concentrating on levitation Her body burst into violet hues I took a look at her tattered shoes I offered her mine but she refused She said: I want these cuts on my feet, man gotta become sensitive as I can She reached down put some trash in her hair, man She don‘t wonder and she don‘t ponder She keeps walking but she never wanders The tiny cuts in your skin They let a little fresh air in You dilate your opening And when it starts to gush: START TO SING I saw her bleed I saw her kneel I don‘t pretend to understand What she is feeling I saw her rise A golden ray of light Appeared between her eyes She rose above the gathering crowd The sky was dark and the weather was loud She coalesced up in the cloud She converted my without a word Her churchbell heartbeat was all I heard Samuel You lay your hands You lay your hands on You put your foot down You put it down on the overground We followed you But you refused a trail All you need is a ray of weightless sunshine To fill your sail Samuel It‘s so good to see you Making you own way It‘s so good to see somebody save a little sunshine put away for a rainy day Samuel Seen a lantern swinging Down in the tunnel About a two hour walk down the railroad line To Camden Yards in the dark You take a fishing line And a sewing needle I thought I saw popping out of the top of your head A cathedral steeple Kissing To be so agile To twist without authority or respect Face off with all reflection Confront the mundane manifest I‘m going through the motion I got too far ahead of myself I smothered my conviction I got too far ahead of myself I thought my torch was burning I held aloft a cold branch I thought my path was shining I was walking on outstretched hands I‘m a whole lot of I don‘t knows I try to stave off the I don‘t cares My feet begin to lead me I could sleep anywhere So what I have to say today And what I‘ve got left to stand on Is that I am a random system I‘m an ill connected pattern I am a behavior That could have been your own Reveal me My Fool Heart Oh my My Fool Heart I wish you were a brand new start We take the lies and we break them apart Trying to identify the hidden target Oh my My fool heart I wish you were a go-cart We take off running down a hill Making turns too tight until we spill it over Oh my My fool heart I wish you were a walk through the park Birds singing and trees creaking Shoes I could fill that never needed breaking in Oh my My fool heart I wish you were a manifold part Galvanized and weatherized You got you 4-wheel drive to spiritualize it Oh my My fool heart I wish you were a torch burning in the dark The faces of the assassinated Smiling calmly and sedated One Face We share one face Non Dual Bliss She called me on the phone She could tell by the sound of my voice I was sitting home all alone She said to me in a whispering tone: Do you believe? Do you believe in liberation? Can you understand liberation? Are you afraid of liberation? I am afraid of liberation I admit I‘m afraid She sent me a letter I got it in the mail I broke the seal And I read that letter She had beautiful handwriting She had a beautiful hand She had beautiful handwriting And this is what I read: Do you believe in liberation? Can you understand liberation? Are you afraid of liberation? I am afraid of liberation I admit I‘m afraid She saw me on the street She tugged at my shirtsleeve She handed me a leaflet I put it in my pocket I was doing my laundry I checked my pocket I produced the leaflet Which I proceeded to read Do you believe in liberation? Can you understand liberation? Are you afraid of liberation? I am afraid of liberation I admit I‘m afraid She knocked on my front door Got me out of bed I turned on my porch light I looked out my peep hole I seen her starting to jerk I seen her starting to shake I seen her about to spill over When she started to speak she said: Do you believe? Put Your Hand in My Hand Put your hand in my hand And look me in the eye when you‘re talking to me Put your hand in my hand And look me in the eye Will you join me way out? I said will you join me way out?
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Mother Made Me My mother made me a pair of arms She said put them on My mother made me a pair of eyes She said put them in My mother made me a pair of feet She said try them on She sewed up her graft inside of me She put a brain in my head This sidewalk leads to the city These tracks lead to the country This road leads to the harbor Where your grandmother swam She put a brain in my head Son, outlive me Son, save your face Son, buy right Son I put a brain in your head Ride down to the harbor Where your grandmother swam Throw her some sugar down I put a brain in your head Ride the tracks to the country You said the trees cut up your clothing Walk around on your elbows You‘ll think you‘re flying low I put a brain in your head I embroidered the back of your eyelids Like a nurse would I‘ll show you a cube a tetrahedron I‘ll show you a glassy pond Laugh all you want I put a brain in your head Son, outlive me Son, snap your fingers Son, I‘m falling forward I can‘t find a name For what I‘m living out I put a brain in your head Abraham Lincoln Will you resist the burning urge to burn? will you refuse your right to choose your type of execution? that cushion that you‘re sitting on he held her head to his head and he said he held her head against his head and he said she held his head against her head raise the flag—the ship is sinking what‘s gonna free you to see? we‘re out of time—start kicking what‘s gonna free you to see what you were always free to see through there‘s a movement on the water covered up by air and water there‘s a movement to sum it up in a word there‘s a movement to sum it up in a word Animal Man That boy became a man he‘s got to get to heaven as fast as he can he‘s got to get to heaven as fast as he can that man he plant a seed which grew into a tree now he climbed its highest branch we seen him climb its highest bough and he wast fastened there suspended in the air he could not have cared less a mile in the air the birds were pleased to finally meet the bird man the fish were pleased to finally meet the fish man the bugs were pleased to finally meet the bug man the viruses were pleased to finally meet the virus man the rocks were pleased to finally meet the rock man the sky, it was pleased to finally meet the sky man the truth, it was pleased to finally meet the truth man but the truth man lied and that‘s all right the children, they were pleased to finally meet the child man the men, they were pleased to finally meet the man man the women, they were pleased to finally meet the woman woman and the people, they were pleased to finally meet the people man an example of the people, man come to the people the people, man this life I‘m living is a vision I‘m having the life you‘re living is a vision you are having and if this vision is such a blessed thing we‘ve got to see the blessing in everything life—living vision—having Fresh Air Cure The word I heard—cream in your coffee, hon the word I heard—nothing is easy, hon the word I heard—seeing is believing, hon the word I heard—you‘re gonna crash and burn the word I heard—round trip or one way, hon the word I heard—how long you gonna stay, hon the word I heard—careful what you say, hon the word I heard in front of the infant nation if I‘d know you‘d be an astronaut who‘d figured you‘d grow up to be an astronaut I‘d been a stone