You'll sit preserved forever,
A study in perpetual youth;
What smoke signals against the dun-coloured sky
Profess that wisdom hides like pearls,
As though the trees protest or the earth asks why?
Come and learn, you bureaucrats of pure angelic leagues!
Beyond your angel souls lies what no man ever conceives!
From the moment to the moment all our lives are made of dreams,
And only when we step back do our stories stitch together at the seams.
Oh narcissistic impulse!
To seek self-realisation,
In what? In tied up lipids, peptides, twisting untwisting in wires, cables across floors that sometimes catch my stop-start steps.
But when the outside world bends in
Reaching your bed like dark hands from the past
And steals-
And stole-
And will remove from sight
Scrawled in diaries, dreams and at last, at last?
Know this, then:
These words mean nothing
Your death means nothing
Your grave is just an empty patch of grass
Jungle Boogie absolutely slaps, but the rest of the main tracks (like Airwaves) and bonus tracks (like Solatrus's remix of Old Buggy Now) should not be overlooked. lilithtreasure
Meryll Ampe mutates a host of sound sources to make groaning machine music, coated in hiss and crackling with static. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 13, 2022