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Blush

by Patricia Taxxon

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1.
I only write shit when I’ve been awake For at least 18 hours so the words kongregate In flash frames of inspirations and pain When the noises set in and the world becomes faint This is canned beat poetry, the kind that I sell On bandcamp when I’ve given up on playing shit well These hi hats are dust on a vinyl slowing Down until it amounts to a groaning Breaking out into these horrific red welts Because death inspires me like it inspires something else Whoops, looks like I’ll be hitting the blogs My soul is strong, I’ll be there before long And by strong I mean rich and by soul I mean dad Residual checks from back when he bought a cab Service in new york before it took off And millions of lazy pricks went and bought Because one day I’ll break this ironic charade But I won’t say when I break down the facade And for the homies in the booklet who can’t see this rhyme I fashionably mispronounced the words that you’ve mimed And furthermore of things no one will see One is myself untouched from parody Of some hope that I’ve had when I’m on The positive end when my mind’s like an ion I look at my sunglassed figure in the mirror Make airguns and tell myself I’m a dreamer A hopeless piece of shit skidding on fumes Fueled by paypal scraps and packets of legumes Not nuts, I gave up on that when Trump won Still can’t sleep, rhyming sober’s no fun But I’m not twenty one so I mess up my brain With hours of information building up like grenades Bring the jewel and kneel at Deborah Cliff And wait for the winds to bring me to better places
2.
Waitress 03:57
I like to say my records always try something new But really all i’m doing is trying on costumes I’ve been Ashworth, James, Lopatin, in brief Now I’m a mix of Aesop Rock and The Streets But comparing to Aesop i’m not as verbose While for streets I’m far too monotone All these getups are a constant scream Saying I’ll never fit into my favorite scene See? My beat made of microphone squeaks Is my valiant effort to stand out and speak My pointless vision that’s still probably been done In a thousand million different ways and then some And still here I am faking emotional Turmoil for the sake of my next tutorial Eighty five beats per minute and swearing Wandering through words like a dog on the prairie My simelis belittle me, shrill production tries to save it In all this masquerade I’ll one day find that I made it That’s all rap is, producers in a pissing match To one up each other while some faggot flaps on it You don’t even know if I believe what I say I’ve steeped this in layers of costume fabric and blades You could cut yourself on this edge I display But if it’s ironic that means it’s ok And by the way, have you seen inception Make connections to fans with a pop culture reference Smash that like, because the corporation’s dead Spew forth into the endless free market we’ve bred And wait for a commune to grossly take form And become the one percent, say they’ll keep us all warm If we sell our soul, but they’re only buying If you’re mind and body is fit for supplying Hear that? I’m a smooth jazz waitress Tripping over the lower lip of my braces I’ll try rhyming for more than two lines and ace it Even as I run out and it’s senseless as aphids
3.
Blush 03:25
Blush The renegade of music’s arrived To plug all the holes left by those past their time Only I could have rapped this, worthless enough To rush out a project this plucky and rough To miss as many beats as I so readily do My costume costs heaps of dignity too And there’s that talking point we last met Winding round in circles of self references Fourth wall breaks and problematic sentences Serge Gainsbourg’s in my bed and he’s gone and done his head in I can’t talk to people when I meet them And when I do the conversation ends when I beat them I like to think I gotta lot of enemies in my life like A fantasy novella full of wars and sexy knights Bitch, not famous enough for vitriolic spit to reach me Eradicate the garish petticoat on the road to teach me AGH what I tried to say is all of the feeds I take to fitness Tell jonathan I coulda made a great soundtrack for the witness The apple tree is over me, just try to speak in english Allergic to prose and bad germaphobe’s and anguish I got a lotta things to catch up on to live tomorrow Round the back I got a pack of cages for the lonely cargo Beep beep around a time I’ll drop a couple little deets Think of URL codes while I tread the newsom beat. Reap what I sow sew with thread and crochet Trains the mind and hands and eyes to do what I say When my boyfriend dumped me for being too gay Okay, maybe I sent to many texts But maybe next time don’t leave the updates to the left And EDIT: thanks for the gold Kind sir I’m sure you couldn’t have spent it any better
4.
Thelma 03:08