mason if I‘d known you‘d grow up to be a messenger who‘d figured you‘d turn out to be a messenger if I‘d know you‘d been a messenger I‘d been a firefighter things never have been wronger or righter things have never been hotter or brighter I keep waking up, I‘m halfway there I live my life just barely aware I‘m living the merciless I‘m living in the irrevocable I‘m living in a headlock I‘m living in the unforgiving just about right here I‘m always just about right now I live in the right here I live in the right now I keep waking up after I get done waking up I get to peeling I get to cracking up I get to blistering I get to twistering I start to bend and break I start to lurch and lunge I start to bolster and brace I start to crave and cringe I keep waking up, I‘m halfway there I live my life just barely aware I‘m always just about right here I‘m always just about right now I don‘t sense time elapsing awash in the action we put our feet against the jungle we put the corn in the car we waited for the roads to spread we dove under and we fashioned presidents from carbon and water ownership was an inside job like rainbows from atoms like a soothing balm smeared on a dead branch like a mountain born of a single thrust like hair around the mouth like buoyant external lungs like bush scrub and sandstone like trumpet dust like a genetic pact like conceived borders fortified like nothing personal Creation Story Paranoia warped into a gravity. Which spread a smothering blanket on an evolutionary launch pad. Vision was tested on blank sky and voice said, „Let me tell you about the time that something occurred.“ Medication caused an ear to hear and a conflict of interpretation arose. Landscapes were drawn from a plague of particles, and the burden was distributed. The law would return as inflated skins. While music initiated architecture. Animals, living through a velocity of fear began to modify their behavior to comply with human observation. Thus dropping a keystone into the eggshell honeycomb of anthrocentric history since. As for the plants, they had been with the music. Science procured a steepled shell dressed for immortality, hollow to hold the music. Emotion repelled all opinion and refused to consider it‘s origin. Apples happened bringing acids and enzymes, the spinning recorder disguised as an endless bouquet. Things became erotic at the drop of a hat. A tyrant placed an apple on a table and lorded over it. As a fish realized it held a monkey inside itself and expelled it on the beach in a larval salamander form. The voters clamored for more circles and the whole rig began to rotate. Books were used for fuel and money and everybody was writing them. The planets turned inside out to expose their freight. No charges were pressed because all involved agreed that they could die. These are secrets a world sung to me truer than the truth. A young order of birds that eats the eyes of believers. Science predicted forms of worship and reveled in them.An orgy of mutation took place for many years. Between stones, near water, and inside clouds. The people bound their feet with the skins of the animals to trample their own cities and each other. They developed external organs like guns and television sets. They believed that they owned things. One mind in a generation will hear the eternal broadcast of the voice saying, „Let me tell you about the time that something occurred.“ And that mind‘s body will be strapped down and that body‘s mind will subject to testing or electric currents rippled through the brain. But the music pervades. It was music that gave the shove. And resolved in music we shall breathe. It was children that crafted a parent. And resolved in children we shall live. Axiomatic If and when my voice was splitting we fall to come to get with you cracking heads that smile refracted a song slips past a cage—the rent gets paid never felt so sane we fall to come to get with you something in the gut is tearing a uniform for mocking freedom if and when a well lit coffin rumors of a new dawn breaking take you name never felt so sane we fall to come to get with you a pile of bread and a heap of blankets an x-ray of a hand that‘s signing a lease on life between the badges the vehicle is fit and sterile brave like eggs never felt so sane we fall to come to get with you we‘re in the maps—we‘re in the phones we‘re in the waving hand tuning the reflector on the identification cards we‘re in the tire tread—we‘re in the filament to give us confusion to state the obvious Open House There‘s one place we‘re all going yet to be disproved call it the light or a candy bribe you can‘t stop moving toward it it‘s a suction-magnet-maze where you recline and become unmade when the dirt hits your face you part like water and the rope that drops you down is the smoke that chokes you out the anthem you snuck on his airplane disguised as an orchard and if you think you‘re living now wait til you rub the grain on the opposite ugliest side of a beautiful membrane when he steps up to speak he‘ll be wearing crossed hairs or concentric circles depending on your vision point your spiny mind aimed in all directions give it a loving nudge give it an early warning know your uniform be brave in your uniform be just in your uniform stay warm in your uniform 8.14.2116 Learned to count by match light nourished by a simple plastic bag the material of ghost shoes sought like saffron and pounded so small that bird neck landing and the tears of its wings landing learned to read by a ration of light nothing comes to the faithless firsthand yet all we crave won‘t save us on the other side don‘t let your land hand know what your right hand is doing don‘t let your right hand know what your left hand is going through things got oddly real got a sudden feeling gotta take the wheel back I can‘t say I‘m awake yet don‘t count on me to stay awake yet sustained by a simple scent sprung from molecular pegboard in the two-way cage of a laboratory in the sub-basement beneath the official union barber shop where those who are sometimes called pigs get shaved nothing comes to the faithless firsthand yet all we crave won‘t save us on the other hand don‘t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing don‘t know your right hand know what your left hand is going through we will crawl over the walls we will become manifest any time and every time we so choose and we will persevere it won‘t be like money anymore You Might Ask Me What I might reply: nothing but so neural and nervous oh so neural and nervous oh and you might ask me what I might reply: nothing but that wing on your head that bell in your bed—agitated you might ask me why I might reply I‘m just trying to get by locked into that locked-out sensation a confession penned by the hand to the mouth of the fear of being eaten you might ask me what and I might reply: we‘re ready already Seek Sound Shelter Some will simply say some will take their time some will sway unswervingly some will take no ticket no number some will hold their palms out some will hide their hands many get sick many become confused seek sound shelter observe the time the rule when choosing beauty from the beautiful I stand by waiting on an impulse that I am prepared to act upon when it had never not been now I am prepared to walk upon it if I had a dime for every time I had a dollar many get sick many become confused
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Cleaner Than Your Surroundings If you were to become Cleaner than your surroundings We‘ll take our meal in motion We‘ll sacrifice our shoe string Tamp and load the barrel The oath is chewed and swallowed Prepared to play the coward and The pusher and the poker The glands that keep us thieving Telling lies apologizing For our love of country Dirt and tree bug river Blue jay chair leg Parking meter pinwheel sport coat Rudder bucket telescopic I mean my denomination I mean I point my finger and It shoots I mean how many Ways can you say your heart Has been smeared apart These songs about music I mean A of living tissue I mean How many ways can you say that You are speaking I mean A 3rd cousin‘s lost address I mean I think my tooth is talking I mean I wear a human skin They all shouted Hallelujah When the jackpot burst wide open Likewise straightaway for a long time They came on in insurrection When the jackpot exploded last night Likewise straightaway for a long time They joined hands to fool the foolish While the jackpot was brimming over Likewise straightaway for a long time They stuffed the gift down their pants While others were deprived of their last fair chance Likewise straightaway for a long time Washing Away It‘s all over your world It‘s all around your town Inside and outside And upside down I‘d like to walk straight up to you And say hello maybe I‘d like to walk straight up to you And decompose maybe I pay people and people pay me Invisible bugs all over our skin Testicles and ovaries Billions of hairs, mountains of teeth Wishing for a washing away The collar that I cinched around The tree that tried to bleed A bloody portrait of your veins There is not proof that‘s plain Gravity‘s influence On vibrating columns of air The proteins in the mud With all your could and should Wishing for a washing away One species smile is anothers ache To pray for a button or a lever And a command to set things straight The amount of the grocery bill will remain a map for a minute still The entrails go skinny When exposed to public air Wishing for a washing away The american clock prescription goes Free for those in need so Grab your groin and shout eat me all up I‘m flying in my sleep At Liberty to Say The Trap gets set The trap gets set When the bait gets laid Your music falls just shy of shame We will repair history as we agreed Bathing in the ray that we retrieved Plain as a day old sense of direction Were flawed in our own estimation The trap gets set When the bait gets laid Your music falls just shy of shame Were flawed in our own estimation We get slender for the wide and spacious The bubble wall gives and takes us A measure of the charge that shakes us The trap gets set When the bait gets laid Your music falls just shy of shame In the envelope of physical lust We choose a day to pass away if we must Pay out the nose for trafficking sights and sounds When the bait gets laid The trap gets set When the bait gets laid Your music falls just shy of shame The trap gets set When the bait gets laid Your music falls just shy of shame Computer On the one hand you‘ve got the law On the other hand you‘ve got the law If a breastbone at the center Is all that you claim you saw Your forehead smacks the wall As you try to enter Between the unmarked doors in The middle of the center We can do no worse than The weather‘s plan to know all crime Survive beyond survival Outside the suck of time Split the third you cleave to Weave the seam that you ravel The diagram you‘ll witness As you sharpen up your shovel Chew your breath - bide your time Pick some words to shed behind Slow up to a humane pace Pledge allegiance to outer space Highway Sweetheart A wilderness in a pill A narcotic in a breeze A fiber-optic birdcall Provides direction and speed The dirt is moving From ditch to pile The devil in your breath The lemur in your smile Your thumbs and fingers Poking higher A rubber river flows From burning tires This is the bone bag My mother gave to me And the judging number My father carved for me O highway sweetheart I‘m learning how to trust my mouth I‘m colliding how to step aside I‘m learning to speak the english I‘m learning to step colliding Collect, process, digest Expel, discard, dissolve Pushing apart the snack food Pushing apard the perfume Daily new holes open up on palm pallette Sole they grant escape Tresspass to whatever element or action Can be blamed For irreversible initiative Symptomatic of syndromes and covenants O highway sweetheart Astronatu‘s Prayer Would you bet your life that The sun will rise tomorrow? Would you bet your life that The sun will rise tomorrow? The sun will eat our children Would you bet your life that The sun will eat our children The sun will rise tomorrow? The sun will eat our children Idiot Vehicle Dead blind naked Invisible chosen idiot vehicle Take me to your leader Hey chain of circumstance Hey turbulent vector ray Nothing funny happened here A credit check and a trial by fear I was a body vomiting Then I joined the academy I shuffled through a humanhood The porcelain wheels of anatomy Concentric germs that animate The animal brain to radiate A reflex chain of navigation To guide a body through taxing spaces Love is a slogan - hatred is its prize It destroys its hosts to survive If momentum is your pleasure One inside the other If direction is your comfort One inside the other If speed is your consolation One inside the other If size grants you distance One inside the other Take me to your leader One inside the other One Way All the Time Gorilla Monsoon The Evidence Judgement condemnation Trial and tribulation Lock, keys, one way streets Schedules, game plans Mouth to mouth, hand to hand The systematic disciplines Of expressing understanding Are all that were offered me Here are my findings This is the evidence This song bears witness To the total science Hard to soft or soft to gone If you're outside the lingo If you're outside the jargon You talk beyond a system You're talking out of turn I've got my calculus I've got my calipers I've got my scopic monitor I've got my own I've gone figuring I've gone ciphering I've gone recording and reporting Here are my findings This is the evidence This song bears witness To the total science Hard to soft or soft to gone The covered track Of an invisible regime Perhaps they tell me what to sing Perhaps they tell me what to sing Terminal Crush Dual cones of vision sweep The circumstance of action speed You sense a world is happening Chewing holes in your decisioning Oversee your excavation Tools for sleeping without waking The arbor labor union roster A barren seed a field of feeding Pockets of erosion aching Something in my ear is clicking Something near my hip is twitching The end is near is normally easy To the tune of rational reasoning We're born to suck off our extremities With lazy quickness and efficiency Our hands we shake Swollen with pills Skin friction apocalyptish All sure things bad weather music Waiting for the stink of warning Friends for life lost in language Ejaculate in zero gravity Maybe spread a message awkwardly Get happily married, blow your head off Tow the line, donate your time To purposeless decay If you examine your perimeter Scrutinize your periphery And it all checks out A.O.K. 