Tripping in about a bit of 4chan Ripping in a thread I made about my tbh fam Got banned this time I copied in a pasta Work around that one, moderators in it to be fasta This fancy emptiness that I Wiggle into every night I can’t see baby red Pilled every second i’m addicted girl Friend dirtbag flirt hag been there done that When I think ‘a when the sun sets on the internet Bed’s where the people go, the ones not wetting it. The content’s suffering a widespread atrophy “T for texas T for Tennessee” Renegade of flattery a hero Writing for brandy a witch a mistress freetos Trademark tricksy flick along a wristy Fisti splinter is the cleverest in history Man how did you come up with that The rat’s ass it blasted out books all ‘bout that the Chances all you french bastards have it Is madly dank, just heckle for habit cus When I think ‘a when the sun sets on the internet Bed’s where the people go, the ones not wetting it. The content’s suffering a widespread atrophy “T for texas T for Tennessee” Rembrandt STEM-pack attack pout This Prager Unicorn blacked out This van of fans of the tradition they planned Just stand for a second I’m mad now. This fancy emptiness that I Wiggle into every night I can’t see baby red Pilled every second i’m addicted girl Friend dirtbag flirt hag been there done that When I think ‘a when the sun sets on the internet Bed’s where the people go, the ones not wetting it. The content’s suffering a widespread atrophy “T for texas T for Tennessee”
5.
For Dale 03:32
Say, What is both of infinite value and none Essential to life but consumed just for fun Tried and true yet still fast on the move The potential is only realized by few Art, it’s fucking great. You idiot. Restricting the fair use of clips is insidious. The ones you inspire don’t owe you shit It’s your duty to put your art out and evolve it The right to copy is essential to fairness Great art was made when your grandparents shared it Think of when Dianna said “It’s all in your head” How the fifth wave of punk was debatebly bred It wasn’t her choice to slow it down and release it For almost no money, yet she still can impeach it. And you, dear Dale, really shouldn’t care When an artist gets big in ways you deemed unfair Maybe recontextualizing the past isn’t hard enough Because obviously music is judged by how tough it is See where it all comes from No musician wears no influences on their collar bone. Yet Mozart couldn’t foresee Lil Yachty Art isn’t a palm tree, it’s beautiful and sprawling. The only excuse for the survival of humanity Inspiration flows chaotically and rabidly In no case would one put a tax on the air Yet we put needless price tags on the everyman’s prayer On doors to other worlds, on portals to views New ways to feel, even if it’s obtuse Think deeply, about what you wish to do When you keep piracy and supposed plagiarism subdued What you really want now is for art to slow down Just consider for a few minutes, let art bring itself to better places.
6.
We are, we are Higher than the highest star We are, we are More deadly than the greatest war We are, we are More frightening than the deepest dark So stay far, stay far From our grotesque and hapless form So what are we, but a demo that refuses to cease climbing Higher equipped with our ground bound blinders We with our globalized binding net More deadly to our ranked out deridors We won’t stop creating our world More frightening as we keep on evolving Stay in the loop we’ve finally ripped From our ancestors fit for embalming We, alone sing the praises of earth we’re Higher when we stick fast together We, alone want a commune that’s worth it More deadly than anything we’ve seen in forever We, alone can bring culture to its knees More frightening as the artists grow ever more clever Stay From our We are, we are Higher than the highest star We are, we are More deadly than the greatest war We are, we are More frightening than the deepest dark So stay far, stay far From our grotesque and hapless form So what are we, but the ones who will take them aboard Higher in our train of artistic fire We, the owners of the true population Deadly like the fronds of passion admired We will ponder why we deserve to be here Frightening those who deserve to be left and Stay inside our glorifications of theft for Our own virtuous children to come So what are we, a lifeform. A newly made brain grown Higher than anyone had sanely known We, drafted for the midpoint of history Ready to sing, ready to sing We, ready to cease friendly fire Frightening for those not yet ready to tire For the rest of the world who gave us these things We all sing, we all sing. We are, we are Higher than the highest star We are, we are More deadly than the greatest war We are, we are More frightening than the deepest dark So stay far, stay far From our grotesque and hapless form

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released April 4, 2017

From an artist who consistently challenges and integrates a plethora of new genres into his belt, Patricia Taxxon catches her audience off guard once again with, all of things, a new rap EP. Filled with modulated, yet erratic production and consistently clever wordplay that critiques, both seriously and in humor, on a myriad of topics from internet culture, copyright, to even self-introspection, Patricia proves once more that she can masterfully play and mold with multitudes of genres in the tips of her fingers.

All Production, Recording, Vocals: Patricia Taxxon

"Samples generously provided (not really) by Serge Gainsbourg, Joanna Newsom, The Everly Brothers, and The Doobie Brothers."

For more of Patricia Taxxon's work, Check out:
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