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Constellations To whom you were born When and where and to whom you were born Call it pointless if you want A love song sung from the stunted heart Shivering shins of broken light Pair off and lie down nothing‘s wrong Everything is all right When and where and to whom you were born A jingle heralds the idea A slogan grants it a speaking voice Its motto echoes across sea and sky Pair off and lie down nothing‘s wrong Everything is all right When and where and to whom you were born Pair off and lie down nothing‘s wrong Everything is all right Jonah I beseech your long locust leg Lust against a cloak of organs I beseech yout high ground drowning rain In clouds of colored smokey vapors I beseech your secret number and name The power of a single dollar The power of the pinky finger Wages of sin There‘s evidence of further proof It‘s world war three take to the trees The ghost will give us room to grow An extra head to take the bullet So we may speak in trinity Champions of sin Stand up or sit down, quit fooling around Jonah I beseech your long locust leg I beseech your high ground drowning rain I beseech your secred number and name Agents of sin Solid State The arching beast - limb - vulva singing Upside-down and backwards The map of mighty tunnels The seat of the neck-wrist office Repairs made to the perfect Golden filth expelled at roadside The seam that splits us lengthwise The slit in the secret stump is saying What is considered living The thinking flesh is bending The invisible keeps blaring The hit-list is a role call The lamb grooms the viper The whistle of the meadow A hand thrust in a hole Spawning in the wind What the trees know is no-one‘s business Hungry for colored tablets The ledger is in the bunker A single name and a single figure Braid it with a ribbon Powder it with ashes Cleave it with a garden spade Tell it on the radio Gasp and sigh and snore and sneeze Cough and laugh and burp and wheeze The blueprints fashing in your dreams Egg grain exploding seed The cleft brain the wide away The local disaster update A jahr of coins a bag of rocks A family portrait in a wallet If songs are what you keep And sitting up is how you sleep in motion Having been the one to come undone And do things wrong for the right world X-ray the Pharaoh A ball of string The embroidered flower The resting place of the zero hour The gaseous phase The utility knife The mason bag The catheter The saw tooth and the creek clay The truth serum The sound you say The dung stove and the handshake Tha landing strip on the glowing lake The hair pill The memorial cloud The stiff neck to the internal town The church pew at the landfill The buzzards meet on the poison hill The devil sweeps the highway O let me hear the sound you say Skylab The inhabited cave Chaced by ghosts from coast to coast Bury me in my overcoat Sway me with the sound you say The ball-point pen to the notebook page A drink of tap water and a promise made I‘ll be back in a year or two Don‘t wait for me I wouldn‘t wait for you Depth of field going flat The map puts me where I‘m at I miss you in a chemical But most of all I miss the sound you say Signpost The way is wide My all the time ghost bride There is no warning sign To make how clear the way is wide But if you‘ll be my signpost Alone in my bed I dreamt that words are excrement Piled high in barricades To fortify a haunted head But if you‘ll be my signpost The way is gone It shined until it blew apart There is no warning sign To make how clear the way is far But if you‘ll be my signpost As I wanderered on the moon Lost in uncharted neighborhoods My air was ticking out My water gone to vapor But if you‘ll be my signpost Your face at the window Your magnet pointer pointing Your bug leg finger bringing Your sky bell clapper ringing But if you‘ll be my signpost From the arctic ocean floor To the molten iron core There is no warning sign To make how clear the way is torn But if you‘ll be my signpost Sphere of Influence Refuse state or nation Refuse god or devil Refuse birth or death Refuse right or left Refuse up or down Refuse lost or found Refuse name or number Refuse flag or banner Refuse hemispheres Refuse the passing of years There‘s a place behind your face For which there is no map A place behind your face More savage than space Refuse thought or theory Refuse to be burned or buried Refuse fear or worry Refuse to be ordered Refuse to be obeyed Refuse to justify Refuse to explain Deny all that you‘re doing Deny al that you say Refuse to come to grips Refuse to not fade away You can‘t change your mind About anything anymore The Cipher Sweet space deliver me O sidewalk I stride for you Give me what I must not keep To cross the last day wide and deep The cipher it ruins steady here Sin saliva sing Sway salvation say Swing survival song Hock the last day away The cipher runs steady here A little purple grain of sand Keeping watch on the witness stand The trigger in the puff of smoke Not much happens when you pull it That is the nature of its force Not much happens when you pull it Panic and Hysteria The miraculous obsolete The speech of the half-extinct The involuntary grin The foundation of the dimension that We live in The trunk or torso Its slow map moving O the naked neck hole Feels its first sunlight There is a seam Which splits the body lengthwise If it should tear You just got married Smooth skin of numerals A wedding performed at a funeral The people greet the people The crossroads at the steeple Panic and Hysteria Constellations
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Indivisible Death to Long live Love and hate Forever Death to Long live Love and hate
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Forever Death to Long live Love and hate Forever Death to Long live Love and hate Forever You Did Not Exist I am them an we are me A head and a tail with no body in between Upon that bluff to the east As the sun hangs in the west Misinformation is good But broken promises work best Do you recall when You did not exist? A torn veil is the only cover No thicker than a magazine The nostrils of the scavengers The body, the shack, and the latrine From earth to mouth to intestine The industry of the sane Do you recall when You did not exist? Funnel in an ciphon out Full now and hungry again Vital wants and useless needs I am them and we are me Do you recall when You did not exist? E:fu Urania Organ Harvest A remedy for the single brained A therapy for the lonely born Sound asleep in the daily grave Rocking and rolling from dusk to dawn Power mad in the coital bed The two halves of your thinking head Joined cleft about a central gland That for now we‘ll call your native land A fragrant herd of hungry flames In fixed circles our cells migrate The spectrum is a fraction of A conical pulse of unseen rays Each ray cast out from the central name Plotting a course through phase and state A seed adrift on a stagnant wave Shining the features off your face Yellow Sun As soil through the worm There is no right way to turn Eat and breathe and copulate Sleep and dream and defecate Underwater blind cave larva The strategy to simply drift If every mother is a daughter The sand of space through time is sifted Red light from a yellow sun Zero times one million tons Remain as near the borer now As concentric thresholds will allow William Fuld Tick Tock North, south, east and west Front to back and right to left Stop and go, fast and slow Half and whole, shrink and grow In and out and up and down City, county, country, town Push and pull, open and close Ears and mouth and eyes and nose Big and small, short and tall Light and dark, rise and fall Tick Tock Cut to fit the Mouth Fill the Days Fill the days with significant waste Fill the days with meaningful refuse Fill the days with interesting things to say Fill the days with a gradual decay Fill the days with habitual ways of being Fill the days with ingrained ways of seeing Fill
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the days inhaling and exhaling Fill the days counting to one million Fill the days with a day‘s worth of events Fill the days with a time earned and spent Fill the days these are our next to last Move through the days on autopilot Blessed, blessed oblivion Sin to Love
Black Helicopters Oppress Yourself In body and in name with honor and with shame by number and by worth through logic and the absurd through breath and through pulse in motion and at rest through matter and through vacuum by trial and by test Oppress yourself Through organs of sound through organs of sight through monitors of temperature with meters of light bridges crossing water bridges crossing land subterranean rivers seeping through the sand Oppress yourself Hanging from the ceiling eating off the floor reaching without fear conquer without force the lion begins to bleat the lamb begins to roar disintegration by the dozens evaporation by the scores Oppress yourself Amnesiac Love will ruin your Mind Love will ruin your mind Love will ruin your mind And if love is all you hope to find Then love will ruin your mind Love will ruin your mind Love will ruin your mind Love leaves bodies entwined Then love will ruin your mind Love will ruin your mind Love will ruin your mind Love is a symptom of time Then love will ruin your mind Ann the Word This is the last song I sung - I was stalked by echoes I wore amphibian skin My eyelashes fell out I slept with informants I had no true country A small part of me died I vomited up a blinking eye The bills were piling up Lingo, slang, and doublespeak I lost my keys The world vanished In a gentle breeze Slip of Existence In this time of confusion We must get more lost still At this time in question We must get more lost still In this time of judgement We must get more lost still In this time of ideas in action We must get more lost still Femininization Masculinization Hermaphroditization Asexualization In this time of reflection We must get more lost still In this time of decision We must get more lost still In this time of collapsing We must get more lost still In this slip of existence We must get more lost still Unitheanimisticallization Extraphysiopsychic Navigation Anthrotranslimbonic Spatialization Geosonic Omnistatic Vocalization Free State Truth Cult Shed the World By coincidence I was bystanding Interrogated By the familiar When a squirrel said In a dialect „Don‘t shun the world. Shed it“ I walked alone A public path And I observed the birds They were taking a bath They sung in code But the message clear „Don‘t shun the world. Shed it“ I had a drink At the concession stand There was a dog digging Through a garbage can He whispered low But I could understand „Don‘t shun the world. Shed it“ I watched the ships As they arrived The waves lapping At the harborside And like a sleeping choir They gently cried „Don‘t shun the world. Shed it“ Theres nothing left to do But go and ask the trees About the shedding of the world Do you agree? Their leaves rustled In the breeze And they replied Authoritatively „Don‘t shun the world. Shed it“ If anyone you meet Does not believe it You tell them the talking trees They have decreed it Pray for the Living Pray for the living and Pray for the dead Pray for the never born and Pray for the unmade Pray for the living and Pray for the dead Pray for the sleeping and Pray for the awake Pray for the living and Pray for the dead Pray for the demented and Pray for the sane Pray for the living and Pray for the dead Pray for intersecting lines and Pray for changing shapes Light for All
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Space Orgy I am everywhere all the time You will know me by my smell East-West on the greyhound line Tracing invisible trails Here is my head in a Lucite box You will know me by my frequency Here is my footprint on the face of Mars In the Year of Our Lord, 10, 000 B.C. It‘s later than I thought it could get I lust in brand new ways I loiter below the weather clock To await the appointed day When the bibles rise in the urban skies And combust in electric flames The birds sustain a monotone drone Until we forget our names These dreams we dream in common You know the ones where we eat our organs That dream is the last reminder That dream is the final warning Those who heed greet those who defy Those who admit salute those who deny And rise to a certain altitude Where the divided mind is nullified Choose your choice at the chosen time Remove your face at the designated place Peel your skin at the beginning, friend It will be returned at the end Labor and toil and trial and task The nature of which depends who you ask One thing is certain This much is clear The first day is looming The last day is near The bibles maintain a monotone drone The birds coalesce in a human form Its stride is a worldwide broadcast As all earthly species exhale Peel your mind at the middle Furnish the newfound void You are inside out at Antiquity A monument to be destroyed I marched in a wedding on the Equinox My cheek pouch full of coins Here is my liver in a lead-lined box Here is my egg and seed conjoined I pledge to stand at attention I pledge to never swerve I pledge to sing 1,000 more songs In confusion I shall serve Web of Mirrors Searchlight Transactive reciprocity Equal pressure applied The fixed point of the transient The ventricle of the sky Searchlight search, searchlight bright Searchlight shine and seek Observe the inevitable Yield to certainty Cellular intelligence Absorption by degrees to exist is to comply Elimination by degrees Searchlight search, searchlight bright Searchlight shine and seek Observe the inevitable Yielt to certainty The pelvis is cyclopean The throne of the compound eye The inevitable will not fade away The certain will not stand aside Vulgar Theories There‘s a ghost in the womb There‘s a womb in the brain A brain in the soil Dissolving in the rain Rain upon the ocean face A face on the palm of a human hand A hand that swallows empty space To nourish the time that we withstand There‘s time enough to save and keep To save the signs that rise in steep To mimic the pigs and mimic the sheep To marvel at the high and steep There‘s a distance to the end There‘s an end to distance‘s reach Reach to push to come to know How to sow and what to reap There are fruits that we have borne Gone rotting and unrecognized Recollect a memory Of sentient orbs in a sentient sky There‘s a sky the faithful find Space that speaks to listening time Join and sunder - sever and bind The junction of two parallel lines There is a trace that is sought to seek 10, 000 years pass in a week Lately it has become clear - The weak are strong and the strong are weak Not to say that all is reversed And not to say that all is cursed Not to disfgure and not to pervert: Praise Praise Praise God‘s Will God‘s Will Not Yours Not Mine God‘s Will Not Yours Not Mine God‘s Will Not Yours Not Mine God‘s Will Not Yours Not Mine God‘s Will Not Yours Not Mine God‘s Will Not Yours Not Mine God‘s Will Not Yours Not Mine God‘s Will Not Yours Not Mine Mated When marigolds fall from your pores And magpies burst from your throat You will be speaking in future tongues You will be wearing backwards Coat And we will be mated When you are sitting unaware Tracing circles in the air And if they spin upon their axex And blossom into spheres Then we will be mated On the scalp of the sun We will find a sign inscribed Of the triple genitalia As if to remind us That we will be mated When our children resort to lies When Baltimore begins to rise When you hear the inhuman cries Do not avert your eyes We will be mated Metatron The navel sprouts a ladder beam A column of ash and a piller of dust The pelvis awaits the sinking skull Descending in degrees of lust What believers believe and seers have seen In their hearts and brains and livers and spleens From leaf to branch to bow to trunk A cycle of filth burning clean The iris sprouts an open gate A point of exit and entering Where crossroads cross and continue along The planet‘s curve and the planet‘s swing What thinkers have thought and knowers have known In their nerves and veins and hairs and bone A tomb of encyclopedias The moon relays what the sun has shone The urethra sprouts a mirrored Bell That rings and reflects simultaneously Hovering like a dragonfly Above the levitating trees What the doomsdayers and the naysayers say In their guts and thighs and vertebrae From stone to soil to root to trunk The miracle of mutation Sands of Time Return to the Caves Hallucinatorium My wife has a head of smoke My wife has a leg of flame My wife has a hand of bone My wife has a silent name My husband walks upon the walls My husband is ten miles tall My husband is the atmosphere My husband is a living prayer My daughter sleeps up in the trees My daughter is a complex creed My daughter keeps a shaft of light My daughter moves in degrees of might My son has invisible eyes My son laughs as though he cries My son maintains a perpetual stride My son wanders in dreams at night My sister waits behind the moon My sister binds her mind in books My sister‘s voice must crush the sun My sister snaps the shepherd‘s crook My brother‘s face is a hexagon My brother revolves at increasing speed My brother heals as he harms My brother decries what he has decreed My mother excretes a reality My mother puts her torch to sleep My mother spreads her ribcage wide To guide the trumpet blast inside My father is my mother‘s bride My father resides in rocks and stones My father has fins and wings and claws My father is my husband‘s throne.
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The Words A gown conceals a fist at rest The fist emits a straight soundbeam The beam supports a dome of flesh The flesh is a flag trampled and worn The flag suffers an emblem of waste The emblem embroidered by embryo fins The fins of the king wound in gauze The king is a costume worn by the queen The queen is a room without ceiling or floor The room is Infested with microphones The microphones wilt in a silent wave A wave of bliss driven by fear The fear is the hair on the skin of the soul The soul is a portion of wandering time The time espies a dormant gland The inert gland welcomes extinction The extinct the elect the chosen the true The truth regarding this sequence of words The wards the words the words the words The word is a gavel prowling the sea The sea greets the sewer with a perfect kiss The kiss embalmed for state display The state as defined by broken minds The mind a concentric mirror maze The mirror swirling begins to drain A drain sucking at its own remains There remains an echo migrating through space The echo draped in a bridal gown The gown reveals a fist of vapor The vapor fractures into alphabets The alphabets align to form the words The words the words the words the words The Way O the way you navigate the chain of days O the way your bloody bones hang suspended O the way that you rotate your world about you O the way you collapse into transparency O the way you guide and lead us when you are gone O the way you peel your words apart O the way you swim through yourself inside—out and down O the way your simulacrum waits around O the way you perforate our perception O the way you evolute and authoritize O the way you lie about the color of the sky O the way you triplicate and you trinitize O the way you crystallize in salt pit tombs O the way you swallow your head O the way you take human shape and walk on all fours O the way you distribute yourself in a tablet form From which you abstain Necrophones All Day and All Night Long Hey see say said Who saw what fled From far away To illustrate And to display That which has not Yet been seen but Nonetheless has Been sung aloud Above below Amongst the crowd Of holding hands And hearing ears That hear and hold As sounds unfold All day and all night long Sing slay invent Maim to maintain To raise to rise To float to fly To disappear And become clear Clearly we are here To see by the light Of a sun now dead And of a sun now gone Yet shining still All day and all night long Its tentacles Move synchronized To spread so thin As to enclose All space all time All life all mind All day and all night long Blue Sky Blue sky rise dawn Putrefied deep underground Blue sky turn around Your underside spread open wide Blue sky decompose The creeping sleep of surrender grows Blue sky divide the light Arrange the glow in even rows Blue sky emanate Occultify and revelate Blue sky say the name In a mob of clouds drunk with rain Blue sky expose your seam Knit together with elastic screams Blue sky pass through me I will pass through you if you allow me to Blue sky wax and wane Indulge in that from which you abstain Blue sky beautiful Abstain from that in which you indulge Hanging Bird Hanging bird hang on high and sway Celestial drug belt spin The epoch erased from history Standing by ready to begin Curled up defensive beneath the bridge Stay close together and follow the flame If we sleep we will surely forget But if we awake we must separate Execute the experiment Hanging bird hang on high and sway The message received and the message sent Scatter the ashes of patriot saints Splinter the door but be forewarned Your heart is its hinge and your brain is its knob And if it should open through strife and through strain O hanging bird hang on high and sway On the other side you will find All of the tears you never cried Organized according to Salinity and color and size Shapes in Space Shapes in space display their grace The mind entwines all sound in time All creeping things and those that sleep A cosmic carcass of pregnant eyes A line extends to intersect As points disperse to imply a plane Shapes arranged in the shape of space That we may harvest the name from the named The name gives shape to shapeless states This name was created that it may create Your skull is a tunnel, a passage-way Through which a world must emanate The name takes shape in signals and signs The form and the structure of creation align The name gathers shapes to its nameless breast Enthroned, embodied, blaspheming, and blessed Sex War Bow before the high orange cube Sex war relax sex war resume Until the repetitions cease The repetitions must increase The contents of our earthly tomb Released by an unstable peace Kneel before the tetrahedron Identify apex and base Round its corners form a cone Strike it gently hear the tone Its ringing voice counts aloud The layers of a sex war shroud Sex war in flux sex war complete The repetitions must increase kill you and you kill me Sex war bondage sex war freedom Freedom free the free from freedom Bring the sound to found the kingdom Come and tear your heart in half Feed your birds with tears and laughter After all the last hereafter Outlasts the everlasting past The password written on your veins Is masked by the hissing of the rain That falls when the password is announce From block to block and house to house Sex war sleep and sex war feed Sex war perfect a sex war creed Until the repetitions cease The repetitions must increase Established in the hearing heart That willingly is torn apart Cross Road Eternal Nightfall Occult Vibrations Wave your bag of blood It‘s flashing in the sun It‘s your new sex and sexuality A gentle war is on Your neck becomes jointed Like an elbow or a knee Oblongs of language Are all that you can see An army of plants and trees Gathers at the dawn They move as if rootless The random plan is drawn A noose of music swings A beacon shining for all For all that breathe to see The fulcrum of futility The sky is sucked away From the planetary orb When an will cease to spin So the inversion can begin And all that you can hold In your pockets and in your arms Is measured against you And digested by the stars The body in your bed Begins to hum apart Your friends and relatives Observe your moving scars When we are wed again When we are three once more Then we vanish again And then we seal the airtight door They had slime for mortar They had brick for atone The site where the building stood Now lies deserted and overgrown She has a million tongues He has ears for hands The tears from their embrace Will drown you where you stand Infinite Daybreak
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Love is Love Love is love, in the shape things take Love is love, in the womb of wombs Love is love, at the highest height Love is love, at the deepest depths, alright Love is love, as the fallen fall Love is love, as the risen rise Love is love, in the sign of creation Love is love, in patterns of light Love is love, at the root of the brain Love is love, in the life of our life Love is love, in echoes through space Love is love, a vigil for this world Love is love, in the marrow of new bone Love is love, as above, so below Love is love, in the record of events Love must be love to the time begin Love is love, always reconciled Love is love, in wind and shade Love is love, alien and strange Love is love, in truth and falsehood This World To become a clown for this world To be crushed upon the tooth of this world To walk the wide way of this world And see what the signs say of this world To become a sphinx for this world Terrible and perfect for this world To diverst oneself of corpsedom on this world Incandescing infants on this world To become a song for this world To sing oneself alive again To cast aside the blanket of this world And shout: The sky is skull for all To memorize the verses of this world To contort in prayer for this world To exalt the alphabets of this world And emmerate the animal forms of this world To stand in silence at the treshold of this world To fling one's brain and body from this world To swing wide the gate of this world To sing oneself alive again Fearfully and Wonderfully Fearfully and wonderfully Rolling on the waters With wings of rainbow fire To carry the sky across the waters To place it in it's shrine As a song of warning and wonder Fearfully and wonderfully O, sing the sky out so Transpose the old and new in fear and wonder Stay near to hear the call in spirit and matter Holy holy Christ Beast Christ Beast bear your message About a God-form that's formless and forming in your baby, in your mind With wings like rainbow oars of fire Inscribing signs across the water Gently, gently upon the water Signs becoming what they signify By the dream-power of the truth-beast and it's kind It's a God-form that's formless and forming in your baby, in your mind Fearfully and wonderfully Shambling like living scripture Shining bands of color bond with number With wings like rainbow oars of fire folding To sing the sky out so: A God-form that's formless and forming in your baby, in your mind A God-form that's formless and forming in your baby, in your mind Hear the Children Sing What's taking form Is not a lifetime What's taking shape Is not a space-state What's circling Is not circular It's in the road Not yet ascended What's whispering Is not a rational mind It's in the meadow It won't walk to you What is Christic Can't be recognized What's streching out Is not the kingdom Hear the children sing: O, the devil is a flower Plucked from a cloud What's shrouded Is not mouldering What is written Never to be read aloud What's defiled Is not an environment What is raised Is not troubled It may be golden But not luminous The starer smiles The smiler stares What is marching Is not people Hear the children sing: O, the devil is a flower Plucked from a cloud What's gathering Is not a future plan What's coming into view Is not old or new Hear the children sing: O, the devil is a flower Plucked from a cloud Lay Yourself Aside Colored lights speak The scent upon the breeze Glowing numbers grow The birds arrive in threes The earth turns slower still In a Christful of empty space That the devil yearns to fill With an artifact of grace You extend your arm It's golden downy fur Sways like the beach grass Until the oceans pass away Pass up and out and far away Through halls of glass sarcophagi Through the pupil of lidless eye Through heavy blankets of gaseous sky O, lay yourself aside Sifting through the shifting sand Eyebrows scattered east and west Sucking stones on eroding thrones No hope of rest or going home The day as long as it is wide O, lay yourself aside Nation Saving Song Saving nations with a saving nation song Lost without a song in the abyss of song If I could match your beauty with this song If I could approach your beauty with this song A song-form like a horse-form heard as birdsong Destroying nations with a nation destroying song Don't turn from the searching eye of song To sing about wearing a clean garment of a song I will sing a song before I was born It will spring aloud before I was born in song Ring your brain with a garland of reality's song Preserving nations with a nation preserving song The apex of the age announced in song In fellowship we witness song with song Saving nations with a nation destroying song In discipleship we are joining song with song Unfold the Leg A perfect life A perfect death The future falls away A perfect past at last Unfold the leg Walk on the ground Unfold the cranium Walk in a dream The demon at your door Its shifting form obscure The perfect outcome of An outpour of perfect love Unfold the leg Walk on the ground Unfold the cranium Walk in the dream The future falls away A perfect past at last The foundation laid For a perfect day Unfold the leg Walk on the ground Unfold the cranium Walk in the dream The reaper holds the door Its face reflecting yours Your throat will burst with songs Your eyes will burst with light Unfold the leg Walk on the ground Unfold the cranium Walk in the dream Should you hesitate Should you bifurcate Should you deviate The perfect waits Unfold the leg Walk on the ground Unfold the cranium Walk in the dream No False Suns Somewhere comes Where no-one goes Sleeps and waits In the shadow of time The shadow cast By the engine of time No shadows divert you Your orchards will thrive Span the river With your stride None can shame you No shadow can surround you No shadow of time No shadow can deceive you No false suns rise Over your home No false suns rise Over your grave Somewhere is rushing Rushing headlong A flock of one thousand One thousand perfect words Shining words Attend the perfect name The name shines On shining tongues The name as dewdrops To those who thirst They thirst in silence Silent telepathy The flock roams As one thing Flashing through time Decaying in grace Wandering Slayin by time's grace The name waits No false suns rise No false suns rise Peace Mountains of Peace I know one day we shall rest It will be our time to last Do you bring news of a future age? A future age when we shall rest Veiled only by the wilderness Will you keep your shape for long enough at least To establish peace mountains of peace A peace wrought in the navel of desolation A beacon for total immediate revolution Thusly the galaxy stirs and harmonies multiply Thusly the galaxy stirs Will you shape your keep for at least as long To sing news in future forms of song Will you keep your shape for long enough at least To establish peace mountains of peace Child of Chaos Won't you please walk with me For part of the way A solemn egg of death Rolling on the road In a box beneath the bed A golden hand Lovers exhausted from love In true love renewed The veil rent in twain Open the graves A particle of war Slips under the door Won't you please stay with me Until you must return They said this day would come It has come and gone The trees bear flesh from seed The soil heaves Shadows of birds in flight Dapple your face at twilight Won't you please carry me Carry me down All fear congeals in a mound It does not make a sound No music to be found
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All Creation Bows Every surface is reflecting Every line is intersecting The melody is permutating Every form attends the wedding When now we are - We are the same Unique and alone in our solitude Our names pronounced - Pronounced the same You were long before you were tall When you shape cast no shadow at all All creation - all creation bows The orientation of the multitude In relation to the multitude Within the heart - the heart of the brain Beyond the brain - the brain of the heart All creation - all creation bows Circling the evolute All reality bows to reality now Spiraling the involute Albino trees with scarlet wings Bloom to express a soular cross of flesh From which a cross of speech must spring All creation - all creation bows Time is a Weapon of Time You are set apart from me It's true I was removed from you Yet I'm reminded to remember you To remember you encompass me With infinite concentricity In layers deep, in layers wide In a kaleidophone of singing light Beneath our feet our children sleep Centermost in the realm of dreams Sweethearts known that long ago Time was a weapon of time The wise can show that long ago is now I see you were removed from me I see my sight relayed from you You must return before you leave Hand in hand we precisely greet Where the lintel and the threshold meet No-one is home if someone is here In a shallow pool a body takes shape Its brain grows larger than the world The cosmic axis for its throne The children stir - the dream recedes They are centermost in their waking state The central point of the triumphal age Age devours the prior age Like rival birds of parallel power Engulfing one and then the other The great gospel makes it so Sweethearts know that long ago Time is a weapon of time The wise can show that long ago is now Soon I will have passed through it Through layers of depth wider than light In a shallow stream a body dissolves Its animal song moves it along Seeking its level it creeps toward the dawn As the dawn must welcome the dawn Sweethearts know that long ago Time is/was a weapon of time The wise can show that long ago is now Wailing like Dragons Wailing like dragons Mourning like owls As wise as serpents As harmless as doves Take a form Your skeleton is walking Take a shape Walking across the ocean Come along An ocean of liquid life-song Come and see The word aflame in a nest of names Rise anew To welcome what approaches you Stand and sing Until your skull begins to ring Resonate Love is light is sound is space Be not afraid Bid farewell to what retreats Come and see Lost in your perfect mystery You Are the War You are the winged wrist of the sun disk You are the first child of ancient slime You are the figures traced in the dust You are the unknown in which we must trust You are the way without direction You are a window on the abyss You are the power of vision and all that is seen You are awakening to consciousness You are a tree bearing news of good fruit You are the winding, the winding of the mammalian root You are the I-am-that-I-am you are You are the bright and the morning star You are the wellspring of untamed light You are a song-form forming at night You are the primitive and universal alphabet You are a chain of worlds bound in time Way-Out is the Way Out To have you I must lose you To hold you I must vanish from you To see you again I must see nothing more For me to say the way I must walk the way For me to be the way I must pray the way To somehow rise anew From this mirrored egg To somehow stand and sing Upon these phantom legs Adrift in the bowels of the lord The great name that names it all Your promise sealed in light This world your hypnotic calling Calling to us all To make it right with you I must split my brain Bury half in the dirt And cast half in the sea Pass away in the truth Sing Sing created creatures Sing across golden skies Sing across silver waters Sing holy streams of lost light Sing death waits in ambush Like a song-thought in your mind Sing of love as lovers sing Sing anything in the midst of everything Sing with each footfall Sing the path of song Sing to the trees they are listening Sing out the rays of the dawn Sing until you see a song-shape Sing in the hail and in the snow Sing until you break your own heart Sing from the blood and from the bone Sing a lost civilization Sing from the skin and from the hair Sing atop slender stilts of song Sing columns of perfumed air Sing a devouring fire Sing a blinding fog Sing the promise of the new wheel Sing a vow to keep song Sweet Nucleus O Lord if you are here We shall not fear We shall move through And stay near to you Near to your nucleus Near to your nebulousness To choose the labyrinth Or choose the abyss To choose the mirror Or choose nothingness To choose to intone thy name With all our human frame Or choose to remain Near to your sheltering voice Near to your motherly mask Near to your fountain clear Near to your lunar peaks O Lord if you are everywhere We shall not despair With this word we bless The shape of emptinesses So near to within you So near to without you So near to beyond you So near to identical to you Near to your murderous beak Near to your weeping breast Near to your expanse of dust Near to all extinction Our blood like a wellspring Rushing and gurgling Singing with whispering Our song is our sacrifice O Lord if you are nowhere We shall increase Our search to seek To see what no eye can see
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Asa Osborne is currently recording and performing material with Hanna Olivegren under the name, The Zomes. .se http://www.zomes